[{"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-61":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},2264884,4422,"Chapter 61: Gene Thief Bishop?","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-61",61,"\u003Cp>“I didn’t choose to become a mutant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong Ge said with bitter resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rana merely tilted her head, as if unwilling to listen to Mong Ge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong Ge’s expression twisted sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it our fault for becoming mutants?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice grew hoarse as he said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before I was seven or eight, my brother and I looked like normal humans, living plainly in the Lower Nest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve forgotten what my father looked like; I only remember he was a low-level foreman in a factory, relatively well-off in the Lower Nest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mother left a deep impression on me—when our scalps began bleeding and swelling for no reason, she frantically and anxiously applied medicine to us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong Ge took a deep breath:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But when the swellings burst and wild, beast-like horns grew out, my mother was terrified.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She tried filing off our horns, chopping them off with a kitchen knife, and finally even tried yanking them out with iron pliers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My brother protected me, but he was left bleeding and battered by our terrified mother—those broken horns on his head came from that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When my mother realized our horns couldn’t be fully removed, she finally went completely mad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She dragged us outside and shoved us into the sewer before my father returned—if my brother and I hadn’t been lucky, we’d have been dead long ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong Ge’s face twisted slightly, as if he angrily pounded the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe it was the uncleaned water, or toxic food or air, or the poisonous light of the star—but whichever triggered our mutation, what did we do wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We were just seven- or eight-year-old children then, and even now we’re still fighting for the sake of Asford.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rana listened to Mong Ge’s words, then subtly shifted her body, putting more distance between herself and Mong Ge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong Ge’s face showed faint signs of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t surprising he broke down—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>although Rana had never verbally expressed hatred toward Mong Ge or directly opposed Zhou Yun’s cooperation with them,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her actions still betrayed her deep revulsion and loathing for mutants,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>especially since Mong Ge and Marqit were mutants corrupted by Chaos,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rana’s revulsion was instinctive; she’d rather hide behind Zhou Yun than glance at them even once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Marqit and Mong Ge, seemingly influenced by the Benevolent Father, showed a certain fondness and care toward children,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marqit merely smiled at Rana’s disdain and ignored it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Mong Ge couldn’t bear it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried speaking to Rana several times, but she always acted as if he didn’t exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the group reached this settlement, Mong Ge even shared his food with Rana and Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rana and Zhou Yun exchanged a glance and both silently refused to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong Ge finally shattered completely, endlessly muttering things like “Being born a mutant isn’t my fault,” “I didn’t do anything wrong,” “We’re saving Asford,” and so on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Rana’s discrimination against mutants, Zhou Yun’s view was:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rana has been clever since childhood, far smarter than Leina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun didn’t even consider Rana’s attitude toward Mong Ge to be discrimination—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as a mutant who worshipped Nurgle, this was what Mong Ge deserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun walked over to the two with his food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which one?” he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong Ge glanced at the food in Zhou Yun’s hand—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>roasted giant black rats, worm jelly, and mushrooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose the roasted giant black rat—the most expensive and meatiest option—as if in revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun then turned to Rana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rana hesitated slightly, then took the cheapest mushrooms from Zhou Yun’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun sat down on the empty space between them and calmly stuffed the worm jelly into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This worm jelly resembled an ancient Terra delicacy called tǔsǔn dòng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the raw materials differed, both belonged to the phylum Starworm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These worms were rich in monosodium glutamate—the main component of MSG—and thus provided intense umami flavor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, this worm jelly was highly popular in the Lower Nest and Bottom Nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at Rana, who was chewing on mushrooms beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These boiled mushrooms were actually quite bland; their only advantage was some moisture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun broke off a piece of worm jelly and offered it to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rana took it, hesitated a moment, then broke off a piece of her mushroom and gave it to Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong Ge watched the two, feeling a sense of isolation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun glanced at him and said, “Eat your giant black rat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong Ge sullenly bit into the greasy, roasted black rat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a commotion erupted among the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the far end of the narrow road, a tall tower cart slowly approached, dragged by over a dozen robed four-armed followers of the Divine Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On top of the cart stood four preachers carrying loudspeakers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them stood a bald woman, holding a staff taller than herself, draped in a finely woven purple robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face was beautiful, her eyes slightly upturned, with a faint row of plate-like protrusions on her forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath her slender eyebrows, her eyes carried a mesmerizing power, faintly tinged with purple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bishop of the Gene Thief Cult, the Right Claw of the Clan Chief, a powerful psychic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Born for infiltration, forged for corruption, she was the most skilled Gene Thief at infiltrating humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun silently pulled Rana back, subtly hiding them within the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pay attention to the person in the robe on your far left,” said the winged figure in Bai Guang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beam of light flashed before Zhou Yun’s eyes, marking the person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was wrapped in a gray-brown robe, hunched over, entirely hidden in the shadow of his oversized clothing, gripping a cane with rough hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like an ancient, hunched old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A Cult Guard of the Gene Thief Sect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a player from his past life who had experienced Tyranids, Zhou Yun was familiar with various Gene Thief units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly identified him as a Cult Guard—a bodyguard of the Bishop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These guards appeared frail but inherited many genes from the Tyranid Hive Fleet, capable of swift, stealthy movement like Lictors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In actual combat, they were fast and brutal; even ordinary Astartes might not survive them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More beams of white light flashed, marking additional Cult Guards of the Gene Thief Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun quickly assessed the situation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Mong Ge led an attack here, he couldn’t kill the Gene Thief Bishop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mong Ge’s side consisted only of cultists, mutants, and countless Plague Zombies—numerically superior, but vastly inferior in quality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tower cart carrying the Gene Thief Bishop advanced slowly; she showed no urgency to preach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she had her followers distribute food and purified water to the surrounding crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a gaunt man brushed past Zhou Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yun caught sight of the man pulling a crude automatic pistol from beneath his robe—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1144,"2026-06-19T20:02:14.192Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","20b79f01c832e6718c8c02ecb683b1e5fc914483a12ccbf27f8d973433e79573","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-62","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-60",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]