Chapter 17: The Difference Between Scum and Scum

【Navigator: Alvin】

【Race: Human】

【Faction: Imperium of Man】

【Profession: Scavenger】

【Anchor World: None】

【Remaining Energy: 0 units】

【Remaining Source Power: 0 units】

【Current Status: Searching for accessible anchor worlds】

When Alvin opened his eyes again, the thick industrial waste gas, diffusing with a pungent rot, seemed to rush straight to his brain.

After a brief dizziness, Alvin coughed violently, feeling a burning pain from his throat all the way to his lungs, which made him reveal a bitter smile: "It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality."

It had only been ten days, and this body was already a bit unaccustomed to the harsh environment of the Underhive.

After slightly adapting to the side effects brought by the change in environment, Alvin finally had time to observe his surroundings; it seemed about the same as before he left, with almost no major changes.

Of course, it could also be that the Underhive environment was too harsh, and he lived in the waste gas emission zone, so he really couldn't see any changes.

"I wonder how much time has passed in the main universe during this crossing."

As Alvin pondered, he looked down at his tightly clenched right hand; a tube of azure potion lay quietly in his palm, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "Wait until the effect of the temporary Compound V passes before injecting the permanent Compound V, to avoid any mistakes."

Before injecting the permanent Compound V, he planned to stay in the 'doghouse' and go nowhere.

After all, who knows what dangers one might encounter in an Underhive with traces of a cult?

Alvin's life creed was to never do risky things.

Secondly, it was to take the opportunity to organize the gains from this crossing; besides the permanent Compound V, he still had one tube of temporary Compound V and a few gold bars on hand.

Alvin weighed the gold bars, which were about ten grams each, feeling a bit troubled: "I hope this thing will be of some use."

Theoretically speaking, gold is a very precious type of metal and basically serves as a universal currency in human society.

But in the Warhammer universe, he was a bit uncertain.

The Imperium of Man has a vast territory, spreading across the entire galaxy, with an astronomical number of planets under its command; even if gold is rare, it shouldn't be scarce.

But given the technological level of The Boys, he really couldn't think of anything else that could serve as 'toll money'.

As for products from the 20K era, it wasn't that Alvin hadn't considered them, but... the risk was too great!

Whether it was weapons, food, industrial supplies, etc., the consequences of exposure would be unimaginable; who knows if it would attract the gaze of some unknown existence in the Warp.

Therefore, Alvin could only continuously narrow the scope and finally settled on gold, a metal that, while rare, would not trigger any risks.

"At the end of the day, I'm still too weak..."

Alvin sighed lightly; if he were a Planetary Governor or born into some nobility, he wouldn't have to worry about these problems.

One must listen to the words of the ancestors: an innocent man is guilty of a crime because of his treasure.

A powerless scavenger in the Underhive could be easily crushed; before he had enough power, he must never expose the existence of the Navigator System!

Suddenly.

The simple house welded from iron sheets was kicked down from the outside!

As Alvin was stunned, he saw a familiar person; his brow bone and lips were cut by a diagonal scar, and his whole face was twisted and ferocious due to anger; it was the scum from the Blood Axe Gang!

Good fellow, he actually came to the door!

What is called "there is a road to heaven but you don't take it, there is no door to hell but you break in"!

Staring at the dazed Alvin, the scarred man grinned ferociously, thinking the kid was too scared to move: "Stinky brat, you're good at hiding; you made me look for you for ten whole days!"

"Ten, ten days?"

Alvin was slightly startled; it turned out the time in the two worlds was 1:1.

"Just because of you little beast, I lost a lot of face!"

The scarred man gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead jumping; his gloomy, tyrannical eyes seemed as if they wanted to swallow Alvin alive: "I'm going to chop you into pieces, one knife at a time!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a knife that had been stained with who knows how much blood, its blade dyed black-brown and chipped.

"Little beast, scream to your heart's content, wail, regret!"

The scarred man looked down from above, swung his arm to hack with the knife, his eyes revealing a cruel look.

His face flushed red as if congested, black veins bulged ferociously; he expected and longed for blood, even as if he had already seen the little beast wailing under his knife, crying bitterly, screaming in fear, and dying in pain amidst begging and despair.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out!

The chipped knife hacked onto Alvin's shoulder, but the blood spraying and wailing screams he imagined did not appear.

It was like hacking onto a piece of refined steel; the power transmitted along the blade shook the scarred man's hand so much that the knife almost flew out of his hand.

The scarred man had just been immersed in the pleasure of his fantasy of torture, but was instantly dragged back to reality.

He was dumbfounded, his eyes full of disbelief: "Why... why? What kind of sorcery did you use?"

"Sorcery? Brother, your faith is not pure."

Alvin's smile became increasingly kind, and the power of psionics surged quietly: "This is called the Emperor's blessing, you idiot!"

"I'll go to your..."

The tyrannical scarred man was completely enraged by his attitude and swung the knife to hack again.

But, at this very moment, the telekinesis transformed from psionic energy directly enveloped the scarred man, twisting his entire arm off!

Crack!

Amidst the crisp and chilling sound of bone breaking, the scarred man's entire right arm was twisted into a twist.

Flesh and blood mixed with broken bones; the intense pain made the scarred man instantly recognize reality, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints, and his whole face became twisted due to fear.

"Ah..."

Before the scream could be uttered, the scarred man felt as if something was stuffed in his throat.

Alvin looked gently at the scarred man and stretched out a finger, lightly placing it on his lips: "Shh... be quiet, it wouldn't be good to disturb others."

"Woo woo woo... woo woo..."

The scarred man struggled in terror, wanting to escape this 'demon'.

But, he had only taken half a step when his right leg was directly crushed, flesh and blood mixed with broken bones sprayed out, causing him to lose support and fall to the ground.

Pain, too painful!

The scarred man's nose and tears flowed; unable to speak, he could only look at Alvin in terror, begging the other party to let him go with his eyes.

"You want to live?"

Alvin read the scarred man's thoughts and asked with a kind smile.

"Woo woo! Woo woo woo!!"

The scarred man nodded frantically, the begging look in his eyes thick and humble.

"Then, when others begged you for mercy, did you let them go?"

Alvin didn't consider himself a good person, let alone a moral model, but at least... he wouldn't torture others for no reason.

Everyone is scum living in the Underhive, but the difference is... some people live to survive, while others live purely to satisfy their desires.

Alvin belongs to the former, while the scarred man and the Blood Axe Gang belong to the latter.

Between scum and scum, there is still a difference!

Hearing this, and then looking at Alvin's cold eyes, the scarred man finally gave up completely.

The begging in his eyes gradually extinguished, replaced by madness; hatred, resentment, regret, and other emotions filled his heart.

If he had just hacked this little beast at the time, how would he have ended up in this state?

He hated it!

"Don't look at me with those eyes."

Alvin's eyes were cold as he looked at the scarred man and said softly: "At least, I am willing to give you a quick death, aren't I?"

As the voice fell, psionic power surged!

A suffocating telekinetic force enveloped the scarred man, and then, in his terrified and horrified eyes, crushed him directly into meat paste!

Alvin took a deep breath and turned to look outside: "Next, it's the Blood Axe Gang." ===== CHAPTER 18 =====