"Who I am isn't important. What matters is that One."
"I am merely a vessel for His will."
He? Will? Vessel?
My warp alarm is going off!
Zhou Yun looked at the girl in silence.
The girl blinked and looked back at Zhou Yun.
"Thank you for being willing to trust me. I, um—huh?"
Before she could finish, the girl suddenly froze.
Her precognition told her that Zhou Yun was about to punch her.
"Wait, don't come any closer! Let me finish!"
The girl raised her hands in a panic.
But Zhou Yun gave her no such chance.
Having suffered at Tzeentch's hands last time because his brain worked too well, Zhou Yun chose to stop thinking altogether this time.
He charged forward in a single stride, his fist clad in Superman Gloves swinging straight at her.
The girl hurriedly dodged using her precognition.
His fist crashed into the mountain of trash behind her, making the entire heap tremble.
The girl's eyes widened.
Zhou Yun was curious about the girl's identity, and about who "that One" she spoke of was.
Her hallucinations? Tzeentch? Slaanesh? Nurgle? Or some other lesser god lurking within the warp?
Or perhaps... that mummified corpse upon the throne?
But before satisfying his curiosity, he would knock her out, restrain her, take her back, and interrogate her at leisure.
This trash heap was too close to the bottom hive and the hive outskirts.
Cultists, Genestealers, mutants, and wasteland raiders were far more active here than in other areas of the lower hive.
And the place had been chosen by the other party. Zhou Yun felt uneasy.
"I can listen, but let me punch you first!"
"Don't be afraid. One hit, and you'll pass out."
Zhou Yun said with a completely serious expression.
The girl looked at Zhou