The Difference Between Scum and Scum

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[Navigator: Alvin]
[Race: Human]
[Faction: Imperium of Man]
[Class: Scavenger]
[Anchor World: None]
[Remaining Energy: 0 Units]
[Remaining Source Power: 0 Units]
[Current Status: Retrieving accessible Anchor Worlds]

When Alvin opened his eyes again, the thick industrial waste gas, with its pungent rot, seemed to pierce straight into the crown of his head.

After a brief dizziness, Alvin coughed violently, feeling a burning pain from his throat all the way to his lungs. He couldn't help but show a wry smile, "It's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but hard to go from luxury to frugality."

In just ten days, this body had become unaccustomed to the harsh environment of the Underhive.

After slightly adapting to the side effects of the environmental change, Alvin finally had time to observe his surroundings. It looked about the same as when he left, with almost no significant changes.

Of course, it was also possible that the Underhive environment was too harsh, and he lived in the exhaust emission zone, so it was truly difficult to discern any changes.

"I wonder how much time has passed in the main universe during this jump."

As Alvin pondered, he looked down at his tightly clenched right hand. A tube of azure potion lay quietly in his palm. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "I'll wait for the temporary Compound V to wear off before injecting the permanent Compound V, to avoid any mistakes."

Before injecting the permanent Compound V, he planned to stay in his "doghouse" and not go anywhere.

After all, who knew what dangers he might encounter by going out in an Underhive where cults were rumored to exist?

Alvin's life motto was to never do anything risky.

Secondly, he planned to sort out the spoils of this jump. Besides the permanent Compound V, he had one dose of temporary Compound V left, as well as a few gold bars.

Alvin weighed the gold bars, which were about ten grams each, feeling a little troubled. "I hope this stuff can be of some use."

Logically speaking, gold was a very precious metal, essentially a universal currency in Human society.

But in the Warhammer universe, he was a bit uncertain.

The Imperium of Man spanned vast territories, covering almost the entire galaxy, with a number of planets that was astronomical. Even if gold was rare, it shouldn't be that scarce.

However, with the technological level of The Boys, he really couldn't think of anything else that could serve as a bribe.

As for products from the 20K era, Alvin hadn't considered them, but... the risk was too great!

Whether it was weapons, food, industrial goods, etc., the consequences of exposure would be unimaginable. Who knew if it would attract the attention of some unknown Warp entity?

Therefore, Alvin could only continuously narrow down his options, finally settling on gold, a metal that, while rare, wouldn't cause any particular risks.

"In the end, I'm still too weak."

Alvin sighed lightly. If he were a Planetary Governor, or born into nobility, he wouldn't have to worry about these issues.

The ancestors' words couldn't be ignored. "An innocent man is guilty only because he possesses a treasure."

A powerless Scavenger from the Underhive could be easily crushed. Without sufficient power, he absolutely could not expose the existence of the Navigator System!

Suddenly.

The simple house welded from sheet metal was kicked down from the outside!

As Alvin stared in disbelief, he saw a familiar person. A scar ran diagonally across the man's brow and lip, his entire face contorted with rage. It was a scumbag from the Blood Axe Gang!

Good heavens, they'd tracked him down!

What a perfect example of "There's no path to heaven you don't take, but you insist on barging into hell!"

Staring at the stunned Alvin, the scarred man grinned sinisterly, thinking the kid was too scared to move. "Brat, you're good at hiding. It took me ten whole days to find you!"

"Ten, ten days?"

Alvin was slightly taken aback. So the time in the two worlds was 1:1.

"Because of you, you little beast, I lost so much face!"

The scarred man gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. His sinister, brutal eyes seemed to want to devour Alvin alive. "I'm going to chop you to pieces, bit by bit!"

As he spoke, he drew his knife, which was stained with a lot of blood, its blade darkened to a rusty brown, and its edge chipped.

"Little beast, scream your heart out, wail, and regret!"

The scarred man loomed over him, raising his arm to swing the knife, his eyes filled with cruelty.

His face seemed to flush with blood, dark veins bulging grotesquely. He eagerly anticipated the blood, almost seeing the little beast's screams under his blade, his tearful, terrified shrieks, and his agonizing death amidst pleas for mercy and despair.

Clang!

The sound of metal striking metal rang out!

The chipped blade struck Alvin's shoulder, but the expected spray of blood and screams did not occur.

It was as if he had struck a piece of fine steel. The force transmitted along the blade made the scarred man's tiger's mouth tremble, and the knife almost flew out of his hand.

The scarred man, who had just been immersed in the pleasure of sadistic fantasies, was instantly yanked back to reality.

He stared, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Wh-why? What kind of sorcery did you use?"

"Sorcery? Brother, your faith is impure."

Alvin's smile grew even kinder, the power of his psionics stirring quietly. "This is called the Emperor Lord's blessing, you idiot!"

"Screw you—"

The brutal, scarred man, utterly enraged by Alvin's attitude, raised his blade to strike again.

But, in that very instant, psionics transformed into telekinesis, directly enveloping the scarred man and twisting his entire arm until it snapped!

Crack!

Amidst the crisp, chilling sound of bone breaking, the scarred man's entire right arm was twisted into a pretzel.

Blood and flesh mixed with shattered bone. The intense pain instantly brought the scarred man back to reality, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks. His face contorted in terror.

"Ah—"

Before he could even scream, the scarred man felt something like it was stuffed into his throat.

Alvin gazed gently at the scarred man, raising a finger to lightly press it to his lips. "Shh, be quiet. It wouldn't be good to disturb others."

"Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph!"

The scarred man struggled in terror, trying to escape this "demon."

But, as soon as he took half a step, his right leg was crushed. Flesh and blood splattered along with shattered bone, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Pain, so much pain!

The scarred man's nose and eyes streamed with tears. Unable to speak, he could only stare at Alvin in fear, begging with his eyes for the man to spare him.

"You want to live?"

Alvin read the scarred man's thoughts and asked with a friendly smile.

"Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!!"

The scarred man nodded frantically, the plea in his eyes intense and humble.

"Then, when others begged for their lives, did you spare them?"

Alvin didn't consider himself kind, let alone a model of morality, but at least... he wouldn't slaughter others without reason.

They were all scum surviving in the Underhive, but there was a difference. Some fought to live, while others purely sought to satisfy their desires.

Alvin belonged to the former; the scarred man and the Blood Axe Gang belonged to the latter.

Even among scum, there were distinctions!

Hearing this, and looking at Alvin's cold eyes, the scarred man finally gave up all hope.

The plea in his eyes gradually extinguished, replaced by madness, hatred, resentment, regret, and other emotions that filled his heart.

If only he had killed this little beast back then, how could he have ended up like this?

He hated it!

"Don't look at me like that."

Alvin's gaze turned icy as he looked at the scarred man and said softly, "At least, I'm willing to give you a quick death, aren't I?"

As his voice fell, psionic energy surged!

A suffocating telekinetic force enveloped the scarred man, and then, under his terrified and horrified gaze, crushed him into a pulp!

Alvin took a deep breath and turned his attention outside. "Next, it's the Blood Axe Gang."

Still requesting follow-ups, those who are saving the book can directly flip to the latest chapter, even if they don't read it, it's fine. Follow-up reads are really important during the new book period~ cries