Evolution Paradise? Is It Real?

Meng Yi quickly cleaned up the battlefield with his newly acquired "ninety-percent-new" puppet.

A scrapped standard-issue Space Marine chainsword? Mine!

Thirteen barely usable cold weapons of various kinds? Still mine!

Seven hundred and sixty-four "Black Coins"? Oh God, thank you for nature's bounty!

It took him a few minutes to loot the extra gains from this trip.

For safety's sake, Meng Yi once again activated the medium-consumption, five-kilometer-radius "Psychic Diffusion: Wide-Area Mental Scan."

Although no one was heading this way, Meng Yi still had no intention of staying in "Underhive: Black Guns."

He picked up a bloodstained strip of rag and used it to bundle up the extra loot from this trip.

The puppet knowingly took the bundle and carried it on its back. Empty-handed, Meng Yi briskly left the cramped alley filled with the smell of blood and stench.

The "Bomber" that had just drawn enemy fire could be patched back up. In a few days, he could rummage through the trash for sharp objects and modify it. Then he would have another fearless "fierce general."

After traveling continuously for nearly half a day, Meng Yi returned to one of his seventeen bases.

Even a cunning rabbit had three burrows. It was perfectly reasonable for Meng Yi, who retained memories from before his transmigration, to prepare a few more.

Leaving the "Black Guns Zone," he entered the "Blood Fingers Zone."

Blood Fingers, another gang alongside Black Guns, maintained the basic stability of the Blood Fingers Zone through force.

The Black Coins used by the Black Guns gang were somewhat troublesome to use in Blood Fingers territory.

Once the heat died down a little, he could send the diligent tool puppets to the Black Guns Zone to make a dozen or so exchanges, converting them into basic survival supplies and bringing them back.

Deeply versed in the essence of the Cowardly Path, Meng Yi had Bomber puppets like these at every base, ready to be deployed in battle at any time.

Meng Yi controlled his newly acquired "ninety-percent-new" puppet to open the door. "Mental Type Psionic Power: Cognitive Interference" affected the thoughts of the surrounding "neighbors," making him as eerie and unpredictable as a ghost that had vanished from the minds of lifeforms.

The base was on the seventh floor of a clustered residential building over a hundred stories tall. The interior covered a little more than sixty square meters. Though small, it had everything: two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

After centuries of weathering without repairs, the engineering works of the once-glorious Human Galactic Empire remained sturdy as hell, not yet reduced to dangerous buildings that leaked drafts from every side.

He closed the heavy steel door and returned to his "doghouse."

Like a stinking salted fish out of water, Meng Yi collapsed onto the battered sofa without wanting to move a muscle, merely controlling the puppets to sort the loot into categories.

What could be traded for supplies, what had to be taken next door, what needed to be washed several more times at the place next door to next door—he had long since become thoroughly proficient at it.

Meng Yi was a proud "transmigrator." He had been in this godforsaken Resource Star: Hive City Lower Sector for exactly eighteen years.

Who were his parents? He had no idea.

Perhaps they had long since died in some forgotten corner and been turned into Corpse Starch.

Born with memories of his Previous Life, Meng Yi knew full well that he was merely the accidental product of a young man and woman from the Lower Hive indulging their desires.

When he arrived in this world, those emotionless parents clearly had no intention of raising a child. Selling him for supplies was obviously the optimal choice.

Fortunately, Meng Yi had innately awakened Psionic Power, and it was the Mind System with the greatest concealment. Coupled with the help of an ordinary person's mindset from his Previous Life, he had managed to flee the training facility involved in human modification, organ trafficking, and similar industries after barely gaining the ability to survive on his own, avoiding the miserable fate of his "companions."

Like a homeless stray dog, Meng Yi had survived alone for ten years in the Hive City Bottom, a place countless times more dangerous than wilderness survival.

If not for more than twenty years of experience in a normal society during his Previous Life, his values would have long since become hopelessly twisted.

