[Consciousness Transfer Complete]
[Severe mental trauma detected in Host. Automatically consuming 3,000 Points for repair.]
After hearing the familiar voice by his ear...
"..."
Kenmei Isayama realized his consciousness had returned to his body. However, he lay on the floor, staring blankly into space, silent for a long time.
After a while, a weak breath escaped his lips, forming a single word:
"Waaagh..."
The end of this simulation was more exhausting than he had imagined. That final "WAAAGH! Doomsday Psychic Cannon," which fused the collective will of every single Ork, had drained every ounce of Kenmei's mental strength.
He was currently tired to the point where if he could lie down, he absolutely wouldn't sit up.
[View Score]
[Simulation Ended. Rewards Settlement Complete.]
War World: Octarius
Timeline: The Ork Empire's War Against the Tyranids
Faction: Orks
World Difficulty: Lv.25 ~ Lv.?? (High Risk)
Kill Count: Tyranid Hive Fleet Leviathan Splinter
War Contribution: 10,236,520 Points
[Details: 10,000,000 Points for destroying the Leviathan Splinter Fleet; 236,520 Points for killing Tyranid units. Total: 10,236,520 Points.]
Contribution Exchange Rate: 1:1
Overall Rating: SS+ (Exceptional)
Evaluation: Can an ant slay a God?
System Rewards: 60,000 XP, 236,520 Points (This is the amount after deducting 10,000,000 Contribution Points), Free Attribute Points x10, [Miracle of the Holy Spirit].
One-Time Scroll Reward: "Da Power of Waaagh!" (Tier 1)
Skill Reward: "Soul of the Mek Boss"
[Notice: You have successfully activated the Skills System. Skills System unlocked.]
Title Reward: "Tyranid Slayer"
[Notice: You have successfully activated the Title System. Current Title Equip Limit: 1]
Tyranid Special Unit Reward: Leviathan [Norn Queen]
[Notice: You have successfully activated the Summons System. Due to a lack of basic Summoning Skills, maximum Summon limit is: 3]
[Bindable Units: "Norn Queen", "Flesh Hound"]
[Warning: If the Flesh Hound is successfully bound to the Summons System, the equipment [The Eternal Hunt] will shatter.]
"Am I hallucinating..."
"Or am I dreaming?"
Kenmei ignored the long list of [System Settlement Page] details. His eyes were locked onto a single, cold line of numbers.
[10,236,520 Points]
Kenmei, who had been lying on the floor a second ago, shot up to his feet, breathing heavily.
Holy crap. War Contribution converts directly to Points?
I'm rich! I'm financially free!
But a second later, Kenmei saw the actual amount received: 230,000 Points.
Ten million Points had vanished into thin air.
"Wait... where the hell is my massive pile of Points?"
That was enough for ten C-Rank simulations!
This isn't just 'a little' painful!
Kenmei's mental state collapsed, followed immediately by grief.
There was no anger, because his rage had already been absorbed by the [Warhammer Simulator].
Kenmei took a deep breath and demanded the System list exactly where that ten million went.
[Captured Special Tyranid Unit: "Norn Queen". Notarization Fee: 10,000,000 Points]
(Click to view details)
Erasing [Hive Mind] Brand: 5,000,000 Points
Incubating [Norn Queen]: ...
Okay, no need to look at the rest.
Basically, the [Warhammer Simulator] had taken Kenmei's ten million Points to "notarize" a special Tyranid unit and forcibly bind it to him as a Summon.
"Norn Queen..."
Kenmei repeated the name, recalling the terrifying number of Tyranids that had blotted out the sun—a nearly infinite swarm.
If this was what he thought it was...
Then that ten million might actually be worth it. No, it was a steal.
Whatever. Let's just summon it.
Kenmei attempted to click [Summon]. But the moment he did...
He was shocked to find he couldn't move. Space itself had locked down, solidifying around him. The concept of time seemed to slow to a crawl.
Kenmei felt a terror ten times worse than when the unknown entity in the [Temple of All Living Things] had targeted him. Blood-red mist swirled through the room. The fluctuation of Cursed Energy was dense beyond anything he had ever seen. Countless terrifying, eldritch spirits seemed to circle the perimeter...
[ERROR]
[Summoned entity rejected by the Current World.]
[Current World Will: Determines that the descent of this organism poses an extreme threat to the world.]
[Threat Level: Extinction Class]
[MUST BE ERASED]
Kenmei looked at the bloody red text, utterly speechless.
This time it's the malice of the World itself?
Bro, System... if you took the notarization fee, shouldn't you do your job properly?
This is the second time you've scammed me.
Next time, don't tell me I have to face the malice of the Chaos Gods directly.
[Summoning Temporarily Paused]
[Node Detected]
[Troubleshooting...]
The [Warhammer Simulator]'s method of troubleshooting was always simple and direct: resolve whoever is causing the problem.
Kenmei heard a muffled grunt of pain in the air, sounding like someone had just been punched in the gut. The anomalies before his eyes receded like a tide, as if they had never happened.
[Troubleshooting Complete]
[Summoning Successful]
A five-meter-long crack suddenly appeared in the air in front of Kenmei. As it slowly pried open, it formed a black hole resembling an eye. Space trembled, weeping black tears.
Something was trying to crawl out. The first thing to come into view was a razor-sharp, iconic Tyranid claw, gripping the edge of the spatial rift to pull itself out.
"Yep, that's a Tyranid alright."
Kenmei felt a vague sense of anticipation. The rift was five meters wide, so he estimated the thing's body size must be at least four meters.
Although it was a bit smaller than the Titan-sized beast he imagined, it was acceptable.
But then, contrary to the violent Tyranid limb he expected, what appeared next was a short, stubby leg with barely developed chitinous plating. It struggled to reach the "step" of the rift for a long time but couldn't make it. Finally, the thing seemed to give a mighty hop from inside.
But because it used too much force, it shot out and curled into a round ball, rolling clunk-clunk-clunk right to Kenmei's feet.
Kenmei stood there, frozen, staring at the black, shell-covered thing that wasn't much bigger than a soccer ball.
This? You're telling me this thing can destroy the world?
[Summon Unit]
Name: Norn Queen (Larva)
Race: Tyranid - Leviathan
Evolution Stage: Tier 1
HP: 80% (Unconscious)
Biomass: 0/180 Points (Cap upgradeable)
Tip: Biomass increases by consuming organic matter.
Strength: 15
Intelligence: 25
Charm: 1
Skill 1: Hive Queen (Evolution Stage - Tier 1): Can consume the flesh of other organisms to form high-concentration organic biomass and spawn Tyranids (Tier 1).
Skill 2: Hive Mind (Evolution Stage - Tier 1): This special Norn Queen possesses a complete self-consciousness. She is the embodiment of the Hive Mind.
Skill 3: (Locked)
Skill 4: (Locked)
Description: They are the leaders of the Hive Fleets, the masters of genetic sculpting, the terminal interface of the Hive Mind, and the most important Tyranid bioform.
In the future, she will be the Empress commanding an entire Leviathan Hive Fleet.