[{"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-20":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},2277793,4456,"Chapter 20: Jackal Tack","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-20",20,"\u003Cp>Jackal Tack is definitely a “famous person” in Lower Nest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumor has it he wasn’t originally from Lower Nest—he offended a noble in Middle Nest and was politically persecuted, forcibly exiled here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jackal Tack’s fame doesn’t come from his origin or status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, every year, thousands are persecuted and exiled by nobles—far too common to stand out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What truly made Jackal Tack famous was when the Crusader Gang smashed his stall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Tack slipped into the Crusader Gang unnoticed, severed the gang leader’s head without a sound, and hung it from the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew how he did it, but from that day on, the Crusader Gang roared for revenge, mobilizing their entire force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just when everyone thought Tack was surely dead, a shocking reversal occurred!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack became like a ghost, or a death god wielding a scythe, killing Crusader Gang members one by one, severing their heads and dumping them at the gang’s base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the Crusader Gang collapsed—they couldn’t find “Tack,” and even dared not close their eyes to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because every time they shut their eyes, they might never open them again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, under the growing pile of heads at the entrance, the Crusader Gang disbanded entirely—no one dared trouble Tack again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that incident, many gave Tack the nickname “Jackal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a jackal—fixated on its target, refusing to let go, always ready to deliver a fatal strike, cruel and cunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Alvin learned the man’s identity was none other than “Jackal” Tack, he was stunned—and suddenly conceived an idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he... tell Tack about the cult?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he quickly crushed the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only could he not be sure Tack would believe him, even if he did tell him, what guarantee was there that Tack would help?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he dug deeper, without knowing the cult’s scale, Alvin couldn’t even determine whether Tack was part of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t gamble—because if he lost... the cost would be his life!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack, assuming Alvin had no money, flicked ash and sneered: “Kid, don’t tell me you’ve got nothing and expect me to help you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, respected Mr. Tack.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin threw the cloth-wrapped gold bar into his lap: “Would this count as ‘sincerity’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cloth-wrapped gold landed on the table with a dull thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Metal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack raised an eyebrow, showing a flicker of interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can take a look, Mr. Tack,” Alvin deliberately teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he was nervous—gold was hard currency even in 2K, but in 40K, who knew?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With tense eyes, Alvin watched as Tack tore open the cloth, revealing irregular, gleaming yellow-gold chunks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d deliberately used spiritual energy to crush the neat bars into lumps, to avoid suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is... gold?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack’s voice rose sharply, his eyes filled with surprise: “Where did you get this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From the 0-4 waste disposal site,” Alvin fabricated: “I pried it off a fancy-looking clock. Should be valuable, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack held the irregular gold chunks, studying Alvin thoughtfully: “This is called gold. Rare in Lower and Middle Nest—only nobles in Upper Nest use it. Its value is hard to estimate, but it’s far higher than you imagine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Alvin finally exhaled, then said: “Then please arrange my smuggling into Middle Nest as soon as possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This much gold is enough to buy a Middle Nest resident permit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack studied him with a knowing look: “You’re sure you only need smuggling? You don’t want me to get you a permit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can get a permit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin was genuinely stunned—how powerful was this guy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, but it’ll take three months,” Tack said casually, playing with the gold. “I Tack hate being cheated, but I never cheat others. What do you say, kid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three months was too long—by the time the permit was ready, the cult might already be storming Upper Nest. What good would it be then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin sighed inwardly and shook his head: “No, just smuggling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack half-closed his eyes, studying Alvin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, he grinned, picked up his cigarette, lit it, and drew a deep breath: “Fine. You pay, I deliver. I won’t ask why.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin nodded calmly: “Hurry. I’m in a rush.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come back in three days. I’ll take you to Middle Nest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack flicked ash, indifferent: “One gold bar is enough for smuggling. The other two—I won’t take advantage of you. Any other demands?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“High-purity energy, deflection field generators, weapons, protective gear—all of it,” Alvin said without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were his most urgent needs, especially high-purity energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh. These aren’t easy to get.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack thought for a moment, glanced at him, and grinned: “But for me, no problem. Forget the deflection field—that’s rare even among top nobles. The rest? I can manage. Any special requirements?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So powerful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin was genuinely startled—Tack’s background was deeper than he’d imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, he shook his head: “No special requirements. Just make the weapons as powerful as possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kid, you’re not planning to assassinate a noble, are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack eyed him suspiciously—why smuggle in such gear unless you had ulterior motives?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m no fool, and I don’t go looking for death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin laughed bitterly: “I angered some people. I’m fleeing to Middle Nest for safety. Weapons are just for self-defense. That’s all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, I see...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, Alvin felt Tack seemed... disappointed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ve noted it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flicker of disappointment vanished from Tack’s eyes; he turned serious: “Come back in three days. You can go now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looking forward to our meeting in three days, Mr. Tack.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deal was sealed. Alvin bowed slightly, then turned and left decisively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trusted “Jackal Tack’s” integrity—this man was famous in Lower Nest for repaying kindness and exacting revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Alvin leave from the second floor, Tack weighed the gold in his hand and sneered: “Hmph. Lying little brat. Even the Upper Nest fools wouldn’t dump gold into Lower Nest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this kid had secrets—but Tack was too lazy to investigate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These days, everyone had secrets. If he chased every one, he’d never have time to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Tack found this kid interesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere deep inside, a voice whispered: this kid would bring him great surprises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a tall, wiry man rushed up the stairs, breathless and whispering urgently: “Boss! Big trouble!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What trouble? Catch your breath first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack turned calmly, sat down, lit a cheap cigarette, crossed his legs, and exuded calm authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if infected by Tack’s composure, the tall man took several deep breaths, steadied himself, and said grimly: “Just now, the Blood Axe Gang... was wiped out by the Hammer Gang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s your ‘big trouble’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack chuckled, unimpressed: “That’s all? You’re scared of this? When every gang in Lower Nest dies, that’s a big trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gang wiped out? So what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh come on, boss! It’s not that simple!” The tall man turned pale, swallowed hard, and whispered: “Not only the Blood Axe Gang—over three hundred scavengers in the East District were killed by the Hammer Gang. Not one survived!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three hundred scavengers killed by the Hammer Gang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Tack’s brow furrowed sharply—he snapped upright from his relaxed posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! Almost all scavengers in the East District are dead—except those who didn’t go out today!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tall man wiped away sweat, still trembling: \"You didn't see it—the entire dump was stained red with blood, the Hammer Gang is too cruel!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only blood? No bodies?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark suspicion flashed in Tack’s mind—he leaned forward urgently:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“N-no bodies. Just blood. And no scavengers returned.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tack sat back down, but his eyes were now filled with doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No... bodies?\u003C\u002Fp>",1255,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","623e187f7fe1d18cbfbcc7f74454352dd4919bad06c7a26894dc3708f7667311","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-21","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-19",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]