[{"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-37":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},2277810,4456,"Chapter 37: New World Specialty: Scum","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-37",37,"\u003Cp>【Respected Navigator, arrived at the New World】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Duration: 30 days】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Anchor to this world?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No no no... fuck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy spat curses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scorching heat waves rose, sweeping across dry desert sands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endless golden dunes rolled like churning waves across an ocean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing heat made every breath Alvin took burn from throat to lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good news—this time the spawn point isn’t an alley.” In barely thirty seconds, he was drenched in sweat, feeling half-cooked; he raised a hand to shade his eyes from the blazing sun: “Bad news—I got dumped in a desert.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at his wrist, where the Navigator system displayed its data.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Navigator: Alvin】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Race: Human】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Faction: Human Empire】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Profession: Scavenger】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Anchored World: None】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Remaining Energy: 0 units】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Remaining Source Power: 0 units】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Alvin wasn’t in a rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty days weren’t long, but they should be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, even if they weren’t, he still had backup “energy”—the “Deflection Field Device” and “Plasma Pistol” Father Aluman had given him, both still stocked with plenty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he’d never use them unless absolutely desperate—those were life-saving tools!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, I need to get out of this hellhole.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin wiped sweat, cursing his luck—he’d been dropped in a desert, and now he was fully armed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His shell armor overlined with ballistic fiber, plus all his gear and weapons, weighed nearly fifty kilos—equivalent to carrying an adult woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, due to inexperience, Alvin hadn’t anticipated extreme environments and hadn’t brought enough water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon in the desert, temperatures soared above forty degrees; dehydration would set in within hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slipped up. This time, consider it a lesson.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin winced, swallowing dryly: “Next time I time-travel, I must—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was grateful Tark had trained him for three days, briefly covering survival in extreme conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, he’d seen survival shows—desert daytime temps near forty degrees, untrained civilians collapsing from heatstroke or dehydration in minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin had been injected with Compound Five and spent over a decade in the Undercity; aside from other traits, his adaptability was unmatched—far ahead of 2K humans by tens of thousands of years!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank God Tark taught me survival skills.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After observing the dunes, the sun, and sparse vegetation, Alvin roughly determined his direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, he sincerely thanked Tark, vowing to learn more survival techniques from the veteran—lest he be dumped on Katatang someday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin trudged step by step through the desert under the midday sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blazing sun turned the sand into an excellent heat conductor; even the air shimmered with distortion—proof of how damned hot it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the sun shifted, after two full hours of walking, Alvin—who’d begun doubting his direction—finally spotted a village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A village meant people. And people meant water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heaven hasn’t abandoned me—if I hadn’t found it, I’d have had to fly out with psychic energy.” Alvin’s face lit up; he swallowed, but his dry mouth produced no saliva, his throat feeling like it was smoking, and he broke into a run toward the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village looked ancient, houses built of packed earth, cracked all over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few elderly men, their heads wrapped in cloth, stared at Alvin’s near-dead appearance—startled for half a second, then turned and walked inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, an old man with a white headwrap, face etched by wind and sun, shuffled out holding a crude clay jar: “Child, come quickly, drink some water.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The language wasn’t English, but the Navigator system auto-translated—no awkward communication barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man, fearing Alvin wouldn’t understand, gestured to the jar, indicating it held water, and offered it to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“God bless you—thank you so much.” Alvin grabbed the jar without hesitation, raised it to his lips, and gulped down the sweet well water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cool, sweet water soothed his scorched throat; every pore on his body sighed with relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t rush, child—there’s more. Don’t drink too fast.” The old man gently patted Alvin’s back, afraid he’d choke; his sun-blackened, wrinkled face beamed with kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you. Without you, I’d have died of thirst in this desert.” Alvin drank his fill, sincerely thanking the old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to thank me, child. The desert is cruel, but those who live in it aren’t heartless.” The old man took back the empty jar, smiling: “You look like you came to explore the desert and got lost, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From some angles, Alvin’s gear did resemble the foolish outfit of some rich brat who’d impulsively decided to conquer the desert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, yeah, old man.” Alvin scratched his head awkwardly, going along with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You came to the wrong place, child. This is a cursed land.” The old man sighed, shaking his head: “Rest a bit, then leave quickly—head northwest, about thirty miles, and you’ll be out of this desert.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A cursed land?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Alvin grew curious: “Can you tell me more, old man?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe he could find a clue—learn something about this world. Otherwise, he was completely lost, with no idea where to start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, child, I wouldn’t lie to you. There’s a terrorist group nearby.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man, thinking Alvin didn’t believe him, pleaded earnestly: “If outsiders like you are caught by them, they’ll be taken away immediately. That’s why I told you to leave quickly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Alvin was about to ask which terrorist group, dust surged beyond the village—three armored Humvees roared in, kicking up swirling yellow sand!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit, they’re here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man’s face paled; he grabbed Alvin, dragging him toward the house: “Quick, child, hide! If they find you, you’re dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin was shoved into a mud-brick house; the military Humvees stormed into the village, and several burly men in head coverings leapt out, rifles raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jamil, hand over the grain!” The lead man, grinning savagely, brandished an AK-47: “Come out, all of you! Don’t make me come in and search!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahmad, you came this month already—we have no grain left!” Jamil begged humbly: “Look, the whole village is empty except for old people. Where would we get grain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough talk. Will you hand it over, or will we take it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahmad kicked the old man down, pressing his AK-47 to his forehead: “Giving grain is for the great victory. Don’t waste my time—or I’ll blow your head off!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jamil said, the village held only a dozen elderly households.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But age meant nothing to them—they shoved rifles against skulls, bellowing for the last scraps of food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what they did, only two paths lay before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starve to death—or be shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly broken, Jamil’s lips trembled; empty eyes spilled two trails of tears as he stared up at the gun barrel, roaring: “Lord, punish these sinners... send them to hell!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Son of a bitch, you dare curse me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahmad’s finger tightened on the trigger—he’d kill the damn old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamil’s eyes held no fear—he’d already accepted his fate, glaring at them as if memorizing every face to haunt them in hell!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahmad froze, finger still on the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly realized—no matter how hard he pulled, the trigger wouldn’t budge, as if welded shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, before the terrified eyes of the terrorists,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahmad’s head swelled like an inflating balloon—until, in his twisted, horrified expression, it exploded violently.\u003C\u002Fp>",1194,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","99bf1e1c0d10805a239dc3e08cf2f5d7f5e7481ed7fdeec8bbf9d357b8a707e3","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-38","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-36",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]