Chapter 10: Simply So Satisfying It's Flying High

"Don't! Are you jealous of this handsome face of mine?"

Zhou Yun made a few more adjustments to his lion-like visage, making it resemble even more the arrogant face of Lion El'Jonson from his memories.

But it still lacked the true flavor.

After all, Zhou Yun had never seen the Lion King's appearance with his own eyes; he had only sculpted it based on various illustrations, chess pieces, and textual descriptions from his past life.

It looked like him, but not entirely.

"Tsk, I feel the Lion King's face still isn't handsome enough. Maybe I should just sculpt a Beautiful Phoenix instead."

"Beautiful Phoenix? You mean Fulgrim?" The winged figure in the white light paused for a moment.

He then guessed that "Beautiful Phoenix" might refer to the Emperor's Children Primarch, Fulgrim.

That Primarch, once known as the Purple Phoenix of the Imperium before his fall, is now the Purple Snake Demon of Slaanesh.

The winged figure in the white light trembled slightly, as if recalling some dim memories.

After a long while, he sighed and said, "Consider it my plea. Lion's face is fine; stop sculpting."

Hearing the resentful voice of the winged figure in the white light, Zhou Yun couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Of course, he would never actually sculpt a face of Fulgrim.

Although before his fall, Fulgrim could single-handedly raise the average human attractiveness to the highest in the entire galaxy,

now, this Space Chaos LGTPQIA+ Pansexual Xenos-Breeding BDSM One-Love Four-Love Southern Liang Primarch has ascended to become a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh.

If he sculpted a face of his, he feared he would be corrupted by the Warp in the next second.

"Of course, I won't sculpt it, but you must teach me how to make this face look more like the Lion King."

Zhou Yun thought for a moment, then looked at the winged figure in the white light and said.

"Fine. Lift the corners of your eyes a bit. Make the chin slightly shorter."

The winged figure in the white light nodded with difficulty:

"Yes, the ears are just like that. It's looking more and more like Lion."

The winged figure in the white light had been somewhat resistant at first,

but as Zhou Yun sculpted his face to resemble Lion El'Jonson more and more, he seemed to take some interest and began to guide Zhou Yun seriously.

"It's like him. Lion looks exactly like this." The winged figure in the white light said with some emotion.

Looking at the deep, cold, yet majestic lion-like face reflected in the mirror, Zhou Yun couldn't help but click his tongue slightly.

No wonder Lion wasn't very popular among the Primarchs.

Setting aside his personality, just looking at this face made it seem as if the whole world had raped his father.

Gloomy and stern, allowing no trace of humor to exist.

It seemed that if anyone dared to make a joke with him, an uppercut would immediately land on their face.

After stuffing the box of body clay back into his fourth-dimensional pocket, Zhou Yun put the Superpower Hat on his head.

The hat featured a mechanical right hand wearing a white glove, looking like a comical toy.

After putting on the hat, Zhou Yun vaguely felt he had gained certain non-existent organs, allowing him to accomplish things previously impossible.

He tried to focus his mind, looking at a soda can in the corner of the room.

The mechanical finger on the hat atop Zhou Yun's head pointed at the can, and the can flew into the air.

Then, with a slight exertion of force from Zhou Yun, the can was suddenly crushed.

"This is telekinesis. And then..."

Zhou Yun concentrated his spirit and qi, closed his eyes slightly, his figure flickered a few times, and in an instant, he appeared at the room's doorway.

Teleportation.

Zhou Yun checked his arms and clothes, confirming he could move along with the body clay and his clothes.

He wouldn't end up in a situation where only his body was teleported away, leaving his clothes behind.

The last one is...

Zhou Yun tried to focus his attention on his eyes, and then...

The surrounding walls and floor became slightly transparent.

Zhou Yun concentrated, looking down at the floor, and vaguely saw the Old Eight District beneath the ground, crisscrossed with pipes.

He took a deep breath, feeling a slight pain in his eyes, and a sudden wave of exhaustion appeared within his body.

Zhou Yun closed his eyes, turning off the X-ray vision ability.

After testing the three abilities of the Superpower Hat, he found that he had mastered telekinesis and teleportation quite well.

Only X-ray vision was slightly poor; he needed to concentrate to barely see through the ground, and it consumed a lot of mental energy.

Fortunately, X-ray vision wasn't an ability that needed to be activated constantly; he could just use it when needed.

Thinking this, Zhou Yun took the Ring of Any from his pocket.

The entrance to the Old Eight District was surrounded by local gangs, but Zhou Yun didn't need to enter through the entrance.

As long as he knew the Old Eight District was below, he could use the Ring of Any to drill in.

He placed the Ring of Any on the ground and drilled into it.

The Old Eight District, buried deep within the underground pipe district.

Two gang members, each holding a lit lho-cigarette and a flashlight, were patrolling the pitch-black pipe district.

"Boss, what exactly are they looking for? Staying in this broken place all day long." The gang member on the left couldn't help but ask.

The Old Eight District had been buried underground for over a hundred years; the power system was long since damaged, and the air inside carried an old, stale smell that made people uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but strike up a conversation, asking his companion patrolling beside him.

"I heard the squad leader say they are looking for a warehouse PDF buried down here before."

"Inside, there seem to be quite a few guns, cannons, and such."

His companion shook the cigarette at his fingertip and said:

"I heard it was found, but the entire warehouse is buried under collapsed rubble; there's no way to get in."

"Looks like we won't be digging it out anytime soon."

"If we can't dig it out, we can't dig it out."

The gang member walking on the left took a sharp drag of his cigarette and said:

"This place is a bit stuffy, but normally we just wander around aimlessly; the work is much easier than in the Hive City."

The companion beside him nodded in agreement.

The Hive City is already a giant cesspit; a Hive City without a Governor is a cesspit within a cesspit, and only those with their own ruthless tricks survive in this cesspit.

Even for us gang members, we constantly face dangers in the Underhive.

Attacks from other gangs, desperate residents, angry gangs of Hive City workers, internal gang conflicts...

Oh, and those cultists and heretics hiding in the shadows.

One day, you might just end up as a corpse lying in the street.

Compared to that, this ruin buried underground is simply too peaceful.

Although the air here is stale, it is pitch black, and there is no electricity.

But not having to face the various dangers and dirty air of the Hive City, the gang members felt a wave of relief in their hearts.

"It's absolutely exhilarating," he said to the companion beside him.

Then, he felt the ground getting farther and farther away from him.

Eh? Why am I actually flying? The gang member looked at himself and his companion floating in midair, completely bewildered.

Then, the two of them, as if controlled by an invisible hand, collided head-to-head.

Quack! When will GW make the Emperor's Children independent!

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(End of this chapter)