Horn Is Critically Ill
Welcome back, esteemed Navigator.
[Navigator: Alvin]
[Race: Human]
[Occupation: Rogue Trader (To be inherited)]
[Remaining Energy: 4400 units]
[Remaining Source Power: 1000 units]
[Main World: Warhammer M4 1.999]
[Anchor World: Marvel Cinematic Universe - 199999, Xenomorph Universe, Biohazard]
[World Authority Level: LV3]
[Time Flow Rate: 1-10]
[Divine Protection: Born to Die]
[Current Status: Searching for the next accessible Anchor World]
This trip to the Biohazard world was limited to a total of four days due to the short storyline of the game.
Four days, about ten days ahead of schedule, should everything be alright, right?
Because the Time Flow Rate cannot be adjusted in each new world traveled to, four days have passed in the main universe as well.
In just four days, Elsa shouldn't be put in too much of a difficult position in front of the old man.
"The gains were modest, but the future looks promising."
Alvin glanced at his Personal Space; after being upgraded to Level 3 access, it had expanded from the original 50 cubic meters to 100 cubic meters.
The T-Virus and G-Virus samples were placed in a corner. Arno, being Bioroid, lay there quietly after falling into a deep sleep. The Tyrant Xenomorph, on the other hand, had a hibernation pod specially prepared for it to prevent it from dying in its Personal Space.
"Adjust the Time Flow Rate in the Biohazard world to be the same as in other worlds. Unless otherwise specified, always follow this setting," Alvin instructed.
[Time Flow Rate has been set]
"I almost forgot, let's go to the Xenomorph Universe first and retrieve the item." Alvin patted his forehead, activated "Navigator" again, and vanished from his spot in an instant.
At the time, "Daemon axe" was thrown into the cargo hold of the "Master of the World" and he never looked at it again.
This time, Alvin patiently and carefully observed the "Daemon axe."
The axe handle, deep red as blood, seemed to be infused with countless drops of blood, flowing down to form a soul imprint. The surface of the crescent-shaped axe blade appeared to have undergone countless hammerings, leaving behind crack-like patterns, with a flowing crimson luster like magma seeping into its grooves.
Alvin took a deep breath and gripped the "Daemon axe".
But unexpectedly, there was no sign of him being dominated by the desire to kill. The Daemon axe was extremely heavy, and with his current physique, it was difficult for him to wield it freely.
[Item detected: Daemon axe (Perfect)]
[The battle axe forged by the Blood God in the Forge of war is a glory belonging only to the victors. Once you grasp it, you will hear the desolate horn from the ancient wasteland, bestowing upon the user the Blood God's blessing, to stop war with slaughter! Only death remains!]
"Hmm? What is this?"
Suddenly, he discovered something unexpected.
When he grasped the Daemon axe, his Psychic Power was suppressed.
Instead, there are killing techniques that seem to originate from the soul and memory, formed from the body's instincts, as if they are integrated with instinct.
Faintly, one could almost hear the desolate, deep sound of horns coming from the Chaos wasteland, as if mixed with the cries and battle sounds of countless creatures, the clanging of iron hooves, and the clashing of swords!
"Good."
Alvin nodded in satisfaction.
Unexpectedly, the Daemon axe not only enhances the user's combat skills, but also has the wonderful effect of suppressing Psychic Power.
In this way, when encountering special problems, we can try the "fight fire with fire" approach, using Daemon Artifact to suppress rampaging Psychic Power, which is also a possible solution.
Having retrieved the "Daemon axe," Alvin, with no intention of wasting time, returned to the main universe.
"We should head back, or Elsa will get worried." Thinking of that cold-faced "secretary," Alvin couldn't help but smile.
Elsa initially struck him as rather aloof, but as they spent more time together, he was able to appreciate her thoughtfulness in many ways.
For example, when he was exhausted after each study session, Elsa would always use a very professional technique to massage his temples to relieve his mental fatigue.
