Eek! I Became Dora!

In the Warp, waves surged endlessly like an ocean. Faintly, countless machines roared, steam erupted, electric sparks flowed, and nuclear power howled.

Waves rose within the Domains of Vicious Artistry. With every swell and fall, Zhou Yun's figure split into countless indistinct forms, occupying two-thirds of the Domains of Vicious Artistry.

Those two-thirds of the domain were Zhou Yun, and Zhou Yun was two-thirds of the Domains of Vicious Artistry. They were inseparable, impossible to divide.

The gods turned their gazes toward it.

Slaanesh let out a lewd, ravenous laugh. At this moment, Inarad's traces in the Warp had already faded by more than half. So long as Zhou Yun took those final two steps—offer a sacrifice to Vicious Artistry and consume Vash'tor—he could complete his ascension, exist in every moment throughout all ages, and utterly crush the possibility of the Eldar Death God Inarad's birth.

Grandfather smiled happily. He understood better than Slaanesh what Zhou Yun sought. The eternal ages had only taken their first step, and that unchanging, immutable time had yet to be born. But taking that first step was like planting a seed; it was always gratifying and fulfilling.

The Changer of Ways quietly set down the dumbbell in his hand. "Th-this was naturally all part of my plan," he cackled.

The Blood God released a fervent roar. He had long since had enough of the Changer of Ways' endless tedious schemes. Those plots and tricks brought nothing. Zhou Yun embarking upon the path of Ascension to Godhood suited his wishes perfectly. A bloody battle was about to begin!

Boundless change churned within the Warp, reflected in the real universe as rebellions and coups erupted across ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine planets. Countless lies were born at this moment, and countless lies were exposed at