Even so, Meng Yi was completely different from the former "first-class good citizen." When he raised his blade, he no longer hesitated.

In a world with nothing left but chaos, evil, and despair, it was already not bad that he could hold to his bottom line and refuse to eat the extremely cheap local specialty of the Hive City Bottom: Corpse Starch.

Heh, Emperor, Golden Throne... tsk, tsk, tsk.

During ten years of scavenging, Meng Yi had searched through books recording history and knowledge and discovered that the world he was in was the scam-filled Warhammer 40k. It was even a Resource Star that had long been abandoned by the Empire!

Who knew how long it had been since the rebellion of the dutiful son, Warmaster Horus, had ended, because the despairing Hive City Bottom had no need for updated history.

But the Emperor had definitely sat upon the "Golden Throne" and shat his guts out, suffering endless diarrhea until he was weak enough to become an "Emperor's Skeleton."

The Empire could continue to cling to life, extending itself for another hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, but the day it collapsed would eventually come.

The path of light no longer existed. In every direction, throughout the universe and beyond, there was only darkness to face.

Even the great Empire that had once ruled the Milky Way Galaxy in glory was like this.

How could Meng Yi, at the bottom of a Hive City on an abandoned Resource Star, be any different?

Meng Yi only wanted to live. Anyone who obstructed his survival... could be killed!

After resting for quite a while, Meng Yi got up and went to the kitchen for a cheap nutrient paste stick with an indescribable taste. Main ingredients: earthworms, rats...

"Not bad. At least it isn't Corpse Starch."

"Although the basic genetic optimization of Imperial citizens means they need not fear prions, I still can't accept Corpse Starch."

Every batch of nutrient paste required several puppets to be scrapped before he could buy it from the black-market merchants from the Lower Hive who dealt with the major gangs, then transfer it into his own hands.

Fortunately, the Hive City Bottom lacked everything except people who profited from others' misery.

Having grown up in such an environment, Meng Yi felt no Psychological Burden whatsoever when raising his butcher's knife.

Meng Yi, who had been leisurely savoring the nutrient paste, suddenly froze. A smile like a White Devil Mask spread across his lips.

[The tide of evolution sweeps across all heavens. Chosen one, you will climb the limits of life. You will witness the rise and fall of civilizations.]

[Welcome to—"Evolution Paradise"!]

Whether it was a clumsy joke by the Warp Chaos Gods or a true miracle descending, neither could erase Meng Yi's tenacious will to survive.

[Five... four... three... two... one.]

Without time for further thought and without wasting those five seconds of preparation, Meng Yi put away the firearms he had just seized, checked the dagger hidden in his sleeve, and sprinted toward the storage room to pick up a long saber and a chainsword.

[Cross-dimensional transfer begins!]

Cold. Shaking...

When Meng Yi awoke, he found that his location had changed.

The old clustered residence had become a conference room in a nicely decorated modern office building. Broken chairs lay scattered around, while the doorway was piled high with large objects such as tables and cabinets.

Hmm? The smell of blood?

As a seasoned angler, a Voldemort, and a Cowardly Path player, Meng Yi half-reclined against the wall without opening his eyes, carefully using Psychic Tendrils to investigate his surroundings.

Psionicists were commonly known as "Glass Cannons," but that did not mean Psionicists were inferior even to ordinary people.

[Selection Trial opened!]

[World Background: Surface Human Civilization, whose people live less than a hundred years, has yearned for "immortality" since ancient times. The discovery of the Progenitor Virus and Red Light Virus made humanity mistakenly believe it had found the Divine Ascension Ladder, unaware that the "devil" had already broken free from its cage.]

[World Difficulty: lv1–lv39.]

[Basic Mission: Survive for thirty days in the Composite Virus apocalypse world, complete the mental transition into your new identity, and adapt to the Evolution Paradise environment.]

[Mission Reward: 1000 Paradise Coins.]

[Side Quest: None. Players, please discover them yourselves.]