Tell Mom, We Might Not Be Home for Dinner Tonight

"What happened?"

Arthur rushed forward at the first moment; the stray psychic lightning could not affect him in the slightest.

He pressed his hand onto Ramesses and looked into his face, but could only glimpse a vast, white void.

Could he have been caught by some Chaos God?

Facing Arthur's worried gaze, the Thousand Sons' chaotic eyes focused, and then, Ramesses opened his mouth.

He reached out a hand, and the voice that echoed through the Navigator Sanctum was a tone that had resonated in everyone's ears since ancient times.

"V me 50."

"..."

Arthur retracted his hand with an expressionless face. Romulus suppressed the urge to blow his dog head off with a Melta, while Karna put away the Power Spear he had been ready to throw with a "just as I expected" look, and then they all transferred their points over.

"Ah—I'm alive again."

Having just received these quantified souls, Ramesses let out a long sigh of relief. He rotated his staff and tapped the hull gently; a nameless pulse spread along the metal, and the flesh and blood on the floor began to turn into fine dust, vanishing into the air.

At the same time, Arthur and the others sensed a mysterious connection dragging them from the Warp into another realm.

Then, a sense of weightlessness rose from the soles of their feet. All the objects inside the Navigator Sanctum entered a state of suspension, eventually falling to the ground at the same moment when they were pulled by the gravity inside the ship.

Arthur flexed his ankles; he felt that his perception of that safe house had not weakened in the slightest.

Bang!

The armor covering the Navigator Sanctum slid open at this moment. Through the glass, the scenery outside the window was no longer the bizarre and kaleidoscopic sights of the Warp, but a silent, deep starry sky.

Immediately, this Thousand Sons Librarian clad in Mk II Crusade Armour landed steadily on the ground.

"What is the situation?"

Arthur clenched his fists and stepped forward; if this bastard couldn't give a proper explanation, he would punch him right in the forehead.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be hasty, don't be hasty."

Ramesses hurriedly raised his hands in surrender.

"Without your buddy's reaction, we probably wouldn't have made it out of the Warp before the warship disintegrated. A Void Whale just passed in front of the ship. If I hadn't burned my soul to sustain a thicker shield, we could really go be the dungeon boss of a Space Hulk right now."

"...So what were you screaming about just now?"

Arthur let go, raising his hand to his forehead in annoyance.

He had thought Ramesses was possessed by something filthy; it scared the hell out of him.

"My eyes got flashed."

Ramesses wiped his faceplate awkwardly.

"That Void Whale was a bit big and blocked the light of the Astronomican, and then I accidentally mistook the main body of Emperor for the light of the Astronomican. It almost blinded me."

Facts proved it was just a false alarm.

"...It seems you're in good shape, still able to crack jokes."

Romulus pulled up a chair and sat down.

"How about it? You took fifty from us, aren't you going to treat everyone to a Crazy Thursday?"

The buttocks wrapped in electronic muscle bundles snapped the armrest directly; the contrast between the tiny chair surface and his massive frame looked somewhat comical.

The others didn't mind, each finding the most comfortable position to form a circle.

Although theoretically, the Realspace of the 40k universe was no better than the Warp, it was relatively safe—at least you didn't have to worry about the ground beneath your feet growing a mouth to take a bite out of you at any moment.

"Oh, right, right, Crazy Thursday. Eat, eat whatever you want."

A table full of sumptuous cola and fried chicken appeared in the open space between the four of them according to his will.

Taking off his wizard mask, Ramesses took a swig of cola, looked at the three familiar yet strange companions beside him, and let out a hearty laugh full of enthusiasm.

"At least there's someone in this world who can get this meme."

"Oh, that unlucky guy on the Golden Throne can probably understand it too, but it's a pity he can't come down. Past, present, future, he has to be welded to that thing, watching this cesspit rot more and more."

Ramesses seemed to be laughing mockingly, and then he cried as he laughed.

"Damn it, a person, living in such a cesspit. Did you see those mutants? They aren't human at all. And the Servitors, I feel like vomiting just looking at those things."

"The people here in the Navigator Sanctum were all expendable materials with their tongues cut out. Did you see that pile of minced meat on the floor? I hadn't even reacted before these people were all killed and sacrificed, and they were still saying it was for Emperor. What kind of cult is this? These gutter-trash things—could I not burn demons without using them?"

"It's already the forty-first millennium; how could humanity be so bottomless to this extent?"

As everyone knows, a game is a game. In a game, no matter what you do, it is fake. Every action provides emotional value to you personally, so your operations don't need to consider morality or care about reality.

But reality is reality; it's a different matter.

Back in the city, everyone drove carefully and yielded to pedestrians, and before wanting to get married and have children, they would ponder whether they could provide enough conditions for the child. Everyone yearned for order and beauty; how could they really stand life in a place like the Warhammer World?

But ever since they woke up, everything they saw had been raping their worldview every single moment.

Previously, in the ranks of the Astra Militarum, Arthur and Romulus had both been deliberately ignoring the Servitors chanting beside the sisters and assisting the Astra Militarum in transporting logistics supplies.

They affirmed the faith of the Sisters and marveled at the courage of the Astra Militarum, but they simply could not stomach those things that still bore half a human face while being impossible to identify as human.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness you are here; I am not alone."

Ramesses grabbed Arthur and Karna by the arms, one on each side, sobbing uncontrollably.

Unlike the others, whose past lives had been relatively plain and comfortable, Ramesses was a super-rich second generation who could afford to play with physical miniatures. Although they had not met in person many times, everyone knew from their daily chats just how free and exciting his life was.

Even Arthur, who missed his own cozy little home dearly, had fallen into a state of mindless berserk rage upon arrival, let alone Ramesses.

For a person like that to be thrown overnight into a cesspit like the Warhammer World, one could only imagine the psychological disparity he felt.

Patting Ramesses firmly on the shoulder, Arthur sighed and casually grabbed a box of chicken nuggets.

Staring at the packaging, Arthur activated the gas circulation system and took a light sniff.

His mind analyzed the complex flavors contained within; beneath this novel experience lay an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Aside from his companions, this table of fast food was the only thing Arthur had felt familiar with since he transmigrated.

But...

"Sigh—"

Arthur put down the chicken nuggets.

Even this familiar creation was something they had just conjured using power from an unknown source.

He raised his head to look around.

The deep starry sky outside the porthole, the luxurious yet alien decor, and the four of them, now encased in iron armor and no longer resembling the people in his memories...

Everything around them served as a constant reminder of one fact.

This was no longer the world they loved.