[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens":3,"chapter-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-1":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from Warhammer to Raid the All Heavens",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":18,"prevChapterSlug":19,"totalChapters":20,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":12,"translator":16,"content_hash":17},2277774,4456,"Chapter 1: Lower Hive Scavenger","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-1",1,"\u003Cp>Alvin’s vision was dark, as if sunk into a cold abyss, his body numb and rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a daze, it seemed a cold, pale sun had burst forth with blinding radiance, frozen like a brilliant star-ring in the black void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyelids felt heavy as if chained, his head throbbing with a dull, hangover-like ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took him a long time before he finally opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where... is this?” He gazed around, lost and bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark, damp alley was piled high with stinking garbage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above him, a dense web of crisscrossing pipes filled the space, blocking all sunlight; the oppressive air reeked of acrid decay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gray, hazy air floated thick with dust and smog; every breath coated his lungs in grime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough... cough... cough...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin, utterly unaccustomed to this vile environment, coughed violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m talking to you, you deaf bastard?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brutal voice, like thunder, shook his skull, snapping his thoughts back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his head and saw a terrifying face—a jagged scar slashed diagonally across it, severing brow and lip, twisting like a worm with his furious expression, his cold eyes swirling with blood-red savagery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Answer me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scar-faced giant kicked without warning, his foot striking Alvin’s chest like a cannonball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force nearly stole Alvin’s breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was flung backward, slamming hard against a drainage pipe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pipe cracked open, spewing foul sewage; the stench grew even sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scar-faced giant stepped forward, planting his foot on Alvin’s chest, then pressed a knife, its edge chipped and rusted, against his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you don't deliver three units of supplies tomorrow, I won't mind killing you!\" The giant leaned down, his eyes fierce and greedy, as if staring at livestock: \"Understand? You little shit—don't make me say it a third time!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the knife on his throat—its blade notched, caked with dark brown clots of dried blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without doubt, this man was a ruthless killer, soaked in countless lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adhering to the principle that one must bow when under someone else’s eaves, Alvin took a deep breath and spoke firmly: “Sorry, I was wrong. I’ll deliver the supplies on time tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scar-faced giant sheathed his knife, glared at him with venom, and spat a thick glob of phlegm to the side: “If it weren’t for the Iron Hammer gang’s mess leaving us short-handed, I’d have cut your throat already.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that threat, he turned and left, leaving Alvin alone in the dark, damp alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning from the gates of death cleared Alvin’s fogged, stiff thoughts instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, fragmented memories flooded his mind like a tidal wave—no warning, no buildup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explosive pain, as if a chisel had been driven into his pituitary and twisted violently—he clenched his teeth so hard his temples bulged with veins, fighting to stay silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep breath... deep breath... Fortunately, the agony came fast and vanished just as quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once normal again, Alvin removed the cheap gas mask from his face and stared up at the dense pipes above—his last flicker of hope... vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good news: he’d been reincarnated. Into Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bad news: Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Warhammer universe!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A universe where every race, to survive, descended into utter, mad desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, extreme militarism, lunatics, fanatics, extreme xenophobia—all imaginable horrors—would make even the most seasoned cross-dimensional army hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War was the eternal theme of this universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every life here swam in a cesspool—not to see who could swim farther, but who would choke first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he couldn’t see his own face, Alvin knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression, in net-speak, was like a goblin whose toe had just been stomped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body’s original name was Alvin—a scavenger in the lower hive of a hive world under the rule of the Human Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In plain terms: a bottom-tier garbage picker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you kidding me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having absorbed the memories, Alvin collapsed like mud, eyes lifeless: “I just went to get a wisdom tooth pulled—how did I wake up here?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What sin had he committed in his past life? What crime had angered heaven?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of damn tooth extraction could send him to the Warhammer universe?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But complaints aside, after venting, once his emotions steadied, Alvin had no choice but to accept reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scar-faced giant was a member of the Blood Axe Gang, responsible for collecting protection fees from them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Warhammer universe, even the lowest garbage picker must pay protection fees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But lately, rumors said the Blood Axe Gang and the Iron Hammer Gang had been fighting so viciously, they’d nearly beaten each other’s brains out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood Axe had suffered heavy losses, so they tripled the protection fee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did anyone resist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course—but the outcome was always the same: their heads were cut off as warnings to others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But clearly, Alvin, as a bottom-tier scavenger, often went three days with nine meals skipped—he couldn’t even afford food, let alone spare “supplies” to pay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn’t pay, his fate would be either fed to Blood Axe’s genetically engineered hounds—or become the next warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cornered, Alvin decided to risk it: he’d sneak into the garbage dump in the southeast, under Iron Hammer control, to steal something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his luck was terrible—he’d just picked up something that looked valuable when he stumbled upon Iron Hammer men talking to a figure wrapped in a black robe. Too far to hear clearly, he caught fragments: “skull,” “sacrifice,” and similar words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he was spotted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The robed figure merely glanced at him—and Alvin’s head exploded with pain, as if twisted, evil, chaotic whispers were drilling into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if hundreds of red-hot steel needles had been driven into his brain and violently twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In unbearable agony, Alvin clung to a shred of sanity, fled the dump, and collapsed in this alley, his soul shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Alvin awoke again, his soul had been swapped with that of a young man from the 2K era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From now on, I am Alvin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin whispered softly; their memories fused, no longer distinguishable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his head, looking at the torn bag at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside lay the thing his predecessor had died for—he opened the filthy, tattered bag and saw a wristwatch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strap, corroded by the environment, was rusted through; the joints nearly severed; the face was caked in thick, filthy black grime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can this thing pay the protection fee?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin’s forehead darkened with three black lines—this thing wouldn’t even be picked up off the ground; if he tried to pawn it, they’d chop him to pieces and feed him to the dogs on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it was the only thing his predecessor had died for—he couldn’t just throw it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“May heaven protect me... no—may the Emperor protect me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his last shred of hope, Alvin dampened his sleeve with sewage and gently wiped the grime from the watch face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the black grime was gone, a delicate dial emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin stared at the dial, stunned by its intricate, complex internal structure—countless gears nested together, filled with mechanical artistry; the outer ring bore no time numerals, only symbols he couldn’t comprehend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Alvin stared at the precise dial, it suddenly changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click-click-click...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-still dial began to turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid crisp, sluggish mechanical sounds, the countless gears at its center rotated, then flipped to the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The central dial was dark and deep, etched with some script—characters lit up in sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mechanical voice echoed in Alvin’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Respected Navigator, would you like to travel to... a new world?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Ding-ding-ding, warning! Insufficient energy!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Current reserve... 0.1 standard units】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Interdimensional device requires 100 standard units to activate!】\u003C\u002Fp>",1266,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z","Qwen3-Next 80B","dbe5bbe970641d2c8ea5e873beef8b73daa8c58f6f1339e2f9511a0b872d329d","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-2",null,588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]