Back to the 3K Era

The soul-rattling dizziness unique to traveling between two worlds slowly ebbed away like a tide, finally sinking into dead silence.

Chen Xi's senses anchored themselves in reality once more. His feet stood firmly on the smooth wooden floor of his apartment in the 3K Era, the soles of his shoes making an almost inaudible sound against the ground, as though confirming the reality of this return.

The sight beyond the window was so familiar it almost felt strange.

The setting sun cast the skyline of towering buildings in warm gold, while shifting clouds of light immersed the entire city in amber tranquility.

Traffic flowed continuously through the streets, yet everything remained orderly. Distant horns sounded restrained and measured, blending with the peaceful, languid atmosphere hanging in the air.

This tranquility formed a tearing contrast to the universe he had just left behind—where the roar of bolters, the shriek of chainswords, the howl of psychic power, and the mournful tearing of steel echoed without end.

The smoke and fire of the Medusa Sector, the golden flames kindled by the Emperor's holy sword in The Final Forge Plaza, even the sweet, soul-corroding whispers of Slaanesh's daemons...

All of it had long since been seared into his consciousness like a brand. Though his body had returned, the bowstring of his mind remained taut, trembling with the lingering echoes of blood and iron.

He stood quietly in the center of the living room, closed his eyes, and drew a long breath.

With every inhale and exhale, he tried to absorb the stability of this world while expelling the lingering killing intent and nausea brought on by traveling between worlds.

Psychic power flowed silently through his body like the tide, washing away the dust clinging to his soul.

Only after a long while did the