"Sell?"
Alexander's head was about to explode from the numbers. He endured the pain and looked into his four-dimensional pocket.
Inside the dark, lightless four-dimensional pocket, the black notebook floated silently, a swirling vortex of numbers hovering above it.
"I can sell it?"
Alexander's eyes showed some joy.
This was an idea he'd come up with on a whim.
Since he couldn't destroy it, why not just throw the notebook into the four-dimensional pocket and sell it!
Tzeentch corruption? Lord of Change? Go fight your robot nannies in the 22nd century!
Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed it and sold it instantly.
One million eight hundred thousand credits immediately went into his account, and the black notebook disappeared from the four-dimensional pocket, its destination unknown.
In the turbulent Warp,
within the blue domain of the Empyrean,
this was a labyrinth made of crystal, with transparent, polished surfaces like pebbles.
The passages in the labyrinth changed, dissolved, twisted, merged, and split in a disordered and random manner.
Amidst the light refracting off the crystal walls, numerous ambiguous symbolic images flickered continuously.
Statues in the fog, cackling blue eagles, twisting venomous snakes, chaotic paintings…
This was the domain of the Lord of Change, a constantly shifting realm of Chaos.
The Warp deity who controlled change continuously shaped this realm according to his ever-changing moods, desires, and whims.
Any mortal who dared to peer into this domain would be infected by its infinite facets and descend into madness.
Nine gates stood here, nine hundred ninety-nine riddles awaited answers, nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine destinies intertwined, and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine dice clattered to the ground.
And today, at a moment in countless non-linear timelines, a die quietly landed, revealing a brand new Great Plan to Tzeentch's apostles.
"Caw caw caw caw hahahahaha!!!"
The Lord of Change, with a bird's head, blue-purple feathers all over his body, and draped in a Greek-style robe, cackled.
The Lord of Change was a Greater daemon under Tzeentch, an executor of Tzeentch's plans.
They were blessed by their Thousand Faces master, able to see anything that happened at any point in time.
Before him was a vortex made of numbers.
This was an entrance to reality, a weak point between the Warp and the material universe.
Now, this Lord of Change only needed a little more effort to enter the real universe.
This was part of Tzeentch's Great Plan.
The Lord of Change had already interpreted his plan; this Lord of Change would enter the real universe and rampage across human planets.
The Lord of Change held his staff, flapping his wings as he charged towards the numerical vortex.
The surrounding Pink Horrors and Blue Horrors chattered, and the Changelings waved their four, five, or nine arms, cheering him on.
Other Lords of Change stood high in the labyrinth, intending to watch the impending success of the plan.
The Lord of Change had woven a grand plan, an inescapable net crafted from a series of lengthy deceptions.
The secret hidden within the numbers was so silent, quietly corrupting ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine children over several decades.
And tonight, the corruption simultaneously erupted from the depths of their minds.
These corrupted individuals would become sacrifices, opening the door to the real universe for the Lord of Change.
The plan was almost complete.
Unless someone, in this brief moment, killed all ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine sacrifices, no one could sever this door to the real universe.
The Lord of Change loudly praised the wisdom of the Lord of Change, praising the never-failing Great Plan.
The numerical vortex spun faster and faster, and the barrier between reality and the Warp was almost a thin mist.
The Lord of Change cackled wildly, charging towards the numerical vortex —
Bang!
The numerical vortex suddenly disappeared from its original spot, and the entrance to reality silently closed.
That Lord of Change, unable to stop, crashed heavily into the crystal wall behind where the numerical vortex had been.
All the Tzeentch daemons looked bewildered at this sudden change.
The door to the material universe… disappeared, and the corruption in reality was also severed.
The "Lord of Change's Notebook," which had taken decades to create, suddenly disappeared from both the physical universe and the Warp.
The Lord of Change who had crashed into the crystal wall scratched his head in surprise.
How was this different from the plan? How was this different from the future he had seen?
Was it a ploy by the cursed one? Were the corrupt fat ones stirring up trouble?
Why did the "Lord of Change's Notebook" disappear from both the physical universe and the Warp simultaneously?
He looked towards the highest point beyond the nine gates.
"Master, is this also part of your plan?"
When the Lord of Change asked this question, there was a deathly silence in the air.
The Blue Horrors and Pink Horrors dared not speak, the Changelings twisted their bodies, looking past the nine gates, and even the Lords of Change stretched their bird-like necks.
Not until nine minutes and nine seconds later, a faint voice came from the depths of the chaotic labyrinth:
"This…"
"All of this is part of the plan."
The church burned in raging flames, under the gaze of the statues of the Emperor and Sanguinius.
An Imperial Cult Priest personally lit the cleansing fire, simply because the church had been defiled by donations from cultists.
Only the holy relics and the statues of the Emperor and Sanguinius had been moved out beforehand.
PDF units moved through the streets of the Ninth District, almost violently breaking into residents' homes, and, accompanied by Imperial Cult Priests, dragged children from their beds.
In addition to the children, those who were suspected of having been taught by Namakor. Ka'er and had now grown up were also dragged out.
Amidst the prayers of the Imperial Cult Priests, the PDF purified them with promethium flamethrowers.
But before death arrived, most of these corrupted individuals had already fallen into madness.
Alexander guessed that the number of corrupted individuals should have been exactly ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine.
But Augustus stated that the number of dead tonight would not be limited to these.
All those suspected of having studied with Namakor. Ka'er, including their families, would undergo strict scrutiny.
This was to prevent any stragglers from escaping the net.
After confirming Namakor. Ka'er's corruption, Augustus no longer delayed.
He quickly mobilized the PDF into the Ninth District to begin the purge of the corrupted.
He also helped Alexander conceal his and Reyna's involvement in this incident.
After all, Alexander himself was almost corrupted, and Reyna was not only an illegal psyker but had also studied with Namakor. Ka'er.
Both of them were complete heretics in the eyes of the Adeptus Ministorum, and would likely be purified together.
Especially Reyna; to avoid trouble, she had already hidden herself.
"How are you doing now?"
Augustus's remote servitor asked, looking at the silent Alexander:
"Are you experiencing any hallucinations, headaches, dizziness, or anything like that?"
"No, I'm perfectly fine." Alexander shook his head and replied, "Everything is normal."
He looked at the raging flames burning not far away.
The orange-yellow flames reflected the scene of the Warp, and also reflected Alexander's figure in the Warp.
It was a somewhat blurry, round blue figure…
"Am I really Doraemon?"