[{"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-95":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},2277868,4456,"Chapter 95: Respect Personal Choice, Abandon the Savior Complex","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-95",95,"\u003Cp>A lethal dose of black water eroded at an astonishing rate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just a few minutes, Charlie had become unrecognizable as a human; his entire skull swelled, especially the forehead bone, which had grown a fleshy tumor filled with something inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin, stretched taut by the tumor, was nearly transparent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood vessels and tendons were clearly visible, like a thin membrane, and within the swollen tumor, something strange seemed to be slowly writhing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sight was utterly chilling!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaahhhhh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charlie let out a agonized scream, clutching his head—a tumor swollen to several times its normal size—staggering and swaying as if trying to approach the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Save… save me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Charlie looked exactly like a zombie from a movie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His facial features, distorted by swelling, had shifted out of place, yet the terror in his eyes remained unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to beg his companions for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even Elizabeth Shaw, who loved him deeply, couldn’t help but step backward in horror, her face filled with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, don’t come near!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The biologist Ford, panicked, grabbed the large canister of black water beside him and hurled it at Charlie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black canister shattered, its liquid drenching Charlie’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin, noticing the scene, couldn’t help but twitch an eyelid, muttering under his breath: “Damn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worried the amount wasn’t enough, he dumped another full canister—was this personal vengeance?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaahhhhh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already saturated with black water, now externally coated with another layer, Charlie let out a piercing shriek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quick, run, Shaw!” Ford yanked the dazed Elizabeth toward David and the others: “Help! Save us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Weyland, accustomed to grand scenes, was startled by the sudden turn: “Hurry, get out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, don’t leave me! Don’t abandon me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Charlie’s body had long lost its human form under the black water’s erosion, he still retained a sliver of consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“El… Elizabeth… save me… help me…” Driven purely by instinctive survival, he begged the one person he still trusted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the tumor on Charlie’s forehead, swollen to the size of a basketball, and his pleading posture, Elizabeth’s heart twisted in agony, her eyes filled with reluctance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, we can’t just leave him!” Her mind, moments ago consumed by fear, was now flooded with love; the female doctor suddenly stopped, speaking firmly to the group: “Charlie still has awareness—if we bring him back to the ship, we can save him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, everyone froze in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Weyland’s gaze, as if staring at a fool: “You want to take him back onto the ship?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the current situation, Charlie had been infected by an unknown virus in the alien ruin; bringing him aboard the ship would almost certainly doom everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Elizabeth, her mind clouded by love, still pleaded: “The ship has an airlock—we can disinfect him, then use the fully automated med-bay to treat Charlie. He’s still conscious—he can be saved, Mr. Weyland!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the clear-headed Weyland firmly refused: “No. He cannot board the ship.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Weyland!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elizabeth continued to argue: “We can’t abandon Charlie—it’s unfair!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fair? You talk to us about fairness?” Weyland nearly laughed in anger, his voice icy as blades: “Harlowe took off his helmet on his own, got infected by the ruin’s unknown virus—it’s his own fault. Why should all of us pay for his recklessness?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ford chimed in quietly: “Exactly. Why should we all risk our lives because of Harlowe’s mistake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elizabeth bit her lip, still defiant: “It might not be the ruin’s fault—we all took off our helmets yesterday, didn’t we?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t care, and I don’t want to know the reason, Dr. Shaw.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weyland’s tone was unyielding; from his seemingly aged, frail body erupted a terrifying aura, his voice sharp as knives: “I will not allow any incident aboard the Prometheus. As an investor, I must be responsible for every crew member’s safety!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any sensible person could see that Charlie Harlowe, infected by the unknown virus, had no chance of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if there was a one-in-ten-thousand chance the automated med-bay could save Charlie, Weyland would never permit such a latent threat aboard the Prometheus!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the sake of the Prometheus and every life on board, every hazard must be eliminated!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, in the midst of the argument,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charlie underwent another unexpected transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spine twisted in a way that defied biology, as if influenced by some internal force; his entire skeleton cracked like firecrackers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, within the transparent tumor on his forehead, something soft and living writhed violently, as if trying to tear free from his skin entirely!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This horrifying sight silenced Elizabeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Charlie” now crawled toward them like a creeping creature, moving with grotesque speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill him, David!