"He really is a God Chosen of Tzeentch."
"Kairos would cry himself to death if he saw him."
"From this moment on, this big brother's standing in Tzeentch's heart has far surpassed Sanguinius, listed as a white moonlight that must ascend to daemonhood."
"Sanguinius?? Shouldn't it be Magnus?"
"Are you talking about that sunburnt, one-eyed Ogryn with astonishing wisdom? Didn't he already get what he wanted?"
"What do you mean?"
"What you get is rotten tea dregs; what you can't get is called white moonlight."
"A brilliant insight, General!"
"..."
The nearby Players discussed animatedly, looking at Old Thirteen with expressions ranging from surprise to teasing.
Old Thirteen stretched out his hand, looking at his ten fingers.
At this moment, he finally knew why.
How could there be an Ogryn in the Warhammer Universe who could count to nine!!
Counting to seven was already Tzeentch's doing, the limit achievable by exhausting countless Greater Daemons.
To make an Ogryn count to ten, the person responsible for teaching them would probably ascend to daemonhood directly.
Unfortunately, according to the faction division in the game,
He was on the Emperor's side.
Being able to count to ten was also the Emperor's great power; Tzeentch could not elevate the Emperor to a Greater Daemon.
"A destined God Chosen of Tzeentch, Zigman will definitely like you very much."
Dora patted Old Thirteen's sturdy body and chuckled.
Old Thirteen's face instantly darkened.
Zigman was the Chapter Master of the Demon Hunter Battle Group, and he liked Daemons and Heretics the most.
Like him?
Was he thinking of using him as a KPI to grind?
"Welcome to hell, Emperor's Cannon Fodder."
A projection appeared, and Cortana's figure emerged above the crowd in the church, a scene for new Players logging in.
Because of the quantum lighthouse, Cortana's consciousness could ignore space and cover the Planet Atoma, receiving and transmitting information in real-time.
Therefore, Cortana at this time was not a pre-stored projection, but a real-time one.
As soon as she finished her opening remarks, Cortana saw the Ogryn standing out from the crowd and was stunned for a moment.
Even as a Star God, she was slightly shocked.
Cortana suppressed the slight surprise in her heart, recited her lines verbatim, and then let the Players move freely.
"Flesh is weak, mechanical ascension! Join the Adeptus Mechanicus Battle Group and embrace great evolution!"
"True men must be Astartes, carrying guns and shooting!"
"Ecclesiarchy Players exclusive! Are there any brothers and sisters who want to go the Battle Sisters and Priest route? Welcome to Crimson Rose!"
"Magic is the king, magic is the truth! Brothers, Hogwarts welcomes you!"
"..."
As the scale of the war expanded, all Battle Groups experienced a shortage of manpower.
New Players, upon logging in, immediately began recruiting.
"Any engineering students? Dora Workshop is recruiting with heavy rewards! Join now and receive an exoskeleton armor and Chainsword!"
Dora and MC Myth set up a recruitment booth.
The servitor skull's loudspeaker continuously repeated pre-recorded messages.
"Do you recruit agricultural students?"
A new Player with the ID (Growing Mushroom in Golden Toilet) squeezed to Dora Workshop's recruitment booth and asked.
"Agricultural student? Sorry, Dora Workshop focuses on mechanical types. Your major isn't very suitable."
Dora shook his head, politely refusing the other party.
"Alright." Mushroom scratched his head and went to ask the next Battle Group.
Unfortunately, at present, no Players had formed Battle Groups focused on agriculture; the Adeptus Mechanicus was responsible for such fields.
"It seems I'll have to be a lone wolf for a while."
Mushroom felt a bit depressed after asking around.
He had originally wanted to use his expertise and make a big splash in the game,
But there were no agricultural Battle Groups at all.
He was so angry he was trembling! Did farming gameplay not include farming?
He just wanted to grow Mushrooms in the game!!
"Hey, brother, are you also an agricultural student?"
A Player with the ID (Rice Saint Father) next to him called out to Mushroom.
"You too?"
"I'm from Huadong Agricultural University." Rice introduced himself a bit shyly.
"I heard this game is 100% realistic, you can repair machines and do scientific research, so I thought I could come and do agriculture."
"One of my roommates was also selected with me."
