Space Hulk

Ron quickly finished dinner and returned to his bedroom to rest.

The maids helped him wash up and change.

Ron lay down on the soft bed. "You may all leave. I'm resting."

"Yes, Governor~"

The maids bowed and quietly withdrew from the bedroom, and the crystal lamps went out with them.

As night deepened, soft red moonlight spilled in through the window, lending the room a faint glow.

"I'm still not used to a red moon..." Ron muttered as he opened his eyes.

Accustomed as he was to the moon of his homeland, this red moonlight seemed especially eerie.

He was not suffering from insomnia. He had awakened because he had something more important to do.

Ron circulated his Psyker Power and sensed the faint whispers coming from The Void.

He wanted to recreate last night's events and return to the Warp to find Little Sun.

Such behavior was extremely dangerous and could easily lead to corruption by those terrifying entities within the Warp.

But Ron had no choice. He needed to study and make use of Little Sun's abilities, to see whether he could find a solution to his current predicament.

After all, it was his greatest trump card.

The whispers of The Void grew sharper. Countless unknown entities called out to him, and the sensation of being pulled became increasingly intense!

"Hiss... which one is it?"

Enduring the violent headache, Ron carefully sensed those entities. He had to find Little Sun's calling frequency!

Among them, a purple force was the strongest, tempting him every moment.

It seemed that as long as he answered, he could go somewhere utterly wonderful.

An old acquaintance...

It seemed Slaanesh, that little femboy, still refused to give up.

"Bah, don't even think about tempting me!" Ron remained unmoved and directly blocked Slaanesh's calling frequency. "Get lost!"

After Ron blacklisted Slaanesh, the god reacted violently, continuing to call out madly and trying to drag him into the group chat.

Unfortunately, Ron did not give the god the slightest attention. The whispers in the Warp were pretty much like chatting online.

Rage all you want. What could you possibly do to me?

Slaanesh probably could not dox him, right?

Ron suddenly felt a little guilty. What if Slaanesh found his location and came to reality to screw him?

"There are millions of planets in the Imperium. How could it possibly be that easy to find someone..." Ron comforted himself.

If Slaanesh could so easily snatch people across The Void, all the important figures of the Imperium would have died long ago.

Besides, he had Little Sun concealing him. It should not be easy for Slaanesh to dox him.

With that thought, Ron calmed down and continued searching for Little Sun's frequency.

Just as he was about to reach his limit, a familiar frequency entered his mind.

It was Little Sun!

Ron swiftly used his Psyker Power consciousness to seize that frequency and answered Little Sun's call.

Boom!

In an instant, Ron's consciousness was pulled into the Warp.

He was back!

Ron's consciousness once again possessed Little Sun.

He "looked" at the Cold Sun suspended in the void above, formed from the will of the God-Emperor, and felt faintly relieved.

Fortunately, the God-Emperor's protection was there. Otherwise, his Little Sun avatar would have been easily devoured as a snack by the monsters and demons in the Warp.

Ron's consciousness commanded Little Sun, trying to adapt to and control its power.

However, the lack of energy had left many functions disabled, such as projecting illusions, bestowing blessings, teleportation, and so on.

The only ability he could currently use was Warp exploration, and the remaining energy was enough for only one search.

Put simply, it was like opening treasure chests in the Warp and searching for physical matter.

Perhaps some people would think this ability was rather useless and could not help much.

But Ron knew that this ability actually had an extremely high ceiling.

After all, there were many treasures in the Warp, especially the wreckage of spacecraft.

Ever since humanity mastered Warp travel technology, an endless stream of ships had entered the Warp.

During the technological peak of the Golden Age, countless ships had traveled through the Warp.

But the Warp was dangerous, like a raging ocean. Terrifying Warp Storms could destroy everything!

Over tens of thousands of years, Warp Storms had destroyed countless ships, leaving their wreckage to drift with the currents of the Warp.

Those shipwrecks were tantamount to endless treasure troves. They could contain lost technologies, powerful weapons, ancient holy relics, and more.

Now that technology had regressed so severely, if he could find Golden Age technology among the wreckage—something like an STC, a Standard Template Construct—he would strike it rich.

"Should I search?"

Ron decided to activate Little Sun's search ability and scan the Warp.

As someone cursed with terrible luck, he devoutly performed a mystical ritual before earnestly activating the search ability. "Search activated!"

Little Sun trembled slightly, and Psyker light instantly spread outward, extending into the endless void.

Very soon, the spreading Psyker Power began searching one target after another in The Void, marking points of light across the void map within Ron's consciousness.

Those were all physical objects within the Warp.

Ron was a little nervous, because he could currently place only one Psyker Navigation Beacon.

The location he chose was extremely important.

If he chose somewhere that could not be explored, or selected the lair of Chaos Daemons or even the Dark Gods, it would all be wasted.

It was like a gacha game where he had only one initial pull. It was nerve-racking.

"I have to find something good!"

Ron rubbed his nonexistent hands, then used his consciousness to select a medium-sized point of light.

After all, a point of light that was too large might be the lair of some terrifying entity. Better to play it safe.

After choosing the point of light, Ron guided his consciousness into it.

In an instant, his consciousness stretched out and entered The Void. A moment later, it emerged from an opening in the void.

The moment his vision returned, Ron saw an ancient, mountain-sized metallic object hurtling straight at him, an overwhelming sight.

Compared with that metallic behemoth, he was so tiny, like an ant standing before a sky-shrouding Behemoth.

The pressure was almost suffocating!

Ron activated his spiritual senses to widen his view and discovered that it was a gigantic ship formed from wreckage. It flickered with ghostly blue light as it continued sailing through The Void.

"A Space Hulk... I've hit the jackpot!" Ron could not help but exclaim.

After ships met disaster in the Warp, their wreckage often drifted through The Void for centuries.

Some of that wreckage would accidentally be swept into Warp vortices, gathering together into massive fields of debris.

Driven by mysterious forces, the various shipwrecks within those debris fields adhered to one another and continued functioning, sailing eternally through the void of the Warp.

People often called such ghost ships Space Hulks. They were practically mobile treasure troves within the Warp!

Because Space Hulks contained so much wreckage, their interiors often retained lost technologies or sacred relics from several different eras, waiting for a fated explorer to discover them.

But exploring a Space Hulk was extremely dangerous, because heretic cultists or Chaos Daemons liked to use them as nests.

"I hope this ship hasn't been occupied by a Greater Daemon..."

Ron was somewhat worried. If a Greater Daemon occupied this place, he had no strength whatsoever to explore it!