Chapter 2: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Romanced the Bug Race

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Initial Binding Agreement activated, scanning interactive high-value targets…

Scan complete! Filtering three quality (?) interaction targets nearby for you:

【Option A: Pure Chaos Believer】

【Target】: Guard Captain eroded by Khorne's whispers (Male)

【Tags】: #【Hot-Blooded Idiot】#, #【Muscle Worship】#, #【Short-Tempered】#

【Initial Favorability】: -30 (Views you as a weakling needing testing)

【Strategy Tip】: Engage him in glorious combat and survive! Blood and skulls are the best gifts!

【Danger Rating】: ★★★★☆

【Option B: Tsundere Machine Cult Sister】

【Target】: Tech Priest Apprentice stranded here due to an experiment accident (Female, 60% mechanized)

【Tags】: #【Tsundere】#, #【Mechanophile】#, #【Lonely】#

【Initial Favorability】: -10 (Views you as an inefficient organic)

【Strategy Tip】: Provide rare mechanical parts or ancient technology data! Praise Omnissiah!

【Danger Rating】: ★★★☆☆

【Option C: Silent Tyranid Unit】

【Target】: Hive Warrior hatched early due to spore mutation, carrying abnormal data (Gender?)

【Tags】: #【Emotionless】#, #【Hunting Instinct】#, #【???】#

【Initial Favorability】: -50 (Views you as edible biomass)

【Strategy Tip】: Survive and display your "special value"; the Bug Race's logic requires patience to interpret~

【Danger Rating】: ★★★★★

Options floated before his eyes, like the selection screen of a low-quality galgame, complete with flickering heart effects.

Lin En's brain crashed for half a second.

Then, the soul of a former Warhammer enthusiast and galgame player erupted in fierce retort:

"Yi Su! This absolutely is that mongrel bird Yi Su's bad taste!

What 'Even in the st Millennium One Wants to Fall in Love!', and it's a trial version!

And every Warhammer enthusiast knows, transmigrating to the Warhammer World,

discovering you have a system absolutely cannot be considered a good thing, it might just be Yi Su's doing!"

The Gene Stealer Mutant had already approached to within three meters, the foul smell rushing toward him.

Lin En had no choice but to choose to trust the system.

But one option was a Khorne madman, one was a machine-oil girl, and one was directly the Bug Race!

What hell-difficulty galgame!

Reason was frantically slapping Lin En's brain.

Choose the Khorne madman? Certain death, that guy would sacrifice you.

Choose the Machine Cult girl? She might directly report you as an "inefficient organic" to the Tribunal.

Bug Race? Bug Race!

Past-life gaming experience surfaced in his mind; Tyranid Units, when not fully synchronized by the Hive Mind, possess an extremely short "operable window."

Such as being interfered with by spirit energy, gene pollution, or like the panel described, "hatched early due to spore mutation, carrying abnormal data."

That was theoretically the only moment communication was possible.

Moreover, among the distances shown on the panel, only the Tyranid Unit was closest to him.

In the shadows at the end of this dead end, choosing the other two meant they'd arrive only to collect his corpse.

More importantly, the Warhammer enthusiast's curiosity, like a demon's whisper, rose:

"Romance the Bug Race? This option is too damn heretical.

But, I really want to see what happens!

Anyway, we're all dead, might as well die with some fun!"

No time left, the mutant's claws had already been raised.

"I choose C! Bind the Tyranid Unit!" Lin En almost roared.

The system's electronic voice was cheerfully annoying: "Contract established~ Wishing you and your 'sweet burden' a pleasant time~ chirp!"

The next second, purple radiance burst from Lin En's eyes.

No, it surged from the depths of his soul, transforming into several translucent, rune-covered Spirit Energy Chains, shooting toward the depths of the shadows at the dead end.

From the shadows came a sharp, pain- and anger-filled hissing.

That sound belonged to no human or known animal.

It was a mixture of multiple noises produced by carapace friction, bone distortion, and biomass being forcibly torn apart.

Mixed in was a higher-frequency, nearly spiritual scream.

Rusted pipes and debris piles were blasted open by a tremendous force.

A hideous figure about three meters tall was forcibly dragged out of concealment.

Psionic chains wrapped around her limbs and torso, biting into the carapace seams and emitting a grating screech.

Lin En finally saw his "Binding Target."

A Hive Warrior!

The chitinous carapace covering her entire body was dark purple, with a biometal gloss.

Four sturdy reverse-jointed lower limbs supported her streamlined torso.

