"He is officially Tzeentch's Saint."
"Kairos would weep like a baby if he saw him."
"From this moment on, this big guy's status in Tzeentch's heart has completely eclipsed Sanguinius. He's been listed as the 'White Moonlight' who absolutely must be upgraded to a Daemon."
"Sanguinius? Shouldn't it be Magnus?"
"Are you talking about the sunburned, one-eyed Ogryn with unbelievable wisdom? Didn't we already get the memo on that?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What you get is yesterday's news; what you can't get is the 'White Moonlight'."
"What a killer idea, Mr. President!"
"..."
The nearby players were all chatting up a storm, eyeing GuillimanSun with a mix of surprise, teasing, and plain bewilderment.
GuillimanSun held out his hands and stared at his ten fingers. It dawned on him right then. How in the Warhammer universe could there be an Ogryn who could count to ten?!
Counting to nine was the absolute limit, and that was only achieved after Tzeentch intervened and burned through countless Daemons just to manage it. Getting an Ogryn to count to ten? The person in charge of that would have to be instantly upgraded to a Daemon themselves.
Unfortunately, based on the game's faction setup, "I'm on the Emperor's side. Being able to count to ten is the Emperor's power, too. Tzeentch can't elevate the Emperor to a Greater Daemon."
"You are destined to be chosen by Tzeentch. Mordecai must have a huge crush on you." Doraemon patted GuillimanSun's sturdy body and chuckled.
GuillimanSun's face instantly went dark. Mordecai was the leader of the Daemon Hunters, and his favorite things were Daemons and heretics. Like me? Is he planning on using me as his next KPI?
"Welcome to Hell, you Imperial spare change."
A holographic projection appeared, and Arale's figure materialized above everyone in the church, marking the login of the new players. Because of the quantum lighthouse, Arale's consciousness could ignore space and cover the planet Atomal, receiving and transmitting information in real-time. Therefore, this was a live, real-time Arale, not a stored projection.
Just after finishing her opening remarks, Arale spotted the Ogryn, who clearly stood head and shoulders above the crowd, and paused for a fraction of a second. Even as a C'tan, she was momentarily stunned.
Arale quickly got a handle on her surprise and finished reading the lines word for word. Then, she let the players move freely.
"Flesh and blood are weak, machines ascend! Join the mechanical madmen and embrace the great evolution!"
"A real man should be an Astartes, carrying a gun and firing!"
"Exclusively for players of the state religion! Are there any guys and sisters who want to pursue the path of a Battle Sister or a Priest? Welcome to join the Scarlet Rose!"
"Magic is the way, magic is the truth! Guys, Hogwarts welcomes you!"
"..."
As the scale of the war expanded, every regiment was facing a manpower shortage. As soon as the new players logged in, the recruitment drive kicked into high gear.
"Anyone interested in science or engineering? Doraemon Workshop is hiring! Join us and receive an exoskeleton armor and a chainsword!" Doraemon and Shinwa set up a recruitment booth, with a servoskull speaker repeating pre-recorded pitches.
"Is the Agricultural College recruiting?" A newbie with the ID Growing Mushrooms with a Golden Toilet squeezed in front of the Doraemon Workshop counter to ask.
"Agricultural College? Sorry, Doraemon Workshop is more mechanically oriented, so your major isn't a good fit." Doraemon shook her head and politely turned him down.
"Okay." Mushroom scratched his head and went to ask the next regiment. Unfortunately, there were currently no player groups focused on agriculture. That sort of area was handled by the Mechanicus.
"Looks like I'll have to go solo for a while." After asking around, Mushroom felt a little bummed out. He had originally wanted to use his expertise to show his stuff in the game. But as it turned out, there was no agricultural regiment at all.
Shocking! Farming-related gameplay doesn't include farming? I just want to enter the game and grow mushrooms!!
"Hey, bro, are you from the Agricultural College too?" A player with the ID Paddy Daddy called out to Mushroom.
"You too?"
