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Now that I have the system, I still work like a beast until I drop—was the system just for show?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin woke up hungry and swallowed a portion of nutrient gruel in one gulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The taste… honestly, it was hard to swallow—a flavorless sludge that even stuck in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, having even this much nutrient gruel would’ve been a dream for many lower nest dwellers, but since returning from the Black Robe world, it was truly beneath dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, make do—it’s better than eating garbage, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin comforted himself with this thought, frowned, and swallowed the last mouthful of nutrient gruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s been roughly twenty-four hours since my last injection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After filling his stomach, Alvin turned his attention back to his “psychic energy,” but this time… something felt different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the crude iron-sheet “doghole,” the temperature had slightly dropped, condensing frost on the metal walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can I… use psychic energy now?” Alvin’s eyes flickered with sudden joy, yet he feared it was false hope—he closed his eyes and focused his mental force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psychic energy, once utterly uncontrollable by conscious will, had now been subtly stirred—though faint, far weaker than an “Eta-level” psychic display, there was no doubt: his psychic power had grown!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This discovery brought Alvin a smile, but also added a layer of unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If this continues, does it mean… I might one day become an Alpha-level psychic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The joy was that Alpha-level psychics, if not rulers of the Warhammer universe, at least had real self-preservation power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the unease was that, in the mainstream human empire’s view, Alpha-level psychics were an extremely dangerous and exceedingly rare breed, born with inherently unstable minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One misstep, and they’d be devoured by warp demons, triggering disasters capable of destroying an entire planet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it—what’s the point of worrying about distant possibilities?” Alvin suddenly chuckled bitterly, slapped his own face: “I’m Eta-level now. What does Alpha have to do with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need to torment himself now over hypothetical future dangers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin shook his head, cleared his mind, pulled out his treasured “Permanent Compound No. 5,” licked his lips, and his eyes burned with fanaticism: “Eta-level psychic—I finally have just enough self-defense power to survive in the lower nest!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he injected the entire dose into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar sensation surged again—a brilliant blue glow filled Alvin’s entire pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike before, this time… his soul felt drawn, briefly detaching from his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under invisible forces, he was pulled toward the final path of all souls—the chaotic “Supreme Heaven,” a swirling mass of infinite power, like a blend of countless dyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a burning flame, blazing conspicuously amid the chaotic emotions and thoughts of all living beings that filled the “Supreme Heaven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clusters of revolting, terrifying demons seemed to sense his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That burning soul, so radiant in the demons’ eyes, drew them like sharks drawn by blood—swarming from every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is… the world psychics perceive?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin’s face turned deathly pale, shock and terror flashing in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he’d guessed the Warp might be terrifying, only through direct experience could he realize how laughably naive his prior mental preparation had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp… a tide-like realm filled with the emotional fluctuations of sentient life—hatred, rage, violence, lust—where extreme negativity birthed Warp demons, a world devoid of matter, life, even time and rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Focus your mind. Control your emotions!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drawing on memories from his past life, Alvin consciously restrained the psychic energy leaking from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he didn’t notice that a cold, pale sun had appeared in the Warp—its chilling radiance tore apart the surging demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he opened his eyes again, Alvin’s consciousness returned from the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was back in the material world, breathing the acrid radiation fumes—and for the first time in his life, he was grateful to be alive in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire world seemed different to him, yet somehow unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Alvin clearly sensed a permanent, indelible… mark left on his soul within the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every use of psychic energy would ripple through the Warp, drawing the attention of “demons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stronger he became, the greater the danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Psychic energy is a double-edged sword.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin rubbed his throbbing temples, face twisted in bitterness: “If not to escape the lower nest, I’d never touch the Warp in a million years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calming his emotions, he carefully buried the remaining “Temporary Compound No. 5,” then pulled on his tattered clothes and crawled out of the “doghole,” hunched low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was the scavengers’ “harvest day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a lower nest scavenger, he certainly couldn’t miss this “great” festival, could he?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin understood one rule: never show off wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially in the lower nest, where scum littered every corner—if anyone discovered you had value, you’d likely be found dead beside a sewage pipe the next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dump he was heading to lay in the southwest corner. Soon, Alvin arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… the scavengers who once swarmed like termites over the towering piles of trash, rummaging for usable items, were nowhere to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vast dump was eerily silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made no sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was the lower nest’s “harvest day”—hundreds of scavengers should’ve gathered here, searching for salvage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the entire garbage truck site was deathly quiet, thick with stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Something’s wrong!” Alvin smelled blood in the air—that was his first thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face darkened. He crouched low, silenced his footsteps, and crept slowly through narrow gaps between towering piles of trash, like a worm inching forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Alvin saw the reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally understood why no scavengers had appeared on this “harvest day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer lay behind the trash pile: hundreds of severed scavenger heads, stacked in a grotesque, cruel mound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rivers of blood had soaked the earth, filling the air with a crimson, nauseating stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless skulls, artificially piled into a mound, bore twisted, agonized expressions—each pair of pale, terrified eyes seemed to scream of unspeakable horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin froze, pupils shrinking to pinpricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew exactly who had built this skull mound—a bloody tomb burying hundreds of lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Khorne… the bloodthirsty, war-loving, skull-obsessed one—one of the four supreme gods of the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a cult devoted to Khorne would commit such an abomination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sacrifice to the Blood God. 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