This Game Was Insanely Awesome!!

Mission complete. Current logged-in players: 1/15

Golden text appeared before Qin Yun.

The numbers behind it rapidly jumped.

1/15 5/15 7/15 13/15 15/15.

All fifteen group members who had secured reservation slots had logged in.

It was obvious they were all looking forward to this game.

They wanted to see just how realistic it really was.

Mission complete. Reward issued.

Qin Yun received a total of 3,000 Faith Points.

Including the previous 500 Faith Points,

he now had 3,500 Faith Points on hand.

Congratulations, you have gained experience.

Level: LV2 -> LV3.

Skill comprehended: Fanaticism (Group Skill: increases movement speed and attack speed, reduces damage taken)

Skill comprehended: Emperor's Light (can banish and suppress Warp creatures)

"Finally, I've got company."

Qin Yun grinned as he sat at the console.

He reached out to close the projection, then quickly walked to the Shrine.

He chose to spend all his Faith Points to improve Melee Combat and Firearms Shooting.

Melee Combat (Beginner) upgraded to Melee Combat (Proficient).

Firearms Shooting (Beginner) upgraded to Firearms Shooting (Mastery).

Just as he finished upgrading his skills, fifteen flashes of light appeared before the Shrine.

Once the light faded, fifteen players had logged into the Warhammer universe.

"Holy shit, it's this realistic??"

The player shouting was Zhang Wei.

He looked around, his eyes filled with shock.

The smell and light of the flames burning in the brazier.

The flickering firelight made his shadow sway along with it.

He could even hear the hum of the machines leaning against the walls.

Looking toward the portholes, he saw several massive meteorites with crater-pocked surfaces drifting past.

Visuals, sound, smell, lighting effects, dynamic simulation—everything was there.

It truly gave him the immersive feeling of being in a real world.

All he wanted was to give the game developer a thumbs-up and say, "Boss, this is fucking awesome!!"

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, this game is insanely awesome."

"A fully immersive virtual game set in Warhammer 40k? My god, the Emperor must have blessed me, or how else could I get to play a game like this?"

"Damn it, why isn't a game this incredible all over the news??"

"In my past life, I must have helped the Emperor save the galaxy. Otherwise, how could I be lucky enough to play this game in this life?"

"This is way too real. It feels like an actual world."

"Even if I die and get nailed into a coffin, I'll still use my rotten vocal cords to scream that this game is insanely awesome."

The other players were equally excited, jumping around on the spot.

Smack!

Zhang Wei casually slapped the companion beside him.

"Fuck, what are you doing?" That companion covered his face and demanded.

"The feel of hitting someone is exactly the same as in the real world. The pain is the same too. Is it really recreated one-to-one?"

"Fuck, if you want to test it, hit yourself! Why hit me?!" That companion was furious.

"The helmet uses brainwave technology. If I hit myself, the helmet might simulate the signal of being hit directly in my brain. Only by hitting someone else and judging from their reaction can I determine how real this world is," Zhang Wei explained.

"Fuck, then why did you hit me?"

"You were closest."

"Damn you and your whole family."

"..."

"Alright, stop arguing."

Qin Yun walked over and stood before the players.

"He has equipment and is wearing Flak Armor. He should be an NPC."

"This Flak Armor should be standard issue for Cadia soldiers. Could our identities be Cadia soldiers?"

"Cadia? I wonder what point in time this is. Has it fallen yet?"

"Fallen? How could it fall? Cadia stands forever."

The players studied Qin Yun while whispering among themselves.

"Quiet."

Qin Yun walked before the fifteen players. "I don't want to repeat that word a second time."

The air fell silent at once.

The players turned into obedient little children, quietly looking at Qin Yun.

Only after Qin Yun looked over every player did he continue.

"Welcome to hell, you worthless currencies of the Emperor."

"I am the Guide, the Emperor's Chosen Living Saint."

"The Despoiler destroyed Cadia Fortress. The Eye of Terror lost control and Rend the galaxy apart."

"The terrible Age of Darkness has descended once again. Human civilization is on the brink, while countless ordinary people are trapped in despair and fear. The burden of saving them has fallen upon your shoulders."

Hearing this, the fifteen players straightened their backs and pricked up their ears, afraid of missing even a single word.

After finishing his opening speech, Qin Yun continued speaking like a tutorial NPC.

"This game has one hundred percent freedom. You may choose any profession. As long as you meet its requirements and obtain sufficient Faith Points, you may choose the profession you desire."

"Faith Points are extremely important. When you die, you can spend Faith Points at the Shrine to speed up your resurrection. You can also use Faith Points at the Shrine to enhance yourselves and upgrade skills."