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weyland ordered sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David drew his pulse rifle, but the mutated “Charlie” had already surpassed human speed limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a single lunge, he slammed into David and sent him flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force was so great it shattered David’s helmet visor and caved in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a normal human, this blow alone would have been fatal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Charlie’s” next target was clearly the immobile Weyland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Help me, sir! Help!” Weyland screamed in terror, placing all hope on the “alien entity” beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Weyland’s future plans depended on his survival, Alvin had no intention of letting him die; he drew his explosive rifle, aimed with armor-assisted targeting, and fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A violent burst of flame erupted from the exaggerated muzzle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high-kinetic explosive round effortlessly tore through “Charlie,” spraying blood and flesh, and sent him flying backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elizabeth…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing pain seemed to restore a sliver of sanity in “Charlie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But half his body had been reduced to pulp by the explosion; he could only crawl with his upper torso, his completely mutated head casting a pitiful gaze toward Elizabeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder black water produced “Xenomorphs”—its vitality was astonishing, nearly rivaling the “mushroom” next door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin’s second shot was already aimed at the head: “But without a head, it should stop, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, Charlie!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Elizabeth—whether she’d lost her mind or not—lunged forward and blocked Alvin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t shoot! Charlie still has awareness!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>God knows what kind of filth filled this doctor’s brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, she still insisted Charlie could be saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t kill him!” Elizabeth glared at Alvin, screaming hoarsely: “Charlie is calling me—he’s still conscious! This is murder!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elizabeth… Elizabeth…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The upper half of “Charlie” struggled closer to the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. Then I’ll accommodate you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin was done. Elizabeth’s stupidity was beyond comprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kicked out, slamming his foot into Elizabeth’s abdomen; the force sent her flying, landing precisely beside the “Charlie” she so desperately wanted to save:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dr. Shaw, I respect your choice. Since you insist on saving him… I can only wish you luck. Hope you two get along well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Respect personal choice, abandon the savior complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Elizabeth insisted on saving Charlie, he would show her respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if nothing had happened, Alvin turned to David: “Found a way yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David’s eye twitched slightly; he glanced at Elizabeth, lying where she’d been thrown, feeling a faint pang of regret—but quickly shook it off: “Yes, sir. There’s a path leading inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He activated the nearby control panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy door slid open; Alvin stepped through first, followed by Weyland and the medical staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David glanced at the dazed Ford, frowning: “Dr. Ford, are you staying behind?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ford looked blank: “Are we… really doing this? Isn’t it… a bit cruel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Alvin turned sharply, fixing her with a cold stare: “Shall I send you over too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, thank you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ford shuddered and hurried after the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind was perfectly clear—she had no intention of paying for someone else’s mistake, nor of dying alongside Elizabeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! Save me!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Elizabeth’s piercing scream echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ford froze, turned back—and saw “Charlie,” screaming Elizabeth’s name, crushing her beneath his weight; the creature inside his tumor had burst through his skull!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foul, viscous substance splattered across Elizabeth’s helmet; the high-strength visor glass was corroded through by the liquid, leaving a hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature emerging from Charlie’s skull was a soft, slimy, gray eel-like thing, desperately trying to crawl through the helmet’s breach into Elizabeth’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaahhhhh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elizabeth screamed and thrashed, grabbing a nearby rock and smashing it down on “Charlie’s” head!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this moment, what lover? What awareness? What Charlie?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All were cast aside—only the overwhelming instinct to survive remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His already fragile skull was crushed instantly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elizabeth seized the opportunity to break free, acting as if insane, swinging the rock repeatedly at Charlie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She screamed wildly, like a madwoman: “Die! Die! Go die!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, twice, ten times…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud! Thud! Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until Charlie’s head was reduced to a pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strange soft-bodied creature inside met the same fate, crushed into meat paste by Elizabeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the splattered fluid corroded the spacesuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half of Elizabeth’s face was coated in the fluid, raw and bleeding from corrosion—terrifying to behold!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David stared at Elizabeth, who looked as if possessed by a war god, and after a long silence, spoke slowly: “Brilliant!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I could exchange for a day off, I’d definitely take one today—my hemorrhoids are killing me. There should be one more chapter coming, but it might be close to midnight; please bear with me, thank you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, a little favor for monthly votes~\u003C\u002Fp>",1541,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","64ee1d7b3e36820c7685ded08cb48e950714cadd83db07e33a94cf9918fc1f26","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-96","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-94",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]