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Temporary Compound No. 5 acted as a fulcrum, infinitely amplifying my innate mental strength, allowing me to pry it open.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin quickly grasped the key insight and smiled with relief: “If injecting Compound No. 5 made me an Eta-level psychic, capable of freely using psychic energy, then this body’s original psychic potential must have been Omron-level.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Empire’s twenty-tier classification system, only Eta-level and above counted as true psychics; Omron-level was barely even considered to have any psychic ability at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for a tiny fraction of people who unconsciously unleashed psychic energy in life-or-death situations, most spent their entire lives unable to consciously control it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No doubt, the original body’s survival against the cultist psychics was due to this very reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fortunately, I knew not to put all my eggs in one basket.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin gently massaged his temples, his gaze regaining its resolve: “So what if I’m Omron-level? Once I inject the permanent compound, I’ll be a true Eta-level psychic—then even in the Undercity, I’ll have the power to protect myself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew well: psychic energy was a double-edged sword; the more one indulged in it, the deeper one sank into the Abyss of the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet danger lurked everywhere in the Warhammer universe, and cultists surrounded the Undercity—he knew the path ahead was a firepit, but he had no choice but to leap in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least... even if it delayed his death by a single second, it was worth it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gripping the steering wheel, staring straight ahead, Alvin pressed the accelerator; his refined face hardened with determination: “Even if thorns cover the path ahead, I will carve a way through—I won’t die, and I won’t die in the Undercity like trash, forgotten until I rot and stink!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will survive!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the empty highway, Alvin’s roar echoed through the endless night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suppressed emotions released at last; he laughed aloud, driving into the depths of the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Butcher, hiding in his secret base, received a call from Alvin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Alvin’s first words on the other end nearly killed Butcher with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Butcher... do you want to kill the Patriot?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Butcher’s pupils shrank; he forced his contorted face into calm, lowering his voice: “Are you insane? Do you know what you’re saying? That’s the Patriot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know exactly what I want to do. It’s you who doesn’t know what you want, Butcher.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the phone, Alvin’s voice was light and relaxed—as if he hadn’t just suggested murdering the Patriot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing at his companions in the base, Butcher slipped quietly to a secluded spot, covering the phone’s mouth, and growled: “What the hell are you getting at, Alvin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you think there are too many superhumans in this world?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin’s casual words struck Butcher’s heart like a sledgehammer—his pulse halted for a second, then pounded faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Butcher, have you ever imagined what the world would be like without superhumans?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gods belong in stories, not in reality—especially when a madman becomes a god in the people’s eyes, only dragging the nation to ruin, isn’t that right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood surged to Butcher’s skull, violently crashing against his reason and thoughts; he gritted his teeth: “This is your real plan? Kill every superhuman? Alvin... you’re a madman!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If a madman holds the button to destroy the world, would you place your hope in his kindness?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin’s calm tone was like Mephistopheles whispering to Faust, stirring the demon deep within Butcher: “Now, who do you think is the madman?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t forget—your wife was raped by the Patriot, and you were powerless to stop it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You once worked with the CIA, secretly handling many operations—precisely because of that, you know better than anyone what superhumans truly are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These words added a final, crushing weight to the already tipping scale in Butcher’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted in furious rage, like a beast stripped of reason, breathing heavily like an ox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Butcher, this world is sick.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin’s low, hoarse voice carried pity and compassion—as if truly mourning the entire world: “Those with superpowers are the disease’s root. We must remove the root to restore the world to health.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only heavy breathing remained on the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, Butcher seemed to endure a brutal inner struggle; finally, guided by his truest desires, he tipped the scale: “What... are you going to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The day after tomorrow, I’ll make the Patriot appear alone in one place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin withheld part of the plan deliberately: “I’ll give you three doses of Temporary Compound No. 5. When you see the signal, we’ll ambush and kill the Patriot together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re sure he’ll be alone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Butcher frowned, skeptical: “What if other ‘Titans’ show up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—no other ‘Titans’ will appear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin gave him reassurance: “I guarantee that day, only the Patriot will be there. And I have a drug that will temporarily strip him of his powers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine—I’ll trust you this once!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Butcher, too, seemed to have slipped into madness, his eyes filled with murderous intent: “Even if we can’t kill him, we’ll at least cripple him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin toyed with the Temporary Compound No. 5, a faint smile curling his lips: “Perfect. All conditions are now in place. Just waiting for the final moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the start, Butcher had walked straight into his trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because, fundamentally, the plan to exterminate superhumans was Butcher’s own truest desire—the very action he would eventually take.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin merely exploited Butcher’s rage, accelerating the timeline slightly, and unleashed that demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are you ready, Zu?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now comes the “fan meeting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the fan might be a little... enthusiastic—but I’m sure Zu will love the gift I’ve prepared for him!\u003C\u002Fp>",1193,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c50804b06baf53d9a91ef556ffdc15e21109bfbd09da38e2c72498b0493d69c8","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-15","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-13",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]