Chapter 9: Supreme Lion Flying Head Punch!

Leaning on a pack of Lho sticks, Zhou Yun squeezed into this small hut belonging to a shantytown worker.

The hut had been built by shantytown workers themselves in the narrow gap between two houses, so slender that its interior space was barely wide enough for two people.

The shantytown worker who had given up the room to Zhou Yun pointed out the bedroom, then left the house alone, saying he was going to stay overnight at a friend’s place.

Zhou Yun climbed up the ladder stretched across the center of the house to a small bed on the second floor.

Before entering the Eighth District, he still needed to prepare.

Zhou Yun pulled out two items he owned from his fourth-dimensional pocket.

The Any-Ring, which could penetrate walls and help Zhou Yun explore sealed areas,

and the Air Gun Elixir, which, when dropped on the fingertip, could fire an invisible shockwave.

For a long time, Zhou Yun had relied on these two items to survive in the Underhive.

But the gene-thief he encountered during his last exploration of the Ruin District had awakened his vigilance.

He felt it was time to exchange for a few more items.

He gazed into his fourth-dimensional pocket and connected to the Future Department Store.

Zhou Yun selected several practical items he could currently afford.

[Item Name: Psychic Hat]

[Origin: 22nd Century Earth — Future Department Store]

[Manufacture Date: 261.m3]

[Function: A hat with a hand on top; wearing it grants the abilities of X-ray vision, telekinesis, and teleportation, but these cannot be used easily — they require prolonged practice and consume immense energy.]

“Price: 130,000”

“Item Name: Body Clay”

“Origin: 22nd Century Earth — Future Department Store”

“Manufacture Date: 255.m3”

“Function: A malleable clay that can be reshaped at will; when applied to a person’s body, it can form any appearance and provides limited protective capability.”

“Price: 60,000”

“Item Name: Legendary Blade: Electric Light”

“Origin: 22nd Century Earth — Future Department Store”

“Manufacture Date: 255.m3”

“Function: Resembles a katana; theoretically, it can intercept all sword techniques. The user cannot lose any sword duel. However, it inflicts almost no damage — at most, it can stun enemies — and has limited power; once depleted, it becomes unusable for a period.”

Looking at these three items, Zhou Yun fell into thought.

The Legendary Blade: Electric Light was clearly the item with the highest potential — theoretically, as long as he held it, before its power ran out, Zhou Yun would possess the pinnacle of swordsmanship and never lose any sword-based combat.

Even facing Lu Xiusi, the famed swordsman of the Emperor’s Children, he could hold his own with this blade.

But in terms of current practicality, it fell short of the Psychic Hat.

The hat granted Zhou Yun three psychic abilities simultaneously — X-ray vision, teleportation, and telekinesis — effectively giving him powers akin to psychic energy.

Moreover, these three abilities could improve somewhat with Zhou Yun’s training.

Finally, the Body Clay offered him some protection, but more importantly, it allowed him to alter his appearance and physique to conceal his identity.

That way, he wouldn’t have to worry about being targeted by cults, gangs, or mutants. Zhou Yun sighed; the Legendary Blade: Electric Light’s potential was indeed immense — almost a semi-conceptual divine weapon.

But the problem was its power level was unpredictable; in Zhou Yun’s experience, it often lost power at fixed intervals, and the blade itself lacked lethality, with its strength also highly questionable.

In the end, the Psychic Hat and Body Clay were more practical.

“Your purchased Psychic Hat and Body Clay have been shipped.”

“Your purchased Psychic Hat and Body Clay have arrived. Please sign for them.”

Watching his bank balance instantly drop to mere change, Zhou Yun’s eyelid twitched.

He could only hope this exploration of the Eighth District would bring him sufficient rewards.

Zhou Yun pulled out the two newly exchanged items from his fourth-dimensional pocket.

The Body Clay was a gray-green mound stored in a one-and-a-half-meter-diameter can; the Psychic Hat was a cap with a single white right hand on top.

Zhou Yun took some clay from the can and tentatively pressed it onto his skin.

The gray-green clay instantly turned the same color as his skin upon contact, spreading over his body like a tumor growing from his flesh.

He tried coating his entire body with it, slowly molding it into muscle form.

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Soon, the previously average-sized Zhou Yun transformed into a towering giant over two meters tall, heavily muscled.

With this physique, if he donned a power armor suit, he might be mistaken for one of the Emperor’s muscle-bound brothers — no, the Emperor’s Death Angels.

But after swinging his arms a few times, Zhou Yun confirmed: the clay-molded muscles had form but no strength.

“You are too old to become an Astartes,” said the winged figure within the white light, shaking his head.

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement.

Most Chapters select boys aged ten to fourteen, at the latest before sixteen — adolescents in puberty — to implant gene-seed.

After eighteen, the mortality rate for gene-seed implantation becomes extremely high; success is nearly impossible.

Even Corvus, the adoptive father of the former Word Bearers Primarch Lorgar, could barely match a standard Space Marine through extensive defective bionic modifications and chemical drugs.

Later events proved that making him a Space Marine was a mistake.

Zhou Yun shook his head and peeled off some of the clay muscles, reducing his height back to normal human proportions.

Then he smeared the clay over his face, sculpting himself a new appearance.

It was a European face with thick, dark-golden hair and a luxuriant beard, resembling a lion, as if forged from the deepest darkness of a primeval forest.

“?”

The winged figure in the white light had a giant golden question mark appear above its head.

“Lion?” The winged figure’s voice grew sharp: “You sculpted a face of Lion?”

“What, you can be an Archangel, and I can’t be the Lion King?”

Zhou Yun touched the lion-like face he had molded after the First Legion’s Primarch, Lion El’Jonson, and nodded in satisfaction.

He swung his slightly enlarged fists, muttering phrases like “Supreme Lion Flying Head Punch!”, “The First Legion has no secrets!”, “I should be the Imperium’s Warmaster!”, “Even Russ!”

The winged figure in the white light fell silent. After a long while, he finally couldn’t hold back:

“I’m already considering reporting you to the Dark Angels.”

“Maybe I should report you to the Space Wolves too.”

I must play Space Marine 2 right now!

(End of Chapter)