This Feels So Damn Good

"Come on, are you jealous of this handsome face of mine?"

Zhou Yun made a few more adjustments to his Lion King face, making it resemble the arrogant-looking face of Leman Russ from his memories.

But it still did not quite have the right feel.

After all, Zhou Yun had never seen Lion King's face in person. He had only sculpted it based on illustrations, miniatures, and written descriptions from his previous life.

It looked similar, but not exactly the same.

"Tch, Lion King's face still doesn't seem handsome enough. Maybe I should make a pretty phoenix instead."

"A pretty phoenix? You mean Fulgrim?" The winged figure in the white light froze for a moment.

He immediately guessed that "pretty phoenix" referred to Fulgrim, the Emperor's Child Primarch.

Before his fall, that Primarch had been called the Empire's Purple Phoenix. Now, he was Slaanesh's purple snake demon.

The winged figure in the white light gave a slight shudder, as though he had recalled some dark memories.

After a long while, he finally sighed. "Consider it my request. Lion King's face is fine. Don't reshape it."

Hearing the resentment in the winged figure's voice, Zhou Yun could not help chuckling.

Of course, he was not actually going to sculpt Fulgrim's face.

Before Fulgrim's fall, he could have single-handedly raised humanity's average looks to the highest in the entire galaxy.

But now, that space-Chaos LGBTQIA+ pansexual xeno-fucking BDSM love-all-four South-Liang Primarch had already ascended into a Slaanesh Daemon Prince.

If Zhou Yun sculpted that face, he would probably be corrupted by the Warp the very next second.

"Fine, I won't sculpt it. But you have to teach me how to make this face look more like Lion King."

After giving it some thought, Zhou Yun looked toward the winged figure in the white light.

"Alright. Raise the corners of the eyes a little. Make the chin slightly shorter."

The winged figure in the white light nodded with difficulty.

"Yes, the ears look like that. It's becoming more and more like Leman Russ."

At first, the winged figure in the white light had been somewhat resistant.

But as Zhou Yun shaped his face to look more and more like Leman Russ, he seemed to grow interested and began earnestly guiding Zhou Yun.

"That's it. Leman Russ looked like this." The winged figure spoke with a hint of nostalgia.

Zhou Yun looked at the deep-set, cold, yet imposing Lion King face reflected in the mirror and could not help clicking his tongue.

No wonder Leman Russ was not very popular among the Primarchs.

Forget his personality—his face alone looked as though the entire world had raped his father.

Gloomy, stern, and utterly incapable of allowing even the slightest hint of humor.

It seemed that if anyone dared to joke with him, an uppercut would come whistling straight into their face.

After stuffing the box of Body Clay back into the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket, Zhou Yun put on the Psykana Cap.

A mechanical right hand wearing a white glove was attached to the cap, making it look like some ridiculous toy.

After putting it on, Zhou Yun vaguely felt as though he had gained organs that did not exist, allowing him to accomplish things he had never been able to do before.

He tried concentrating and looked at a soda can in the corner of the room.

The mechanical hand atop Zhou Yun's cap pointed at the can, and the can floated into the air.

Then Zhou Yun exerted a little force, and the can was abruptly crushed flat.

"This is telekinesis. Next is..."

Zhou Yun focused his mind and gathered his energy, closing his eyes slightly. His figure flickered several times, and in an instant, he appeared by the room's door.

Instant Movement.

Zhou Yun examined his arms and the clothes on his body, confirming that he could move together with the Body Clay and his clothing.

At least he would not end up teleporting away by himself while leaving his clothes behind.

The last one was...

Zhou Yun tried concentrating his attention on his eyes, and then...

The surrounding walls and floor became slightly transparent.

Focusing his mind, Zhou Yun looked through the ground and vaguely saw the crisscrossing pipes of Old Sector Eight beneath it.

He took a deep breath, feeling a faint ache in his eyes and an inexplicable exhaustion arise within him.

Zhou Yun closed his eyes and deactivated X-ray Vision.

After testing the Psykana Cap's three abilities, he found that he had a fairly good grasp of telekinesis and Instant Movement.

Only X-ray Vision was somewhat lacking. He needed to concentrate to barely see through the ground, and it consumed a great deal of mental energy.

Fortunately, X-ray Vision was not an ability that needed to remain active at all times. He could just use it when necessary.

With that thought, Zhou Yun took the Ring of Passage from his pocket.

The entrance to Old Sector Eight had been surrounded by local gangs, but Zhou Yun had no need to enter through the entrance.

As long as he knew Old Sector Eight was below, he could use the Ring of Passage to slip inside.

He placed the Ring of Passage on the ground and crawled through it.

In Old Sector Eight's dark pipe district, buried deep underground,

Members of two gangs were patrolling through the pitch-black pipeways with lit Lho-sticks clenched between their teeth and flashlights in hand.

"What the hell are the bosses looking for? We're stuck in this dump all day long." The gang member on the left could not help asking.

Old Sector Eight had been buried underground for more than a century. Its electrical system had long since been damaged, and the air carried a stale odor that made people uncomfortable.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, he struck up a conversation with the companion patrolling beside him.

"I heard from the squad leader that they're looking for a warehouse PDF buried down here years ago."

"Apparently, it has quite a few guns and cannons and stuff inside."

His companion shook the Lho-stick between his fingers and said,

"I heard they found it, but the whole warehouse is buried under collapsed rubble. There's no way to get inside."

"Looks like they won't be digging it out anytime soon."

"If they can't dig it out, then they can't."

The gang member on the left took a deep drag from his cigarette and said,

"This place is a little stuffy, but normally we just wander around for a few laps. It's way easier than working in the hive."

His companion beside him nodded in agreement.

The hive had always been a giant shithole. A hive without a governor was an even bigger shithole among shitholes. Anyone who survived in that shithole had their own vicious tricks.

Even gang members like them often faced danger in the underhive.

Attacks from other gangs, desperate residents, enraged little groups of hive workers, conflicts within their own gang.

Oh, and the cultists and heretics lurking in the shadows.

Any day, they might end up as a corpse sprawled across the street.

Compared to that, these ruins buried underground were practically peaceful.

The air was stale, it was pitch-black, and there was no electricity.

But they did not have to face all the dangers of the hive or its filthy air, and the gang members felt thoroughly refreshed.

"This feels so damn good," he said to his companion.

Then he felt the ground getting farther and farther away.

Huh? Why am I actually flying? The gang member stared blankly at himself and his companion, both floating in midair.

Then the two of them were slammed head-to-head, as though controlled by an invisible pair of hands.

Gah! When is Games Workshop going to split the Emperor's Child off into its own faction?!