"I'm from New Delhi Agricultural University." Paddy Daddy was a little shy while introducing himself. "I heard this game is 100% realistic, and you can repair machinery and do scientific research. I figured, why not agriculture?"
"My roommate was also selected with me." Paddy Daddy pulled over a newbie with another ID, Potatoes Are Also Coarse Grains.
"I'm from the Agricultural College of the University of Tokyo." Mushroom scratched his head. "I asked around, but no one is doing agriculture. It seems like no one is very interested in it."
"It's not that we don't like it, it's mainly because this game emphasizes 100% authenticity. Any technical gameplay requires a certain knowledge level," Paddy Daddy explained. "There aren't many people working in agriculture in real life, so naturally, there are even fewer people in the game."
"That's a fair point," Mushroom nodded.
Paddy Daddy said confidently, "Besides, if there's no war group, we can just form one ourselves to specialize in farming and fighting! Look, we already have three of us now. If we ask a few more, we can get the ball rolling."
"When the time comes, we will pool our money to form a war group, buy an agricultural research institute, and buy a plantation."
"Yeah," Mushroom nodded. "Then can you help me catch the greenskins so I can study them and grow mushrooms?"
"Of course."
"..."
On the other side, "Your real job is driving a cargo ship?" The King of Mount and Blade looked at the newbie in front of him with the ID Running to the Sea. "Then do you know how to drive a battleship?"
"I've never driven one, but it should be similar to a cargo ship," Running to the Sea said. "I'm a quick study."
"You're more or less a catch. Okay, I'll let you join the Imperial Hammer Regiment. The boss and his men recently bought a warship and are short-handed. After you complete your novice training, I'll send you to Scintilla."
The King of Mount and Blade recorded Running to the Sea into the battle group and had him stand aside. After recruitment was over, they would all be sent for novice training together.
Recruitment was in full swing, and many newbies were asking about the focus and benefits of each group. Those players who didn't find a suitable group or who wanted to fly solo chose to leave first and do their novice tasks.
Newcomer Mission: Complete Basic Training.
You have just arrived and probably know nothing about this vast world. The smart planet governor, Fax, has tailored a set of newcomer training for you. Get to it and complete it.
Requirements: Receive training from new instructors and become familiar with basic operations such as firearms.
Reward: 500 Contribution Points, 5 Honor Points.
Because he was a veteran in the discord chat group, and because of his Ogryn physique, many war groups were willing to recruit GuillimanSun —after all, an Ogryn is top-tier cannon fodder.
But he didn't choose any of them, preferring to assess his own combat ability and talent before picking a Chapter. Each Chapter had different focuses—some on psychic power, some on firepower, and some on close combat. It would be more fun to play if he joined a team that matched his talents and personality.
It would be a real drag for a firepower enthusiast to join a group that prefers close combat, or even harder for players keen on mechanical ascension to join a war group that worships flesh and blood enhancement. Therefore, the choice of a battle group was crucial, as it determined whether he could find like-minded souls.
Walking out of the church, he entered an empty square. Dozens of transport boats with their engines running roared, waiting to carry the players away. Guards wearing exoskeletons guided the novice Saints into the transport cabin.
"What a huge Saint!" The guards who were maintaining order were shocked when they saw GuillimanSun . An Ogryn was a rarity.
GuillimanSun ignored the looks and chose a transport boat with fewer people. Ten minutes later, the transport boat took off and flew toward the training ground on the edge of the hive.
The training ground covered a vast area and was specially developed for training new players. When the players stepped out of the transport boat, an instructor was already waiting for them.
"In the name of the Emperor, I am Instructor Burles, responsible for teaching you basic knowledge of firearms and vehicles." A middle-aged man in uniform stood ramrod straight and introduced himself to the players coming out of the transport boat.
The novice training lasted for two days. Burles introduced everything in detail, from aiming and shooting firearms, to using single-molecule blades, chainswords, and power swords in close combat, as well as operating and loading exoskeleton power armor. He let the players get hands-on to ensure they understood the basics.