Her forelimbs were a pair of massive scythe-like bone blades, their edges serrated, dripping acidic mucus.

Her head was relatively small but covered in compound eyes; every eye point was now locked onto Lin En, crimson radiance nearly solidifying.

Her mouthparts opened and closed in three parts, revealing layers upon layers of sharp teeth.

But she was not in perfect condition.

At the joint of her third limb on the left side, there was a shocking wound.

Not a laceration or puncture, but crystallization.

Purple, translucent crystals grew from cracks in the carapace, eroding surrounding tissue like a malignant tumor.

A glimmer flowed within the crystals, seemingly conflicting with her biomass in some way.

The tissue around the wound showed a mix of necrosis and abnormal hyperplasia.

Was this the source of the "Abnormal Data"? Some kind of gene pollution?

The Hive Warrior, bound by psionic chains, struggled madly.

Her bone blades struck the chains, sending up psionic sparks, but the chains did not budge.

She let out a furious hiss at Lin En, the meaning unmistakable.

I will tear you apart, devour you, and completely erase your gene data.

At this moment, two Gene Stealer Mutants were also stunned.

They could identify this as a higher-tier Tyranid Unit.

The Hive Warrior was a grassroots node of the Tyranid Ground Forces, her combat power far beyond what these hybrid mutants could compare to.

But the Hive Warrior's condition was clearly abnormal—not only was there no signal synchronizing with the Hive Mind,

her spirit system seemed to be occupied by something strange.

More importantly, she carried "Contamination," a heretic that must be purged!

The mutants' simple minds reached a conclusion: prioritize the abnormal unit, recycle the biomass.

They abandoned Lin En and instead lunged at the Hive Warrior.

The system popped up a prompt: 【First Forced "Interaction" Begins! Please provide initial "Aid" for your Binding Target! QTE (Quick Time Event) triggered!】

Three options appeared before his eyes:

【① Throw Shock Grenade (if available)】

【② Shout Directional Guidance】

【③ Attempt Psionic Encouragement (High Risk)】

Lin En had no grenades? Option ① was grayed out.

Option ③? He knew nothing of psionics; forcibly attempting would likely cause backlash or draw something worse.

Only ② remained.

"The one on the left! At the carapace seam! Three inches below the neck!"

Lin En shouted with all his might, using his Warhammer 40,000 knowledge to point out the mutants' weakness.

The Hive Warrior completely ignored his shouting.

The moment the mutants lunged, she burst forth with terrifying power, forcibly snapping two psionic chains.

System Prompt: 【Warning! Binding Target resisting violently!】.

Bone blades swung; the battle was a curb-stomp.

The first mutant tried to block with bone claws, but the Hive Warrior's bone blade cut through his arm like a hot knife through butter, then split his head open.

Green blood and brain matter sprayed. The second mutant lunged from the side, biting at her flank, but the carapace blocked the sharp teeth.

The Hive Warrior's other bone blade thrust backhanded, piercing the mutant's chest and pinning him to the wall.

Then she twisted fiercely, the mutant's organs bursting open from behind.

The whole process took less than two seconds; both mutants became chunks of mangled flesh.

But Lin En noticed a detail: when the Hive Warrior attacked, her body had an extremely brief, unnatural stiffness.

About 0.2 seconds, as if forcibly halted by an invisible power.

The system was forcing her to "listen" to commands, even if she refused to execute them.

Although several psionic chains had snapped, residual images still wrapped around her, binding this beast like reins.

The battle ended.

The Water Treatment Pool fell into silence, only the sound of mucus dripping and biomass slowly writhing.

The Hive Warrior stood amid the blood pool and severed limbs, slowly turning around.

Her four reverse-jointed lower limbs moved alternately, the carapace rubbing with a slight clacking sound.

Her compound eyes locked onto Lin En again.

There was not a trace of gratitude in her gaze, only cold, offended killing intent.

And a trace of confusion?

She could feel an "Agreement" forcibly linking her to this weak creature, violating all her instincts.

The Hive Mind taught her that all non-Tyranid creatures were biomass, and all abnormalities must be purged.

But now, she herself had become an "Abnormal," while this creature that should have been food had become the "Agreement Binding Party."

She took a step forward.

Lin En retreated, his back pressed against the rusted iron door, with nowhere left to retreat.

She hissed, her three-part mouthparts opening, fangs dripping digestive acid that corroded small pits into the floor.

The Bone Blade rose, pointing at Lin En's throat.