[{"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-71":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},2277844,4456,"Chapter 71: Interrogation Is a Skill","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-71",71,"\u003Cp>Alvin had ample experience in infiltrating the Lower Nest and joining a gang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he himself came from the Lower Nest; even if he hadn’t personally experienced it, he’d absorbed enough about gang affairs through osmosis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After bidding farewell to Father Aruman, Alvin did not linger, but returned immediately to the Lower Nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enforcers guarding the Nest Gate recognized him; after handing out a few cheap cigarettes, he slipped back into the Lower Nest without trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning to the Lower Nest once more, Alvin gazed at the dome shrouded in radiation and industrial fumes—his mindset had undergone a radical transformation compared to his previous two visits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The change stemmed not merely from his increased strength, but from a resolute determination forged by foreseeing a terrifying future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To infiltrate the gang smoothly, Alvin faced two paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One: impersonate a common scavenger, join the Hammer Gang, and seek evidence of the cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this method was too slow, so Alvin dismissed it outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main reason: seven days from now was the annual “Ascension of the Emperor” festival, commemorating the Great Divine Emperor who ascended the Golden Throne for all humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was somewhat like New Year in his past life, so the entire Nest would be in uproar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet simultaneously, the Nest’s defenses would be stretched thin and vulnerable—and coincidentally, the Governor of Galken Planet would announce his successor on that very day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With these two major events colliding on the same day, Alvin didn’t need to think hard to guess the cult would make a grand move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why Father Aruman had repeatedly warned him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless of whether he found evidence, he must return to the Middle Nest before the “Ascension of the Emperor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second method was the simplest, yet the riskiest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Find a high-ranking member of the Hammer Gang, replace him, and infiltrate the gang’s inner circle directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the risk of exposure was high, the rewards were unquestionably the greatest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To uncover definitive proof linking the Hammer Gang to the cult within just seven days, this was the only viable option. The Hammer Gang and the cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pity I’m not a Mind-type psionic...” Alvin pinched his brow, slightly disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psionics were primarily divided into five categories: Bio, Divination, Flame, Mind, and Telekinesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mind-type psionics could subtly control others’ minds—perfect for infiltration, intelligence gathering, and control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, Alvin was a Telekinesis-type; he couldn’t directly extract information from others’ minds like Mind-types could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter. It’ll take a bit more effort, but there’s always a way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the saying goes, where there’s a will, there’s a way—and Alvin fully agreed. Just because he wasn’t Mind-type didn’t mean he had no options.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He donned the SHIELD’s “Electrostatic Veil,” altering his face to an unfamiliar one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, posing as a scavenger, Alvin used the Lower Nest’s labyrinthine terrain to stealthily tail several Hammer Gang members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His target wasn’t these lowlifes, but the Hammer Gang’s high-ranking members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After completing their daily supply distribution, the group headed to a low building with a Hammer flag hanging at the entrance—clearly a local outpost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin muffled his footsteps and pressed against the wall, listening intently to the voices inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Tot, seventeen people signed up today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. At this rate, you’ll soon have enough recruits to become high-ranking members.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Lord Tot! Thank you, Lord Tot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When you become high-ranking members, I’ll personally recommend you to the boss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rest assured, Lord Tot—we’ll work hard and reach one hundred recruits as soon as possible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good! You’ve got spirit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The conversation in the bar ended; the thugs left, ecstatic, completely entranced by Tot’s grand promises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tot... must be the high-ranking officer in charge of this district.” Through the brief exchange, Tot was unquestionably the target. Alvin half-closed his eyes and slipped silently into the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man called “Tot” sported a rugged beard and a scar that cut across his entire face, giving him a menacing appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah. A bunch of fools. Handing out supplies for free... ridiculous. Do they really believe something like this exists?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tot flipped through the pile of documents, grabbed a nearby cup, tilted his head back, and swallowed a gulp—his sneer never fading: “After they’re done, send those few guys over too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the room’s temperature dipped slightly, growing cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drunken Tot noticed frost forming on the walls and floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The invisible chill seeped into his marrow, freezing his soul—so much so that his years-honed instincts in the Lower Nest screamed a warning: danger behind his back!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tot reacted instantly; the moment he sensed something wrong, his right hand shot to his waist holster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was still half a step too slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around him thickened into viscous sludge. Tot’s pupils shrank violently—he felt himself plummeting into an abyss, crushed by an indescribable, suffocating terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only could he not draw his gun—even a single finger refused to move, like a rusted, frozen gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a middle-aged man with an unfamiliar face appeared before him, as if emerging from a ghostly void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, the man snapped one of Tot’s fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excruciating pain drenched Tot in cold sweat; he wanted to scream, but his throat was sealed shut, producing no sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the second, third, fourth... until all ten fingers were broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tot’s face turned pale, twisted in agony, his eyes filled with terror—but he couldn’t speak, so he pleaded silently with his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, I ask. You answer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin sat on the table, his voice cold and emotionless: “If I catch you lying or hiding anything, I’ll break your bones one by one, then peel off your skin—until every scrap of flesh is scraped clean, you won’t be allowed to die. Understood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tot nodded frantically, not daring to hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Trust is the foundation. I believe you understand now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin released his telekinetic control, restoring Tot’s ability to speak: “What’s your name? What position do you hold in the Hammer Gang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“T...Tot. My name is Tot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tot gritted his teeth against the agony of his broken fingers and stammered: “I recruit people in the East District. I’m a minor leader in the Hammer Gang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why recruit so many people? What’s the purpose?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin continued interrogating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“T...to use them...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Tot hesitated, as if afraid to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, a massive telekinetic pressure crushed his shinbone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tot’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. He wanted to scream, but his throat was sealed again—only a faint “huh-huh” escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t like wasting time, Lord Tot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin leaned forward slightly, his presence radiating overwhelming pressure; the telekinetic energy swirling around him twisted his image into a monstrous demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he’d promised Tot, he was slowly crushing his bones with telekinesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the shinbone, upward to his groin—he crushed both testicles. The agony made Tot wish he could faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how could Alvin let him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he fainted, Alvin would revive him with psionics—repeating the cycle until, after just a few rounds, Tot’s mental defenses shattered completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“New recruits are assigned different roles based on their aptitude.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tot wept and screamed, his fear of the boss forgotten: “Those with low aptitude are sent to a place called Ironstone Town, outside the Nest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin remained expressionless, pressing further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know! I really don’t know!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tot dared not withhold anything; to prove he spoke truthfully, he swore oaths: “I only deliver them. What happens to them in Ironstone Town—I truly don’t know! Please believe me! I’m not lying!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interrogation lasted a long time—until Tot was drained completely, even down to which hand he preferred when using the toilet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill me... please, kill me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now barely alive, Tot no longer begged for survival—he only wanted a swift death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Living was too painful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for your cooperation, Lord Tot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin applied slight pressure and crushed Tot’s neck: “Sleep well. Goodnight.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1303,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ceb18c860be1dc761184035332aa8e056e95d3dde93796c71d46125dc4e89712","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-72","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-70",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]