After completing the training regimen, Burles gave a Recruit Badge to every player. "You have completed your basic training. Now, in the name of the Emperor, defeat the minions of the Chaos Gods." After saying this, he turned and left to greet the next batch of God's Saints.
"This is up, this is down, this is blocking, this is swinging the sword. Okay, now you're familiar with the controls. Go defeat the Chaos can." A player grumbled quietly.
The others burst into laughter.
After completing the training, the players leveled up and gained skills. On the transport boat returning to the hive city, the players exchanged notes on their new skills.
"By the way, what skills and talents did you pick up?"
"Be Cautious."
"Endure Pain."
"..."
Someone patted GuillimanSun on the shoulder. "What about you, Tzeentch's Saint?"
"I'll say it again, I'm not Tzeentch's Saint. Don't call me that," GuillimanSun sternly reiterated. "Also, what skills and talents I acquire is none of your business."
"Did you gain the talent for Smart Head?" the player next to him whispered. "Don't worry, tell me, I promise I won't breathe a word to anyone else."
"I don't have any genius. I have Warp Perception."
As soon as GuillimanSun finished speaking, he instantly regretted it.
"You're still saying you're not Tzeentch's Chosen?" The player next to him's eyes widened, a look of shock on his face. "It's not enough that you can count to ten, but you've even mastered Warp Perception? That's a prerequisite skill for psychic powers!"
Inside the transport boat, all the players who were originally chatting animatedly looked at GuillimanSun with complicated eyes and started buzzing.
"Could you be the boss' secret weapon? Not only did you get the hidden skin Ogryn, but you can also master psyker powers?"
"Is this the 'Emperor's luck? I'm so jealous."
"I'm seething! There's only one Ogryn who knows magic in the Warhammer universe!"
"..."
GuillimanSun : "..."
Well, it's my own darn fault for not being able to control my temper. Now, the title of Tzeentch's Saint is mine for life.
Warp,
In the Crystal Maze that changes every moment, Kairos continued to weave destiny and the future, satisfying believers who were eager for knowledge or gifts in a malicious way.
"I offer this world to you in a conspiracy, Lord of Eternal Fate and Wisdom. Grant me eternity." The voices of the believers echoed in Kairos' ears.
He looked through the Crystal Maze and saw what was happening in the mortal world. A devout believer stood on the burning ruins, praising the Lord of Change. This man was a master of conspiracy, possessing extensive knowledge and skilled in manipulating people's hearts and minds. This burning world was his gift to the Lord of Change. Through his plotting, he caused two powerful forces to fight each other, eventually destroying the entire world.
"It's amazing that this guy actually orchestrated a successful conspiracy and plunged a planet into chaos. But this story needs a dramatic twist—only then can it resonate across the Warp."
As Kairos whispered, the scene in the mortal world changed. A laser shot from behind instantly pierced the believer's chest. Several loyal Imperial soldiers limped out from behind a bunker. He walked up to the believer and pulled the trigger repeatedly, killing him completely.
Loyal Imperial soldiers killed the traitors and ended the disaster. And so, the Imperium won again. The names of the traitors would be recorded in the archives of Imperial scholars as a warning to future generations. The believer was remembered, and that was also a kind of eternity.
Kairos nodded in satisfaction, happy with the outcome. It not only fulfilled the blessing but also brought the story to a perfect end. And in the Warp, a new Tzeentch Daemon was born. It was an echo of the conspiracy planned by that believer and a reflection of the material universe.
Kairos smiled. Fate is so unpredictable. Mortals cannot comprehend the wisdom of the Lord of Change, simply because they have never understood the true nature of the Chaos Gods. All living beings are merely nourishment for the gods, and no god truly cares what the nourishment thinks.
To Tzeentch, simple success means nothing. He must display the characteristics of changeability; only then can he give birth to an inanimate being and increase his own strength and authority.
In his spare time, Kairos turned his attention to the Calixis Sector. I want to see what those Corpse King servants have been up to!
When he saw the Ogryn with psyker energy, his eyes went wide as saucers.
"This is absolutely bizarre!"