For example, after sword lessons, Elsa would thoughtfully prepare a bath for him and add medicine to soothe his mind and muscles... and so on. There are countless other examples of her thoughtfulness.
"Strange, I actually miss her a little." Alvin touched his face, strode into the Hive City, and headed straight for the Governor's Mansion, seemingly impatient.
But he knew very well that this longing wasn't love; it was more like habit.
"I wonder if the old man's matter has been resolved yet."
He hadn't forgotten how dangerous the Nachmund Gauntlet was at this point in time.
If you slip away too late and get stuck in the Alert Star zone, you'll be completely helpless.
Lost in thought, Alvin had already spotted the Governor's Mansion, but the noticeably heavier security around it and the numerous Space Marine guards filled him with a deep sense of foreboding.
What exactly happened?
He remembered that when he left, Losel had basically resolved the crisis.
However, it's a bit unreasonable that the Governor's Mansion was placed under martial law again after only four days, and even had an automated weapon defense system installed.
Could it be that the forces of Chaos haven't been eradicated, or perhaps the Necron have come knocking?
Filled with unease, Alvin disregarded everything else, immediately discarded his disguise, strode forward, and announced his identity to the guards, "I am Alvin Valshius!"
"It's the young master! The young master is back!"
The Guardians immediately shut down the automatic defense system and reported the incident up the chain of command.
Before long, Alvin saw Elsa, but the "secretary" who was always cold, calm and unperturbed was now looking worried and hurrying toward him.
As he got closer, he realized that Elsa's eyes held a deep weariness and panic, as if she had lost her anchor.
What happened?
Alvin's heart sank to the bottom. He could roughly guess what was going on just from Elsa's performance.
"Young Master Alvin, please come in with me so we can talk."
Elsa gently bit her pink lips, a hint of sadness in her eyes, and shook her head softly. "Someone will explain for you. He's been waiting for you in the lobby for two days."
So, this happened suddenly two days after he left?
Alvin remained calm and expressionless, as if nothing had happened, and followed Elsa into the mansion.
He walked through the Garden of Nurgle and went straight to the hall. He immediately saw the hunched-over Tech-Priest, who looked like an old man, holding a mechanical scepter. His scarlet mechanical Cybernetic eye seemed to be scrutinizing his every move and even the slightest detail of his expression with a sharp and scrutinizing look.
After a moment, the Tech-Priest nodded slightly. "As expected of someone with the Horn bloodline, composure is his greatest strength."
Who are you?
Alvin didn't know the other person's identity, but guessed that it was probably related to the Valshius Family.
"Carroll Solaris, the Grand Sage of the bio-empire serving the Valshius Merchant Dynasty." Carroll's human features were almost entirely gone, replaced by mechanical engineering, but his voice remained powerful and deep, his gaze fixed intently on him. "Entrusted by Horn Valshius, I will assist you in becoming a qualified Rogue Trader, his heir!"
Hearing this, Alvin's suspicions were confirmed. He stared intently at Carroll: "What happened to my grandfather?"
Carroll fell silent for a moment, seemingly considering whether or not to tell the truth.
"I am the heir to the Valshius Merchant Dynasty, and I have the right to know about 'Horn'!"
Alvin's voice suddenly rose several octaves, as if it contained immense pressure and carried an invisible aura that echoed throughout the hall.
"As expected of Horn's grandson," Carroll said, seemingly unaffected, but rather intrigued, scrutinizing him. "Very well, although Horn forbids me from telling you, I believe that to become a qualified heir, one must shoulder heavy responsibilities."
After a pause, Carroll's tone turned serious, and she said in a deep voice, "Your grandfather, Horn Valshius, is critically ill and dying."
The biohazard is over, now it's time for the Alert Star melee!
P. S.: The Alert Star storyline spans over a decade, so the protagonist won't be involved throughout. Otherwise, the book would be stuck on Alert Star forever! Alert Star serves as a stepping stone, and the protagonist will eventually leave at the appropriate time to develop in the Dark Imperium.