I opened my eyes again and was surprised to find that I was not in the void but in the pod with fluids filled.
Then I saw that there were 21 pods placed in a lab with me, which had babies, and their pods were numbered with Roman numbers.
While I observed my surroundings, I saw a man so mighty and shiny that I had to cover my eyes.
'Wait, my hands, I am also a baby now?' I asked while looking at myself. And I was surprised to find my skin was red. By the count of gestation beside me, I was in 15th.
Again, I paid attention to the man with golden brilliance.
The man had golden eyes, which constantly moved. He had olive-colored skin and long black hair.
Beside him was a man with a withered face and eyes deep to tell that he was sharpened by countless waves of time.
Subsequently, my mind clicked in the information about the Golden Man and the withered man.
As comics, manga, and novels were my escape from my bleak life, I have read, and I was a big fan of Warhammer 40k.
But like any normal Warhammer fan, I was not excited about being reincarnated in my favourite universe.
My first thought was the same as any emo teenager, which was: Fuck I hate this life, man.
And now I wanted to perform the final Sacred act of emoism, that is to slit my wrist and end my life.
Because this universe was a cesspit, where human beings were at the bottom of the food chain.
And those overpowered human-like primarchs and space marines, they were haunted by the spam of recruitment from Chaos gods repeatedly.
It's a universe where there was never a moment of respite from humans.
Let me explain in easy terms. Suppose you woke up in a Hive World. First, you will be starved, and if you are lucky, you will be served a black soap shape bar commonly known as corpse starch, commonly made from the corpse of a fellow human. Sometimes, there would be special condiments like corrupted cultists.
Then you have water. First of all, it's not water; it's just a toxic chemical sometimes mixed with the blessing of Grandpa Nurgle.
After you survived by eating corpse starch and drinking Nurgle smoothies, you will be attacked by cultists or genestealer cult.
If you are lucky enough to survive that, there is a major chance a rock containing mushrooms will hit your planet, then you will be facing WAAAAGH! Crusade especially approved by "EMPRAH"
If you survived that, then you will meet a nice lady or man with the logo of "I" on a skull.
They will use every sincere method to get information from you if you are suspected of being a cultist or a third-generation genestealer.
If you encounter the Space Marine with grey armor, then there is no need to struggle; you are just going into the embrace of the Emperor.
As for me, I was fucked beyond eternity. That bird-shaped bastard must have placed hundreds of traps for me to fall into chaos.
I wanted to scream because in my past life, I was pathetic. Now I have reincarnated as a pathetic character who was literally set up by that blue piece of shit to fall into chaos.
I was Magnus the Red, Primarch of the Thousand Sons' Legion, the Emperor's 15th son, and the powerful human psyker after the Emperor.
Well, what could I do? The only thing I can do is survive, but hey, look on the positive side, now I can feel the sense of touch.
While I was thinking how to get out of the grasp of that feathery fuck, I suddenly heard the deep resonant voice in my head.
It was saying, "Child! It was not the time for you to wake up. So sleep." Then, suddenly, a drowsiness fell over me and I fell asleep.
When I opened my eyes, I was not in the gestation pod. I was in a place where the sky was blood red with the red fog surrounding me.
My next thought was: Well, I'd be damned first the feathery bastard, now the bloody bastard is after me.
Then something like sharp pain pierced in my head like I was implanted with the butcher nails like my dear brother, Angron.
But after a while, the pain subsided, and I was pleased by the information that this place was not Khorne's realm.
It is one of the Sefirot from the Lord of the Mysteries, named: The City of Calamity. As I recalled the name of the sefirot, the fog beside me cleared.
Then I clearly saw I was in a throne room exquisitely decorated with matte black and red crystals.
There was a throne at the center of the throne room, also made of black crystal swords with the outline of color like molten lava, and the cushion was also red.
Then there was an audience stand-like structure on both sides of the throne, similar to a Roman gladiator arena. At the center, there was a blood-red carpet that seemed as if the river of blood was flowing between black mountain ranges.
As I walked outside my castle, the view stunned me. The castle was on a hill like a sentry tower watching over the city.
While around my castle, the city was round, spanning dozens of kilometers.
The houses and shops' designs were a mixture of Roman and Gothic, made with red brick.
As I was observing my surroundings, I heard the sound of hooves and armor clinking.
When I paid attention to where the sound was coming from. I saw a scene that left me stunned. Nearly a cavalry of tens of thousands was neatly marching towards me, followed by hundreds of thousands of heavy infantry.
It was more like a legion of knights. The armor of the cavalry was red with the black symbol of Red Priest engraved on their shoulders, chests, and the robe hanging down their backs.
(Image of Red Priest Symbol)
The red light glowed from the visor of the knights.
As they approached me, I was alarmed that they were going to kill me, but when I wanted to retreat when they were in front of me, they just knelt in front of me with a sound thud like they were pledging their allegiance to me.
This moment stunned me. As I was making sense of things, suddenly a suction force dragged me to the throne room, and it hurled me onto the throne.
Then suddenly I felt like I was drowning as I was drowned in the sea of lava. As time passed, the pain subsided.
But as the pain subsided, a transformation began as black armor similar to Medici formed on my body.
When I first arrived in the city of calamity, I was in the form of grown Magnus, which was like red ogryn, but now I had red straight hair with red glowing, piercing eyes.
I had a stone-cold handsome face similar to Fang Yuan. If you look closely, I was stunningly beautiful and disturbing at the same time.
Then came another round of brain-piercing pain, with which came information that was a game-changer.
The information about the Red Priest pathway potion formulas from sequence 9 to sequence 0.
Also, information on how to obtain the potion ingredients. The process was simple. The throne on which I am sitting. Its backside has a gorgon-like face.
I just had to feed the wrap daemons to that face, and the potion ingredients would appear in front of me.
But the proportion of the warp daemon to obtain was 1:1:3:5, of which 1 was a common warp daemon, 1 of Nurgle, 3 of Tzeentch daemon, and 5 of Khorne daemon.
As I want to obtain potion ingredients of a higher sequence, then there will be a multiplier of a hundred, like if I want to obtain ingredients of the sequence 8 provoker potion.
The ratio would be 100: 100: 300: 500, but it can be reduced if there were a Greater Daemon between them.
After a while, I processed this information and thought maybe I could change my fate.
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