"You must remain loyal to the Emperor and loyal to humanity. As the Guide, my commands are His will. You must obey unconditionally."

"In this highly free world, it is best to consult me before making any important decision. If you cause unforeseeable consequences, it will be considered a violation."

"Against violators, I have the authority to wipe data, kick you from the game, permanently ban you, and use other measures."

Qin Yun's words made the players realize that this Guide before them was not merely an NPC.

He might also be a safeguard established by the game company, with GM-level authority.

Even games with less freedom could be twisted into absurd nonsense by those outrageous players.

In a game with absolute realism and one hundred percent freedom, who knew what absurd stunts those outrageous players might pull off?

This GM was a safeguard.

Once it was confirmed that a player's actions threatened the game's operation itself or affected other players' gaming experience, he would take action.

"You are free to move around now. You may walk around and familiarize yourselves with your bodies, or go before the Shrine and offer an Aquila Salute prayer to the Emperor. Afterward, you will be able to open your information interface and view your personal information."

"Gather again in ten minutes. I will take you on your first mission."

After Qin Yun finished speaking, he walked toward the console and began checking information related to the Imperial Glory.

He was going to take these players out and reclaim this Lunar-class Cruiser.

The moment the players saw him leave, they immediately returned to looking like curious children.

They looked around everywhere, touching anything they saw.

Several players walked to the Shrine. Following the prompt, they offered an Aquila Salute prayer and opened their personal information interfaces.

"Why is even my name locked in place?!"

Zhang Wei stared at the game name displayed on his interface, somewhat speechless.

Name: Most Ballsy Bro of Warhammer

Level: LV1

Skills: None

Another player came over and glanced at Zhang Wei's ID.

"Brother Zhong, looks like whatever ID we used when making the reservation is what we got."

"What did you call me?"

"Brother Zhong."

"Fuck, let me see yours. Nurgle-Kissing Fatty. So you're Little Fatty."

"The name Little Fatty doesn't match my temperament."

"It's still better than being called Brother Zhong."

"..."

"Is this Cogitator wetware?"

"This is so real."

Ten-Timer pressed his face against the glass tank containing the Cogitators, his face full of amazement.

His ID was Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud.

When chatting, the group members all called him Ten-Timer.

"It really is realistic. I had no idea such advanced virtual world technology existed domestically." Old Bird (Blue Two-Headed Bird! Loyal) also walked over.

"The value of this game is beyond imagination. Once it enters open beta, it will definitely turn the gaming world upside down."

Ten-Timer shook his head. "Not just the gaming world. The entire society will be shocked. What kind of computing power would it take to create virtual reality this lifelike?! I'm getting more and more curious about the boss behind this game."

"He must be someone incredible," Old Bird guessed.

"I think this game is an opportunity. It might bring about a new wave of social transformation." Warmaster, Second Empire Warmaster, came over to Ten-Timer and Old Bird. "As the first people to eat the crab, if we play our cards right, financial freedom won't be just a dream."

Ten-Timer nodded. "Warmaster is right. We need to seize this opportunity. Alright, enough off-topic talk. Focus on the game first. Look around and gather intelligence."

"Ten minutes are up. Come over and assemble."

Qin Yun shouted at the players.

At the same time, he tossed out some iron pipes, large wrenches, and other items.

These were the weapons he had found a way to obtain during this period.

There were no weapon reserves in the Strategic Command.

He could only make do with local materials, using iron pipes and wrenches as emergency weapons.

Once they fought their way out and found the armory, they could replace them with new equipment.

"The crew of the Imperial Glory have become monsters due to Warp corruption. Your first mission is to clear them out and reclaim control of the Imperial Glory."

"There are no weapons here, only these. Make do with them for now."

The players gradually walked over, forming two lines to collect their beginner equipment.

Warmaster took a large wrench and swung it a few times. It was heavy and solid—more than enough for smashing heads.

"Now this is Warhammer!! They give me a wrench and send me to fight Mutants."

Old Bird waved a water pipe. "Hahaha, it really is Warhammer. In the interstellar age, we don't even have Lasguns. We're fighting on a starship with water pipes. That's some dark humor."

"Complaining is meaningless. Your will and your fists are your best weapons," Qin Yun said. "The Emperor watches over you. Do not disappoint Him."

Once every player had taken a weapon, Qin Yun walked to the blast door and reached out to press its opening button.

The warning light above glowed red and spun without pause.

The sound of turning gears rang out as the heavy blast door slowly opened.

Qin Yun chambered a round, preparing to lead the players into their first battle since crossing into the Warhammer universe.

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