Rice pulled another new Player with the ID (Potatoes are also Coarse Grains) over.
"I'm from Dongda Agricultural University." Mushroom scratched his head, "I asked around, and no one is doing agriculture. It feels like everyone doesn't really like agriculture."
"It's not that they don't like it, but mainly this game emphasizes 100% realism, and any technical gameplay requires you to have corresponding knowledge reserves." Rice explained, "There are already few people engaged in agricultural professions in Holy Terra (Earth/Reality), so naturally, even fewer will enter the game."
"That's true." Mushroom nodded.
Rice said confidently: "Besides, if there's no Battle Group, we can just form our own Battle Group specializing in farming and combat. Look, we already have three people now. If we ask a few more, we can gather a group."
"Then, we'll pool money to form a Battle Group, buy agricultural research institutes, and buy plantations."
"Mm." Mushroom nodded, "Then, will you be able to help me catch Orks so I can research growing Mushrooms?"
"Of course!"
"..."
On the other side,
"Your Holy Terra (Earth/Reality) profession is a cargo ship captain??" King of Mount & Blade looked at the new Player with the ID (Running Towards the Sea) in front of him, "Then do you know how to captain a warship?"
"Never piloted one, but it should be similar to a cargo ship." The Sea said, "I can learn."
"You're still a talent, alright. I'll let you join the Emperor Niuma Battle Group. Recently, the boss and them bought a warship, and they're short on people. After you complete the novice training, I'll send you to Syntilla."
King of Mount & Blade registered The Sea into the Battle Group and had him stand aside.
After recruitment ended, they would all be sent for novice training together.
Recruitment was in full swing, with many new Players asking about the focus and benefits of each Battle Group.
Those who hadn't found a suitable Battle Group or wanted to be lone wolves chose to leave first and do their novice quests.
[Newbie Quest: Complete Basic Training.
Having just arrived, you must be completely new to this grand world. The wise Planetary Governor – Feng has tailor-made a set of newbie training for you. Go complete it quickly.
Requirements: Accept training from the newbie instructor, and become familiar with basic operations like firearms.
Rewards: 500 Contribution Points, 5 Honor Points.
]
...
As an old member of the Emperor's Cannon Fodder chat group, plus his Ogryn physique,
Many Battle Groups were willing to recruit Old Thirteen.
After all, Ogryns were truly top-tier Cannon Fodder.
But he didn't choose any of them, wanting to see his combat power and talent before selecting a Battle Group.
Each Battle Group had a different focus; some leaned towards psychic abilities, some towards firepower, and others preferred close combat.
Joining a Battle Group that matched one's talent and personality would make the game more enjoyable.
For a firepower enthusiast to join a Battle Group that loved close-quarters combat would be torture.
For a Player keen on mechanical ascension to join a Battle Group that worshipped flesh enhancement would be even more incompatible.
Therefore, the choice of Battle Group was also very important, as it determined whether one could find like-minded companions.
Stepping out of the church, they entered a spacious plaza.
Dozens of transport shuttles with engines running roared, waiting to transport the Players.
Guards in exoskeletons guided these novice God Chosen into the transport bays.
"What a huge God Chosen!!"
The guards maintaining order showed surprise when they saw Old Thirteen.
An Ogryn, that was very rare.
Old Thirteen ignored their surprise and chose a less crowded transport shuttle.
Fifteen minutes later, the transport shuttle took off, flying towards the training ground at the edge of the Hive City.
The training ground covered a vast area, specially designated for new Player training.
When the Players exited the transport shuttle, instructors were already waiting for them.
"In the name of the Emperor, I am Instructor Bules, responsible for teaching you basic firearm knowledge and vehicles."
A middle-aged man in uniform stood ramrod straight, introducing himself to the Players exiting the transport shuttle.
The novice training lasted for two days.
From aiming and shooting firearms, to close-combat using monomolecular blades, Chainswords, and Power Swords, as well as the operation and maintenance of exoskeleton power armor.
Bules explained everything in detail and had the Players practice hands-on, ensuring they understood the basic knowledge.
After completing a series of training sessions,
Bules handed out New Recruit Medals to every Player who completed the training.
"You have completed your basic training. Now, in the name of the Emperor, go and defeat the minions of the Chaos Gods!"
