"Don't be like that, are you just jealous of my handsome face?"
Alexander made a few more adjustments to his Lion face, trying to make it resemble the arrogant, severe look of Lion El'Jonson he remembered.
But it still wasn't quite right.
After all, Alexander had never seen the Lion's face in person, only molded it based on various illustrations, miniatures, and written descriptions he had seen in his previous life.
It resembled him, but not completely.
"Tsk, I feel like the Lion's face isn't handsome enough. Maybe I should just mold Fulgrim's face instead."
"Fulgrim? Are you talking about the Pheonix?" The winged figure in the white light was momentarily stunned.
The Primarch of the Emperor's Children. The Primarch, before his Fall, was known as the Purple Phoenix of the Imperium; now, he was Slaanesh's Purple Serpent Demon.
The winged figure in the white light shivered slightly, as if recalling some dark memories. After a long pause, he finally sighed and said, "I beg you, the Lion's face is perfectly fine. Don't touch it."
Hearing the mournful tone in the winged figure's voice, Alexander couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Of course, he wasn't really going to mold Fulgrim's face.
Although Fulgrim, before his Fall, single-handedly raised the average human attractiveness across the galaxy, he had now ascended to become a Slaaneshi Daemon Prince—the Space Chaos LGTVHD+ pansexual xenophile BDSM Primarch of Chemos.
If he molded a face resembling him, he would probably be corrupted by the Warp the very next second.
"Of course I won't mold it, but you have to teach me how to make this face look more like the Lion King."
Alexander thought for a moment, then looked at the winged figure in the white light and said.
"Alright. You need to raise the outer corners of the eyes a little... and the chin should be slightly shorter..."
The winged figure in the white light nodded with difficulty:
"Yes, the ears are exactly right like that. It's looking more and more like the Lion..."
The winged figure in the white light was initially resistant, but as Alexander molded his face to look more and more like Lion El'Jonson, he seemed to grow interested and began guiding Alexander seriously.
"That's it, that's exactly what the Lion looks like," the winged figure in the white light exclaimed with some emotion.
Alexander looked at the deep, cold, yet majestic lion-like face reflected in the mirror and couldn't help but click his tongue.
No wonder the Lion wasn't very popular among the Primarchs.
Setting aside his personality, this face alone looked like the whole world had violated his own father—gloomy, severe, and utterly devoid of humor.
It looked as though if anyone dared to crack a joke with him, an uppercut would immediately smash into their face.
After returning the box of Body Clay to his dimensional pocket, Alexander put on the Superpower Hat.
The hat had a mechanical right hand wearing a white glove on top, making it look like a comical toy.
Upon wearing the hat, Alexander faintly felt that he had gained certain non-existent organs, enabling him to achieve things he couldn't do before.
He tried to concentrate on a pull-tab can in the corner of the room.
The mechanical hand on the top of Alexander's hat pointed at the can, and the can flew into mid-air.
Then, with a gentle exertion of force, Alexander crushed the can instantly.
"That's Telekinesis... Next is..."
Alexander focused his mind and breath, briefly closed his eyes, and his figure flickered a few times, instantly appearing at the room's doorway.
Teleportation.
Alexander checked his arms and clothes, confirming that he could move the Body Clay and his clothes along with him. He wouldn't be in a situation where he was teleported away, leaving his clothing behind.
The last ability was...
Alexander tried to focus his attention on his eyes, and then...
The surrounding walls and floor became slightly transparent.
Alexander concentrated, looking down at the ground, and vaguely saw the crisscrossing pipes of Old Sector Eight beneath the surface.
He took a deep breath, feeling a slight pain in his eyes and a sudden sense of exhaustion inside his body.
Alexander closed his eyes, switching off the X-ray vision.
After testing the three abilities of the Superpower Hat, he found that he had better control over Telekinesis and Teleportation.
Only X-ray Vision was slightly worse; it required intense concentration to barely see through the ground, and it consumed a lot of energy.
Fortunately, X-ray Vision wasn't an ability that needed to be active all the time. He could just use it when needed.
Thinking this, Alexander took the Arbitrary Ring from his pocket.
The entrance to Old Sector Eight was surrounded by a local gang, but Alexander didn't need to use the entrance. As long as he knew the sector was below, he could drill through using the Arbitrary Ring.
He placed the Arbitrary Ring on the ground and stepped through.
In the deep, subterranean pipe network of Old Sector Eight, two gang members were smoking lho-sticks and patrolling the pitch-black area with flashlights.
"What exactly are the bosses looking for? Staying in this dump day and night," the gang member on the left couldn't help but ask.
Old Sector Eight had been buried underground for over a hundred years. The electrical system was long damaged, and the air carried a stale smell, making people uncomfortable.
He couldn't help but make conversation with his patrolling partner.
"I heard the squad leader say they're looking for the old PDF warehouse that got buried down here."
"I think there are quite a few guns and cannons inside."
His companion flicked his lho-stick and said:
"They say they found it, but the whole warehouse is buried under collapsed rubble. They can't get in."
"It looks like they won't be digging it out anytime soon."
"If they can't dig it out, they can't dig it out," the gang member on the left took a deep drag on his lho-stick. "This place is a bit stuffy, but usually, we're just wandering around aimlessly. The work is much easier than being up in the Hive."
His companion nodded in agreement.
The Hive City was already a giant cesspit; a Hive City without a Governor's oversight was the cesspit of all cesspits. Everyone who survived in this cesspit had their own methods of ruthlessness.
Even as gang members, they constantly faced danger in the Underhive: attacks from other gangs, desperate residents, angry small groups of Hive workers, internal gang conflicts...
Oh, and those heretics and cultists hiding in the shadows.
It wasn't unlikely that one day they would end up as corpses lying in the street.
Compared to that, this buried ruin was incredibly peaceful.
Although the air was stale, it was pitch black, and there was no electricity, the inner mind of the gang member felt a sense of comfort because they didn't have to face the myriad dangers and foul air of the Hive.
"It's simply exhilaratingly awesome," he said to his companion.
Then, he felt the ground getting further and further away from him.
Huh? Why am I actually flying? The gang member looked up in confusion at himself and his companion, both suspended in mid-air.
Then, controlled by a pair of invisible hands, their heads slammed together.