Gene Awakening

Nimrod's entire body crackled and popped, his frame stretching and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Within a single breath, the steel armor on his body was burst apart, leaving only enough to cover his vital areas.

In an instant, his physique became as tall as a grown man, yet far more robust.

The growth continued, and simultaneously, a torrent of information surged into Nimrod's mind like a tsunami.

Amidst this vast ocean, the information of the "Barbarian" flowed in like a river merging into the sea.

Surging like the deep ocean was the knowledge embedded in his genes, distinct from the last time.

The knowledge within this sea was not limited to the weaknesses of various races and machines; it included the knowledge of combat, the art of war, and even the crystallized civilization of the human race flowing through the currents.

Nimrod's body continued to expand, as if he were a balloon being inflated.

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

[No! It hasn't shrunk; I have become a giant!

The "Barbarian" grants three extraordinary abilities, the core of which is "Physical Enhancement," granting the extraordinary being terrifying strength and a powerful physique.

However, as a Primarch, I am different from ordinary people. The power of the "Potion" activated the strength hidden within my genes, and the combination of the two forces reshaped my body.

Although the potion acted as a catalyst for the complete awakening of my genes, the core driving force of this metamorphosis was the power hidden within the Primarch's body.]

Nimrod continued to sort through all the abilities gained from this enhancement.

The second extraordinary ability of the "Barbarian" is Spiritual Enhancement, making his mind more resilient.

Layered with the mental fortification from the awakening of his Primarch genes, he now possessed an indestructible will, his spirit as firm as a rock.

The third extraordinary ability of the "Barbarian" is Lung Enhancement and the "Frenzied Howl."

"Frenzied Howl" involves taking a deep breath, transforming and amplifying it through the reinforced, specialized lung structure, and then unleashing a mad roar; the ultrasonic waves cause enemies to fall into a daze and suffer mental terror.

[This ability is not in my memory; it must be closely related to the lung sacs of the Lung Spider.]

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

After successfully escaping the seal from the Western Continent of the Blue Star, the Source Essence brought him to the Warhammer world to collect rarer materials and concoct potions containing stronger extraordinary characteristics, ensuring each sequence is more powerful than the original.

[Even high-sequence materials might be of the level of C'tan Shards, which is the only way to satisfy the requirements for the essential transformation of the Source Essence.

Ultimately, when I ascend to become a Great Old One and accommodate the Kingdom of Disorder, the final evolution will be completed together.]

Having sorted through the "Barbarian" abilities, he began to organize his genetic memories.

The Emperor created the Primarchs as war machines, so the knowledge he gained was primarily focused on war and military affairs, with architecture and art occupying only a small portion.

[Even so, this can be considered far beyond the level of a general scholar in various fields.]

After organizing all his gains, Nimrod looked at the armor that could only cover his vital parts and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.

[It's not without its downsides; the armor has turned into a chest guard and a loincloth.]

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

Immediately, he took materials like Moonstone from the Kingdom of Disorder and continued to concoct the "Sleepless" potion.

After one work cycle, Nimrod put on his new armor.

To call it armor was less accurate than calling it a steel mesh made of Miguel Steel pieced together.

In such a rush, the craftsmen could not possibly develop a suit of superhuman armor, let alone one that would allow a demigod body to exert its full potential.

Nimrod did not mind; as long as it could temporarily cover his body, it was enough.

True armor would only be possible once he returned to the Empire.

He ordered Bukayo to come to the control room to see him, then took the prepared "Sleepless" potion and headed over.

Arriving at the door of the control room, Bukayo was already waiting respectfully, and he was shocked to see a giant walking toward him.

His first reaction was of the Ogryns he had encountered before, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on his weapon.

Immediately, Bukayo felt something was wrong; the giant before him was much taller than even the tallest of those brutes, standing over four meters tall, and he had to stoop to walk through the corridors designed for mortals.

The boy looked up and saw the giant's unarmored neck; his skin was not as rough as an Ogryn's, but crystalline like jade.

There was even a peculiar radiance about him, like the gods of the myths of the Old Night before the arrival of the Tech-Priests.

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

"Bukayo," a majestic voice like thunder emanated 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 walked in, stooping low. A thought exploded in his mind, and he muttered uncertainly.

"Boss..."

"It is I," Nimrod said, barely finding a comfortable place to stand, "come in."

Bukayo's mind was filled with questions.

[How could the boss turn into a giant in less than a shift?

Is he a god who has descended to the world?

He must be; he saw the cruel Hive City and came to save us!]

Bukayo shuddered violently. He hurried into the control room, shut the door, and bowed piously toward Nimrod.

"Boss... no... deity..."

As he panicked, unsure of how to address him, a voice like thunder resonated.

"I am not a deity."

In this era of the Empire, the Imperial Truth was strictly upheld. Considering Bukayo was someone he intended to cultivate, Nimrod had to correct his form of address.

Bukayo froze for a moment. He frantically searched through the vocabulary he had learned in his family's library, and after a few seconds, he spoke tentatively.

"I offer you my loyalty; I shall address you as My Lord."

"Acceptable."

Many addressed Primarchs with such titles; it would cause no trouble.

"This is your reward."

Nimrod opened his large hand. Bukayo approached as if on a pilgrimage, receiving the metal cup with pious, trembling hands.

"Drink."

Upon hearing the command, Bukayo did not hesitate for a second. He tilted his head back and poured the pitch-black liquid into his mouth.

The youth plunged into an eternal night. He watched in terror and helplessness as his own body lay below, alongside the towering, magnificent figure standing before him.

He met eyes that were profound, deeper than the night itself, as a majestic voice echoed in his ears.

"Do as I say. Simulate an object falling within your consciousness..."

Under Nimrod's tutelage, Bukayo mastered meditation and Spirit Vision.

Having become a Beyonder, he grew increasingly devout.

Such power can only be bestowed by a deity; the potion I drank was merely a medium.

Thousands of elites followed behind Nimrod, gazing at his mountain-like, imposing back with eyes full of worship and reverence.

They felt that things were different now compared to the past. Before, they lived merely to survive; now, they followed a deity to pursue some sublime cause.

Admittedly, they could not yet comprehend it, and their meager vocabulary could not express it, but they could feel it.

Regarding the potions, some might say that Tzeentch acquires knowledge from the minds of the Beyonders he cultivates. Let me provide an example, such as Divination. Even if Tzeentch acquired all the knowledge, he could not replicate it for his followers.

One must drink a potion to gain Beyonder abilities, rather than relying on so-called knowledge. Even with the knowledge, without the potion, he could not create a "Seer," because only Nimrod possesses the potion formulas. He could grant followers divination abilities, but that is a separate system from being a Beyonder.

To use another analogy, it is like teaching a mortal all the techniques of an Astartes; without the body, it is all in vain. Even if you possess the knowledge of the potions, without drinking the potion to gain Beyonder abilities, you cannot utilize them.

Sequence potions are a process of continuously remodeling a transcendent.

For a detailed explanation, please refer to Chapter 18.