[{"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-2":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from Warhammer to Raid the All Heavens",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2277775,4456,"Chapter 2: Navigator System","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-2",2,"\u003Cp>【Navigator: Alvin】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Race: Human】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Faction: Human Empire】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Class: Scavenger】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Anchor World: None】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Remaining Energy: 0.1 Unit】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While pondering the voice in his mind, Alvin’s attention was drawn to the panel before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried waving his hand, but it passed straight through—the “panel” seemed visible only to his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank the Emperor for his protection!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the voice in his mind, Alvin’s eyes filled with tears, so moved he nearly fainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This must be the standard perk of a transmigrator—his very own “golden finger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Emperor has manifested!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin gripped the dial and, with clumsy motions, performed the Eagle Salute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it worked or not, sincerity mattered; besides, what if the Emperor truly saw him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the joy faded, Alvin realized the energy was insufficient—the “dial” had dimmed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Going to a new world… means traveling to another world?” Alvin stared at the “dial” in his hand, recalling the voice that had surfaced when he activated it: “One hundred units of energy—but I don’t even know how to measure one unit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine, he had his golden finger. Now the problem was: how to get one hundred units of energy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A scavenger shouldn’t have absolutely nothing left, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clinging to his last hope, Alvin searched through the former owner’s memories—and was, of course, bitterly disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a single hair remained—no wonder he often went three days with nine meals skipped!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the Blood Axe Gang wasn’t kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was Warhammer—though the Hive had laws, they applied only to the Upper Hive and Middle Hive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the trash of the Lower Hive, whether they lived or died was entirely outside the concern of the Planetary Viceroy or the noble lords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hive World was a unique, striking feature of Warhammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its structure resembled a towering spire, divided into three zones: Upper Hive, Middle Hive, and Lower Hive. Some Hive Worlds had settlements outside, but this planet’s climate was far too harsh for any.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Upper Hive was where nobles, Imperial administrators, and Ecclesiarchy priests resided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Middle Hive housed ordinary citizens with legitimate jobs, families of Planetary Defense Forces, retired Astra Militarum soldiers, and the like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the Lower Hive—it was a massive recycling dump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wastewater, household refuse, industrial slag, even criminals—all were dumped here, making it teeming with talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sunlight reached the Lower Hive—only endless smog, acrid industrial fumes, and radiation everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a brutal living environment naturally bred gangs, and the Blood Axe Gang was one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the web-like pipes and alleys piled high with trash, recalling the Blood Axe Gang’s scarred man sneering down at him, trampling him like an animal—and a fire slowly ignited in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was it him, crushed beneath their feet?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all human—why was he treated like livestock, trampled without mercy, simply because… he held a knife?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then why couldn’t the one holding the knife be him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin’s mindset subtly shifted—that was the cruelty of the Warhammer universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His goal was simple: survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this brutal Warhammer universe, become the one holding the knife—not a beast to be slaughtered!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched the “dial” tightly, his gaze shifting to a gas mask discarded in the sewage, a sudden thought forming: “This thing must be worth a lot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gas masks were essential gear for Lower Hive scavengers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without one, the toxic, acidic, and radioactive air in many Lower Hive zones would burn the lungs outright—no one could last long before dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the gas mask on his face looked no different from trash, barely hanging on to usefulness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, in the Lower Hive black market, it remained a hot commodity in constant demand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, one could say without exaggeration that this mask’s condition was merely “slightly worn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin quickly settled on a plan: he picked up the gas mask from the sewage and carefully tucked the “dial” inside his clothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First step: get one hundred units of energy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed his stiff face, took a deep breath of dusty air, endured the sharp pain in his abdomen, and leaned against the wall as he slowly limped out of the alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black market was mostly filled with scavengers, selling mostly junk pulled from dumps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, some items from the Upper Hive occasionally turned up—but the odds were like winning the lottery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin wrapped himself in his robe, pulled his hood low, completely obscuring his features to avoid being targeted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he found a stall and whispered: “Gas mask for sale?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vendor was a burly, bearded man wrapped in a ragged cloak, his left arm replaced with a metal prosthetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me see the condition.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vendor lifted his head, sizing Alvin up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin pulled out the gas mask and handed it over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In poor condition—almost scrap,\" the vendor glanced at it and shook his head. \"For a mask this bad, I'll give you ten krona.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too low.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin saw the vendor was deliberately lowballing him—he snatched the mask back. “You know the most important part isn’t the mask shell, but the filter. Mine’s still new—at least a hundred krona.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Human Empire’s universal currency was the Eagle, but such high-end money was only used by nobles, merchants, or advanced civilizations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many remote, harsh planets used local currencies, varying by region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krona was the standard currency of this Hive World, worth roughly equivalent to a copper coin—ten krona bought a portion of nutrient gruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vendor, caught out, wasn’t embarrassed—lowballing was normal in the Lower Hive; if you couldn’t spot it, you deserved to lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since he’d been seen through, he’d waste no more time: “Replacing the mask shell costs at least ten krona. Seventy krona—that’s my bottom price.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin thought for a moment, then nodded: “Fine, deal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though thirty krona less than he’d hoped, the mask was heavily worn—this price was already satisfactory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vendor pulled eight plastic bills from his coat, each worth ten krona, and handed them over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—I want to check what you’re selling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin didn’t take the money; he crouched down to examine the stall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, everything’s here. If you need more, I can make up the difference with nutrient gruel,” the vendor said slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One portion of nutrient gruel, rationed carefully, could last seven days—a widely accepted commodity among scavengers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin looked down at the stall—he needed items that could provide “energy” most of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up a worn-out compressed battery, and a mechanical, rigid voice immediately echoed in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Item Detected: Fuel Cell (Low-Quality)】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Rough craftsmanship, low-grade battery—truly garbage】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Energy Provided: 3 Units】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an unexpected windfall!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “dial’s” function was far more complex than it appeared!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin kept his expression neutral, set the old battery down, then picked up a rifle with its barrel sawn off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Item Detected: Chainsaw Rifle (Low-Quality - Damaged)】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Chamber completely worn smooth, firing pin nonfunctional—useful only for suicide】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Energy Provided: 5 Units】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Item Detected: Old Laser Rifle (Damaged)】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Almost no sights—perfect as a fire poker】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Energy Provided: 3 Units】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin scanned the stall—almost nothing worthwhile—until, as he was about to give up, he idly picked up a copper disc, and his thoughts changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Item Detected: Deflection Field Generator (Worn)】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Near-broken, generates a weak deflection field around the user—barely above garbage status】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Energy Provided: 150 Units】\u003C\u002Fp>",1210,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e1f0606c0f91b2e5aac239bfd1daac6519c0721ba8fbdb318bc42bb81050468c","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-3","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-1",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]