[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te":3,"chapter-i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-528":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm in Warhammer, Please Don't Praise the Doraemon Machine God",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2265351,4422,"Chapter 528: Eighty Days to Seize Vigil Station!","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-528",528,"\u003Cp>Zhou Yun stared at the item priced almost identical to Anglon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Item Name: Three-Year Nintarō Pillow]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Manufacture Date: 231.m3]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Function: Sleep on this pillow once, and you will find solutions to any problem; the required sleep duration varies according to the problem’s difficulty—the harder the problem, the longer the sleep needed, ranging from three seconds, three minutes, three hours, three days, up to three years, thirty years, or three hundred years.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Three-Year Nintarō Pillow is a pillow that, when slept on, answers any question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more difficult the problem, the longer the sleep required.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anglon’s price is exactly enough to exchange for this item; theoretically, Zhou Yun need only sleep on this pillow once to find a way to save this galaxy and determine the path forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But such a monumental question—no one knows how long he would need to sleep; even with the Chrono-King to adjust time flow, it would still take an extraordinarily long time to receive an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So it’s the Nintarō Pillow,” said the Wild Emperor beside Zhou Yun, momentarily stunned, then nodding as if he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the appearance of this item, the future of the galaxy foreseen by the Emperor grew clearer—he faintly saw Zhou Yun’s sleeping form upon the pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This item truly could resolve Zhou Yun’s and the Emperor’s dilemma, and find a way to save this galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the cost was that Zhou Yun would fall into prolonged slumber for a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t impossible for someone else to use this item, but compared to Zhou Yun, others were not trustworthy enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the user were reliable, they might still be influenced by the powers of the Four Chaos Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even setting aside the Four Chaos Gods, a part of the Emperor’s own being was not eager to see the galaxy saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still the Dark King, the Destroyer of Worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Emperor could only suppress that part of his will, not fully erase it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Zhou Yun could resist the corruption of the Four Gods and that part of the Emperor’s will, and return with the correct, unaltered answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There could be no risk—especially not with the Four Gods, and particularly with Tzeentch, who excelled at such tricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch needed only to alter a single detail of the answer to steer fate in a completely different direction—Magnus’s psychic phone and Ariman’s Red Glyphs were proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before using the Three-Year Nintarō Pillow, Zhou Yun still needed to make preparations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were still matters in the galaxy he needed to attend to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was now an important figure in the Human Empire; he couldn’t vanish without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, he had to greet Guilliman and Sanguinius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, countless starships and Astartes were currently stored in Zhou Yun’s fourth-dimensional pocket—could they remain there indefinitely while he slept?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Zhou Yun gave the Emperor a slight nod, then pulled out a Door of Anywhere from his pocket and stepped inside. After Zhou Yun left, the Throne Room fell silent once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor withdrew his will from the Throne Room, projecting it again into the boundless stars, silently opposing the wills of the Chaos Gods and guiding a chain of events toward outcomes favorable to the Empire and humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And also, opposing those voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+My Lord, do you still harbor hope?+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+Cease indulging in illusory hope, My Lord.+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+My Lord, destruction is the inevitable end.+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+My Lord, rise up.+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+We beg your descent, Dark King.+\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Billions upon billions of desperate human souls resonated within the Emperor\u002FDark King\u002FEternal Sovereign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They urged the Emperor to accept the fate of destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t destruction simpler and more complete than hope?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were tired of this world and unwilling to make even one more effort to save it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weary middle-aged man clenched his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said it, as he had for the past ten thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Curse Scar,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a name so difficult to pronounce and unwieldy in High Gothic that only scholars and officials on Terra originally used it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But later, because the name was not only hard to pronounce but also nearly impossible to write—containing nearly thirty High Gothic letters—and because it appeared with extreme frequency in imperial decrees, severely hampering administrative efficiency,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Imperial Chancellor Tiruien, dragging his aged body, whipped the scholar who invented the term, then demanded all documents use the Low Gothic term “Great Rift,” finally correcting the usage on Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the boundless galaxy, different planets, races, and factions used countless bizarre names to refer to it:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson Path, Maw of Destruction, Warp Scar, Gork’s Grin or Mork’s Hook, Twilight, Hope-Eater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This rift tore through both the material and warp dimensions of the galaxy; according to Eldar intelligence, even the Webway suffered immense disruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from using the Sacred Doraemon item or relying on the Jesters’ guidance to traverse the chaotic Webway, crossing the Great Rift required finding those slender corridors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nakmond Corridor was one of the more stable of these slender passages, and Vigil Station was its critical node—now coveted by all factions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could one describe Vigil Station now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a gathering of every faction imaginable—from the Chicken Cultists to the Orks, from the Adeptus Mechanicus to the Eldar Craftworlds, from the Jesters to the Ultramarines, from the White Scars to the Night Lords, from the Imperial Fists to the Iron Warriors, from the Death Guard to the Dark Angels—nearly every named force in the galaxy had come together on this planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the Chicken Cult’s chieftain launched a rebellion; tomorrow, the Jesters hung his head on the hive spire; the next day, the Eldar betrayed the Jesters, who, furious, brought the Ultramarines to fight the Eldar—but their battle accidentally drew the attention of the Orks, who arrived on motorbikes to fight them, only to crash headlong into the trench fortress siege between the Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors; soon the Orks and arriving White Scars began wild vehicular chases, while the Jesters and the Iron Warriors’ hired Night Lords engaged in tit-for-tat assassinations; the Death Guard’s Plague Ravens warband clashed with the Death Guard’s Purifying Plague warband nearby, while the Dark Angels launched inexplicable orbital bombardments indiscriminately, and the Adeptus Mechanicus seized the chaos to excavate ancient relics buried in Vigil Station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he—the Great Warlord Abaddon’s Herald, the Star-Taker Hakken—would end this planet’s chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spear of Hell was plunged into the hive spire amid thunderous lightning; Hakken’s amplification array broadcasted blasphemous words across the land:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am Hakken, the Star-Taker, Herald of Warlord Abaddon, the Vanguard of Apocalyptic Doom for this world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the name of Warlord Abaddon, I swear to seize this planet within eighty days and present it to the Noble Chaos Warlord!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hakken roared his blasphemous declaration, his voice echoing across half the planet—but few paid him any mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chicken Cultists were still infighting over the next chieftain; the Eldar hunted the traitorous Jesters; the Ultramarines fought on multiple fronts; the Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors desperately tried to kill each other; the Death Guard debated whether extinction or plague was the true path of Nurgle; the Dark Angels hunted fallen angels; the Mechanicus dug graves; even the Orks were too busy racing with the White Scars to care about Hakken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Hakken grew furious, a flash of teleportation light appeared before him—and a deep blue fist erupted from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1243,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.132Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1e01cd903913b9f925131d7f8e36c23a7ce8de7a742b8165369ac69a97560f43","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-529","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-527",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]