Chapter 491: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg? Chapter 491 Return? (Middle)

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

One scorching memory after another flashed through Lin En's spiritual world.

Beginning with the cruel scene of him awakening the Dominion Origin in the Warp Layer of Brevis, incarnating as a Dominion Avatar of lesser divinity to fight to the death against Yi Su's incarnation in order to save the dying Lena.

To the purge of Chaos Cultist Luna beginning, smoke sweeping across the entire planet, the planet's fate hanging by a thread, Brevis launching its defense war.

From the grueling struggle, finally crushing the massive war machine that was Green-skinned Warlord Lianggenna, ending the Green Skin calamity ravaging the star system.

To Dominic leading the Imperial Tithe Fleet across the star districts, descending upon Brevis.

From fighting one against seven, that months-long, heart-stopping Green Skin Infernal Affairs where every step walked on the edge of exposure.

To making the bet on the Kal II Tournament with Luna, vying for the position of Expedition Marshal through a mad competition.

From rushing to the Forbidden Wall, quelling the Green Skin chaos native to Brevis, thereby establishing unshakable prestige in the hearts of soldiers and civilians.

To boarding the Xian Ge Hao, amidst the chaos completing the soul-seizure of Keli Feng, legitimately and properly taking the throne of Brevis Planet Governor.

From the Tyranid Hive Fleet and the Son of Medusa, sparing no cost, bringing Lena to break through the blockade and flee in disarray from Necromunda Hive City.

The memories continued to recede, the image's tone growing dim and aged bit by bit, finally returning to the origin point of the entire story.

Necromunda Hive City Slum, the System Popup suddenly exploded open, him and that Hive Warrior bearing crystallized trauma, the moment their fates first converged.

Image after image kept flowing, Lin En's consciousness drifting in this river of memories, a heavy sigh rising in his heart.

It turned out that he and Lena had walked through so many life-and-death cycles, endured countless blood battles, surviving in desperate straits.

From nameless mortals living day to day in the Hive City Slum, struggling all the way to an existence wielding lesser divine authority.

Those laughter and pains, the moments of fighting side by side, had actually only passed such a short span of years.

But this sigh did not last long, a cold unease occupying his consciousness.

He terror-strickenly noticed a terrible change.

The moment each grand past event finished playing out completely in his mind, the corresponding memory would vanish completely in an instant like a beach sand painting washed away by the tide.

He was forgetting.

Great battles, deceitful schemes, blood-soaked struggles, emotional progress, one after another, disappearing from his mind.

What made him panic from the depths of his soul even more was that memories of Lena were also gradually fading in his consciousness.

That Tyranid warrior clad in dark purple carapace, compound eyes flickering with glimmer, bound and entangled with him across galaxy and Warp.

Her appearance, her voice, all their bonds, were like covered by an increasingly thick fog, the images blurring and melting bit by bit.

"No, no..."

Lin En's consciousness began to struggle and twist madly, like a person drowning in deep water, about to die.

Desperately waving the arms of his spirit, wanting to reach out and grab anything he could cling to nearby.

But in the Void there was only emptiness, he could grab nothing.

Those unforgettable pasts uncontrollably kept flowing away, memory fragments drifting toward endless darkness along invisible currents.

In the end, all ups and downs, love and struggle, all vanished into smoke.

No clear fragments remained in his mind, only a vague and hazy illusion left.

As if everything he had just experienced was merely a strange and magnificent dream.

His spirit wrapped in endless fatigue, Lin En at the end of this dream sank heavily into slumber.

"Didi didi, didi didi~"

The piercing phone alarm rang, brutally tearing apart this consciousness illusion.

Lin En opened his eyes.

The familiar ceiling came into view, cheap latex paint walls, trash piled in the corner, the air filled with the smell of new furniture unique to rental houses.

He was sitting in his own gaming chair, the computer screen in front of him still lit.

On the screen was the interface of that obscure galgame, the heroine's headshot popup window, affection level fixed at 99, only the last dialogue option away from unlocking the special CG.

As long as he lightly clicked the mouse and spoke that line, the affection could be perfectly maxed out.

But at this moment, Lin En no longer had any mood to play.

He blankly lowered his head, looking at his empty hands holding nothing.

His heart felt empty, as if something extremely important had disappeared.

He understood that he had forgotten something, something more important than anything to himself.

But no matter how he racked his brains to recall, his mind was a blank void, unable to remember anything.

He just sat stiffly in the seat, not knowing how long had passed.

Until a warm drop of water fell onto his palm without warning.

It was a tear.

Immediately, more tears uncontrollably welled from his eye sockets, continuously sliding down his cheeks.

He could completely not restrain it, the loss and emptiness surging in his heart growing heavier and heavier.

Tears flowed endlessly, forming lines.

He cried bitterly for a long time, until his eye sockets felt swollen and sore, red and painful.

But crying to the end, he even couldn't figure out why he was shedding tears.

That heart-rending sorrow was real.

The cause of this sorrow could nowhere be found.

Pain that cannot be seen always hurts the most.

From that day on, Lin En almost shut himself up in this small rented house.

Work, games, socializing, all the contents of his former life had lost all meaning to him.

He set his phone and computer to silent mode, curled up in bed all day, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Sometimes, without warning, tears would silently fall.

He could not say where exactly it hurt, but that emptiness gnawed at his inner heart without cease.

The first to notice the abnormality were his parents.

A typical highly educated couple, his father was a teacher and his mother a doctor, and they had always been strict in disciplining Lin En from childhood.

When they received the notification and learned their son had not gone to the Real World Company for three consecutive days, they rushed to the rented house in great anxiety.

But then everything happened, leaving the two elders at a loss.

Lin En sat there as if his soul had been drawn out, expressionless, reacting indifferently to stimuli from the External World.

No matter how earnestly his parents advised him, or even shouted at him sternly, he just looked muddled and unresponsive, almost without any reaction.

Fear climbed into their hearts, they dared not continue to scold him, and hurriedly took Lin En to run through hospitals.

Full physical examination, nervous system screening, all reports showed Lin En's Ice Cold Flesh had no organic lesions.

Afterwards they visited several senior psychologists in turn, but the psychological assessment likewise found no clear illness.

The last psychologist sighed long and hard, looking at Lin En sitting blankly in the Chair, and said:

"From the perspective of modern medicine, it is actually very difficult to fully explain his current state.

But there is a rather unreliable folk explanation, called... Heart Pulse Severance."

Hearing this, Lin En's parents looked at each other in blank dismay, full of incomprehension and bewilderment.

They had always paid attention to their child's life; recently Lin En had not encountered any major change at all, nor even had a girlfriend, so how had he become like this?

Full of doubt, they took the spiritless Lin En home to recuperate.

But back in the familiar home, the situation did not improve in the slightest.

Lin En still sat in a daze every day; when asked anything, most of the time there was no response.

Not long after, Lin En's best brother, Young Master Lei Ou of the Lei Family Group, heard the news that Lin En was lovesick.

He immediately put down a pile of "business" abroad and took the fastest flight back to the country.

Pushing open the door, he saw Lin En on the sofa with that lifeless face at a glance, and Lei Ou almost instantly made his judgment.

He strode forward, slapped his thigh, and said firmly:

"Heartbroken! It must be heartbreak!"