After speaking, he turned and left to greet the next batch of God Chosen.
"This is up, this is down, this is block, this is swing sword, okay, you're familiar with the controls now, go defeat the Chaos tin cans."
One Player sarcastically muttered.
The others burst into laughter.
After completing the training, all Players leveled up and gained skills.
On the transport shuttle returning to the Hive City, the Players exchanged notes on their respective skills.
"By the way, what skills and talents did you all acquire?"
"Prudence."
"Endure Pain."
"..."
Someone patted Old Thirteen's shoulder, "What about you, God Chosen of Tzeentch?"
"I'll say it again, I am not a God Chosen of Tzeentch, do not call me that." Old Thirteen reiterated sternly, "Also, what skills and talents I acquired are none of your business."
"Did you get the Clever Head talent?" A nearby Player quietly asked, "Don't worry, tell me, I promise I won't tell anyone else."
"I didn't acquire any Clever Head talent. I acquired Warp Sense."
Old Thirteen regretted his words as soon as he spoke them.
"You still say you're not a God Chosen of Tzeentch?" The nearby Player's eyes widened, his face filled with shock, "Being able to count to 10 is one thing, but you even acquired Warp Sense, which is a prerequisite skill for psychic abilities!"
Inside the transport shuttle, all the Players who had been chatting animatedly turned to look at Old Thirteen, their gazes complex, discussing amongst themselves.
"This guy wouldn't be the boss's biological son, would he? Getting to draw the hidden skin Ogryn is one thing, but he can also master psychic powers?"
"Is this what an 'Emperor of Luck' is like? I'm envious."
"Gritting my teeth, an Ogryn who understands magic, only one has ever appeared in the Warhammer Universe!"
"..."
Old Thirteen: "..."
Alright, it was his fault for not being able to hold his temper.
Now, the title of God Chosen of Tzeentch couldn't be shaken off.
...
In the Warp,
In the constantly shifting Crystal Labyrinth,
Kairos, as always, wove fate and the future,
Satisfying the desires of those who craved knowledge or boons in a mischievous way.
"I offer this world to you through intrigue, Eternal Lord of Fate and Wisdom, grant me eternity."
The devotee's voice echoed in Kairos's ears.
He peered through the Crystal Labyrinth and saw what was happening in the mortal realm.
A devout follower stood upon burning ruins, praying to the Lord of Change.
This man was a master of intrigue, possessing profound knowledge, skilled in manipulating hearts and schemes.
This burning world was his gift to the Lord of Change.
Through intrigue, he incited two powerful factions to fight, ultimately destroying the entire world.
"This fellow actually orchestrated a successful conspiracy, plunging a planet into chaos, truly splendid. But this story needs a dramatic twist; only then can it resonate in the Warp."
As Kairos whispered,
The scene in the mortal realm changed.
A laser bolt shot from behind, instantly piercing the devotee's chest.
Several loyal Imperial soldiers limped out from behind cover.
They walked up to the devotee, pulled the trigger repeatedly, and killed him completely.
The loyal Imperial soldiers killed the traitor, ending the disaster.
Thus, the Imperium once again achieved victory.
The traitor's name would be recorded in the archives by Imperial scholars, serving as a warning to future generations.
The devotee was remembered, which was also a form of eternity.
Kairos nodded in satisfaction, very pleased with this outcome.
It both fulfilled the blessing and brought the story to a perfect conclusion.
And in the Warp, a new Tzeentch Daemon was born.
It was the echo of the conspiracy orchestrated by that devotee, a reflection of the Holy Terra (Earth/Reality).
Kairos smiled; fate was indeed so unpredictable.
Mortals could not comprehend the wisdom of the Lord of Change, simply because they had never understood what kind of beings the Chaos Gods truly were.
All living beings were merely sustenance for the Gods; no deity truly cared what their sustenance thought.
For Tzeentch, mere success was meaningless.
It had to exhibit the characteristic of constant change,
Only then could an anathema be born, and only then could His power and authority be enhanced.
In his spare time, Kairos shifted his gaze to the Calixis Sector,
Wanting to see how those Emperor servants were doing!!
When he saw the Ogryn with psychic aura, his eyes widened instantly.
This isn't Tzeentch at all!