Heehee, I'm definitely going to survive!

"Even now, I still have that dream. In the dream, a golden giant stands tall, and brave warriors around him shout loudly. Dreams always reflect the truth in a person's heart. No matter how well you perform in life, you will eventually be completely dissected in your dreams."

In the low- Upper Hive shantytown, a towering giant climbed out of his bed, which, though called a bed, looked more like a block of iron with four legs sculpted by brute force.

"Daydreaming again!"

The giant named Arik straightened up. His enormous size, nearly 3 meters tall, made the already cramped room seem even smaller, but only in this dark and sunless place could he find a place to stand.

Arik knew why he had ended up in this situation, but he did not resent it; his Monarch had given him an unattainable dream.

Even though he could no longer enjoy that glory, seeing the empire grow stronger day by day always reminded Arik of the past.

Whenever a legion arrives at Holy Terra, Arik steps onto the freight elevator and silently watches over these Death Angel, a position no one would suspect.

As humans have sung praises, she is powerful, beautiful, possesses countless honors, and is favored by a powerful demigod known as the Primarch.

These were things Arik once possessed, and even more, but he understood that it would all ultimately be a dream.

The Thunder Warriors' strength propelled the unification of Terra, but their greater flaws led to their downfall; it's no longer their era.

"The trenches of Kandavell."

Every morning when he woke up, Arik would curse his former Legion Commander, not for any other reason than that the clown had ruined their only chance to be remembered in history with honor.

But Arik also had to admit that Kandavell was indeed a valiant warrior, who almost killed that detestable Valdor.

Perhaps this is why the Thunder Warriors were destined to be purged. After all, no one likes a bunch of big guys who burn their lives in hallucinations and madness all day long, and they did indeed swing their swords at their own Monarch.

The past was too painful to recall, and Arik didn't want to think about it anymore. All he wanted now was to live well and then exchange his body for organs that could prolong his life from those little red-robed men.

As is customary, Arik would grin and try to look as silly as possible in front of the only piece of furniture in the room—a mirror—since his physique could only conceal his identity from others, Ogryn.

But things are different now. As Atlas gains more power, large numbers of Dog-men are coming to Holy Terra with their Ogryn.

Arik finally no longer had to pretend to be an idiot every day.

These furry, Clever Head Dog-men are officially recognized as demi -Abhumans by the Emperor himself. Not only are they excellent cooks, but two or three of them together can also suppress Space Marines.

As soon as they leave the Serenity, they are snatched up by various legions and Rogue Trader families. Everyone hopes to have a big dog that can be a bodyguard, a cook, and also be petted a couple of times.

What's even more interesting is that, since the Dog-men's home planet is Serenity, they are always accompanied by Ogryn when they come out to move around, and these big guys are a bit smarter than the Ogryn in other places.

Arik's hidden identity is that of an Ogryn Dog-men Oglin, whose main job is to kill chickens or process some special ingredients.

Don't let the simplicity of this job fool you; it's far more dangerous than fighting in underground boxing matches on the black market. Even the work clothes are heavy armor plating inlaid with Adamantium.

Of course, such a dangerous job must be well paid. According to Arik's calculations, if he works for another two and a half years, he can save up enough money to perform organ transplant surgeries on the black market.

It was only because Arik and his companions were clever and pretended to be lost Ogryn that they escaped the Night Lords's raid on the underworld. They even got a good job because they were Ogryn.

"Hehe, what's wrong with being Ogryn? I, Arik, Kiya been Ogryn for a long time."

Humming an unknown tune as he stepped into the freight elevator, Arik, the former Thunder Warriors and now Ogryn, thoroughly enjoyed himself.

Before, they had no identity, no status, and could only hide in their Upper Hive fighting underground boxing matches. But now everything is different. They are genuine, Serenity natives, able to go wherever they want. After all, who would suspect a silly Ogryn?

"Am I really a genius? No, I'm Clever Head! Hehe, I must survive!"

Just as Arik had expected, as long as he flashed that shrewd, silly grin, all the checkpoint guards would let him through without even asking any questions, simply because they saw his chef's uniform. This gave him a sense of intellectual superiority.

"Hey hey, good morning, Holy Terra!"

"Good morning, big guy. Since you don't smell bad, it must be Serenity. Want some sunflower seeds?"

Arik had already Upper Hive, strode forward, pinched a bronze dog out of his thick fingers, thanked the woman for the melon seeds with a simple Ogryn honest smile, and boarded the trolleybus heading towards the Imperial Palace.

The Hive City was still the Hive City; only the altitude differed, yet the social classes were vividly displayed.

Occupying most of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau Hive City, Chaodu is magnificent, and its golden Imperial Palace built against the mountain shines brightly. But the sparks of civilization only appear in this Upper Hive.

The Underhive is Nurgle, a hell filled with pollution and all sorts of mutated the Beast, while the Upper Hive is the foundation, where nearly 80% of the population lives, their flesh and blood becoming cogs in the machine.

Only in the upper Hive City, only here, are there complete public facilities, trams leading to the Imperial Palace, Garden of Nurgle for relaxation, and kind women who would give an Ogryn muffin.

But what does that have to do with me?

I am no longer His Majesty's blade; everything here is thanks to the Space Marines who replaced us, and I am now just an Ogryn struggling to survive.

Before long, Arik arrived at the Imperial Palace square and headed toward the large dining hall next to the Imperial Palace. Even some of the on-duty Custodes did not recognize him as the Thunder Warriors had been purged by them and the Dark Angels.

Perhaps out of conviction in his own extraordinary wisdom, or perhaps as a silent protest, Arik did not immediately enter the mess hall. Instead, he staggered to a spot before the Adeptus Custodes.

"Hey Corn Ogryn, want some sunflower seeds?"

If any normal person said that, they would probably be killed by the Adeptus Custodes Guards with a single blow. But since Arik was an Ogryn, the Adeptus Custodes not only didn't attack him, but also took a picture with him.

Standing before the Imperial Palace gates, Arik gazed into the distance. For a moment, he might have seen himself fighting bravely against the Emperor's demonic power, but it was all just a dream.

Looking at the silly-looking Ogryn, the on-duty Custodes didn't think much of it. He even said thank you after receiving the sunflower seeds, which made Arik's steps even lighter.

"Boss, I'm here to get to work. Today I need to kill 200 chickens."

"Oh! Are you sure you can count to 200?"

Looking at the blond giant who had suddenly appeared before him, and Koz, who had somehow blocked his escape route and whom he had met once before,

Arik acted swiftly, throwing himself on Mordred's lap:

"Boss, have you forgotten? I'm the Clever Head!"

Kandavell