Gene Awakening

Nimrod's entire body crackled as it stretched and grew at a visible rate.

In the span of a breath, the steel armor on him was burst apart, leaving it able to cover only his vital areas.

In an instant, he had grown as tall as an adult, though far more powerfully built.

The growth continued, while a tidal wave of information flooded Nimrod's mind.

Within that vast ocean, the information of the "Barbarian" was like a river flowing into the sea.

What surged like an ocean was the knowledge within his genes, unlike last time.

The knowledge within that sea was not limited to the weaknesses of various races and Machines. It also contained knowledge of combat, the art of war, and even the crystallized achievements of human civilization flowing through those rivers.

Nimrod's body continued swelling like an inflating balloon.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the furnace before him had become smaller.

No! It hadn't become smaller. I had become a giant!

The "Barbarian" had gained three Beyonder abilities. The most crucial of them was "Physical Augmentation," granting Beyonders terrifying strength and powerful physiques.

However, as a Primarch, I was different from ordinary people. The potion's power had activated the strength dormant within my genes. The two forces combined and transformed my body.

Although the potion had catalyzed my complete Gene Awakening, the true core driving force behind this transformation was the power dormant within the Primarch's body.

Nimrod continued sorting through all the abilities he had gained from this enhancement.

The "Barbarian's" second Beyonder ability was Spiritual Enhancement, making his mind more resilient.

Combined with the mental strengthening from his Primarch body's Gene Awakening, he now possessed an unbreakable will, his mind as solid as a rock.

The "Barbarian's" third Beyonder ability was Lung Enhancement and "Wild Howl."

"Wild Howl" involved taking a deep breath, transforming and amplifying it through the specialized structure of the enhanced lungs, then unleashing a frenzied roar. The ultrasonic waves would stun enemies and instill fear in their minds.

This ability isn't in my memories. It must be closely related to the Lung Spider's air sacs.

Only now did Nimrod understand the evolution pursued by the Kingdom of Disorder.

After successfully breaking free of the seal on Blue Star's Western Continent, Source Essence had brought him to the Warhammer world to gather rarer ingredients and brew Potions containing stronger Beyonder characteristics. Every Sequence would be more powerful than the original.

The materials for the higher Sequences might even be on the level of C'tan Shards. Only then would they satisfy Source Essence's requirements for an essential transformation.

In the end, when I advance to become a Great Old One and contain the Kingdom of Disorder, we will complete the ultimate evolution together.

After sorting through the Barbarian's Beyonder abilities, he began organizing his Genetic Memory.

The Emperor had created the Primarchs as war Machines, so the knowledge Nimrod had acquired was mostly related to warfare and military matters. Architecture, art, and similar fields made up only a small portion.

Even so, it was enough to make me a scholar far beyond the ordinary standard in every field.

After organizing all his gains, Nimrod looked at the armor that could only cover his vital areas and could not help but smile bitterly.

It wasn't without drawbacks. My armor had turned into a breastplate and a codpiece.

Nimrod picked up the short-range communicator and ordered the Artisan to prepare modular armor.

Then he took out Moonstone and other materials from the Kingdom of Disorder and continued brewing the Sleepless Potion.

One work cycle later, Nimrod put on his new armor.

Calling it armor was inaccurate. More precisely, it was a steel mesh pieced together from Miguel Steel.

In such a rush, the Artisan could not possibly develop a suit of armor for a superhuman, much less one that could allow a demigod-like body to unleash its full capabilities.

Nimrod did not mind. As long as it could cover his body for now, that was enough.

As for real armor, he would likely have to wait until returning to the Imperium to obtain it.

He ordered Bukayo to meet him in the control room, then took the prepared Sleepless Potion and headed there.

When he arrived outside the control room, Bukayo was already waiting respectfully. Seeing a giant approach, he was stunned.

His first thought was of the Ogryn they had encountered before, and he instinctively tightened his grip on his weapon.

Then Bukayo realized something was wrong. The giant before him was far taller than even the tallest of those Barbarians, over four meters tall. Walking through corridors built for ordinary humans, he had to lower his head.

The boy looked up and saw the giant's unarmored neck. His skin was not rough like an Ogryn's, but gleamed like jade.

There was an even stranger radiance around him, like the gods from Old Night myths and legends before the priests of Mars had arrived.

Bukayo felt an inexplicable force urging him to kneel and worship the god who had descended into the world.

"Bukayo," a majestic voice like Thunder came from the god before him. "Come in with me."

The boy stared blankly as the god pushed open the control room door with a single finger and bent down to enter. Something exploded in his mind, and he murmured uncertainly.

"Boss..."

"It's me." Nimrod barely found a comfortable place to stand. "Come in."

Bukayo's mind was full of questions.

How had the boss turned into a giant in less than one shift?

Was he a god descended into the world?

He had to be. He had come to save us after seeing this brutal Hive City!

*...*

Bukayo suddenly shuddered. He hurried into the control room, closed the door, and reverently bowed to Nimrod.

"Boss... no... God..."

As he panicked over how to address him, that voice like Thunder rang out.

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"I am not a god."

The Imperium of this era upheld the Imperial Truth. Since Bukayo was someone he intended to cultivate, Nimrod had to correct how he addressed him.

Bukayo froze for a moment. He quickly searched through the words he had once encountered in his family library, then after several seconds, said tentatively,

"I offer you my loyalty. I should address you as my lord."

"Fine."

Quite a few people used such terms to address a Primarch. It would not cause any trouble.

"This is your reward."

Nimrod spread open his huge hand. Bukayo walked over as if on a pilgrimage and reverently accepted the metal cup with both hands.

"Drink it."

Upon hearing the order, Bukayo did not hesitate for even a moment. He tilted back his head and poured the jet-black liquid into his mouth.

The boy fell into eternal night. Terrified and helpless, he saw the body below and the towering, magnificent figure standing there.

He met those profound eyes, darker than the night itself, as a majestic voice rang out beside his ear.

"Do as I say. In your consciousness, simulate an object falling..."

Under Nimrod's guidance, Bukayo mastered meditation and Spirit Sight.

Having become a Beyonder, he grew even more devout.

Only a god could bestow such power. The potion I drank was merely a medium.

Over a thousand elites followed behind Nimrod, looking at his mountain-like, majestic back with eyes full of worship and admiration.

They felt that things were different now. In the past, they had lived merely to survive. Now, they followed a god in pursuit of some lofty cause.

True, they could not yet understand it, and their meager vocabulary could not express it, but they could feel it.

As for Potions, some people may say that Tzeentch obtains knowledge from the minds of the Beyonders he cultivates. Let me give an example: divination. Even if Tzeentch acquired all the knowledge, he could not reproduce it for his followers.

You can only gain Beyonder abilities by drinking potions, not through so-called knowledge. With knowledge but no potion, he still could not create a "Seer," because only Nimrod possessed the potion formula. He could grant his followers divination abilities, but that would be a different system from Beyonders.

Another analogous example: if you teach an ordinary person all of an Astartes' skills, it is useless without the right body. Even if you knew potion knowledge, without drinking the potion and gaining Beyonder abilities, you could not use it.

Sequence Potions continuously transform Beyonders.

For a detailed explanation, see Chapter 18.