Hello, New World

150 units of Energy?!

If his reason hadn't restrained his emotions in time, Alvin would have been so excited he'd have shouted out loud.

A Deflection Field generator, this was truly a good item. Although he didn't know how strong its defense was, it could at least block bullets, no problem.

He really found a treasure! The Emperor Lord had blessed him!

Despite his heart pounding rapidly, Alvin maintained a look of disdain on his face, appearing helpless. "The things you have here are basically all trash."

"Nonsense, if it wasn't trash, would it be here for me to sell?" the stall owner sneered, disdainfully. "Do you want it or not? If not, I'll just exchange it all for Nutrient Paste."

"Forget it, I can't possibly eat that much Nutrient Paste."

Alvin shook his head, then pretended to be hesitant. In the end, he picked out an old laser gun and some scrap batteries, mixed them with that copper piece, and said with a look of disappointment, "These things, plus three servings of Nutrient Paste."

Although the stall owner saw the copper piece, he didn't care. These things were everywhere; who knew what part it fell off from. "The market price for one serving of Nutrient Paste is about ten Krone. The rest I'll consider a loss. If you find any more good stuff next time, remember to come back and see me."

A loss?

That was a bit funny.

As everyone knew, scavengers would eat dog shit off the street, but they would never take a loss.

But Alvin couldn't be bothered to expose him. He just smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll definitely come find you if I have anything good next time."

After packing the items, he turned and left the Black Market.

The stall owner pinched the Gas Mask, but his gaze was fixed on the direction Alvin had left, a thoughtful expression on his face.

After Alvin left the Black Market, he didn't rush home.

Instead, he deliberately took a long detour. After confirming he wasn't being followed, in a deserted corner, he discarded the clothes and burned them clean.

After doing all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Now, I should be safe."

Never underestimate anyone, especially the scum in the Underhive.

The person had metal prosthetics, clearly not an ordinary Underhive dweller. That's why Alvin wasn't sure if his little trick earlier could fool that guy.

But burning the clothes could completely eliminate the scent. Even if the other party realized it later, they wouldn't be able to find him.

Even though these clothes were his last remaining "assets," for the sake of safety, Alvin felt it was necessary to eliminate the danger. Only cautious people could survive in the wasteland.

Having dealt with the potential threat, Alvin then felt relieved and followed the familiar path back to his predecessor's home.

Calling it "home" was a stretch; it was actually a doghouse made from a completely abandoned junkyard that even scavengers wouldn't look at, filled with a strong, pungent smell and covered in filth.

But even so, Alvin inexplicably felt a sense of peace.

The simple shack made of tin sheets was his home, the place he grew up.

Returning to the tin shack, Alvin was already starving. He immediately tore open a bag of Nutrient Paste and drank it down.

The first taste of the Nutrient Paste, a thick, tasteless paste, almost made him vomit.

No matter how he looked at it, this stuff was similar to "vomit." In the end, between reason and hunger, hunger won out.

Alvin closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and gulped down the entire bag of Nutrient Paste.

The feeling of hunger was finally relieved. He could barely understand why such a serving of Nutrient Paste was in short supply in the Underhive.

Because no matter how bad it tasted, at least this stuff could keep people alive.

Although he really wanted to sleep now, reason told Alvin that he had to seize the time to reactivate the "Dial."

The threat from the Blood Axe Gang was secondary.

With the help of the "Golden Finger," Alvin was full of confidence. But what truly concerned him was the black-robed figure he remembered talking to the Iron Hammer Gang.

If he guessed correctly, that mysterious black-robed figure was very likely a Psychic!

Psykers draw Energy from the Warp and can unleash extraordinary destructive power. Therefore, any Psychic is an extremely dangerous existence.

As is well known, once the Warp is involved, it means this matter is definitely not trivial!

Especially when that black-robed Psychic uttered words like "skulls" and "sacrifice," it made Alvin feel uneasy.

Warp, Psychic, skulls, sacrifice.

The four words above, pieced together, basically told Alvin that the enemy was preparing to summon a "Khorne Daemon."

Khorne, Daemons, once they appear, in the Warhammer universe, the outcome is either death or a fate worse than death.

Should he go find an Inquisitor?

However, this thought only lasted for less than half a second in Alvin's mind before he directly rejected it.

Not to mention, as a mere Underhive scavenger, he wouldn't even be able to see an Inquisitor and would likely be shot dead as a rioter.

Even if he could actually meet an Inquisitor and report the possibility of "cultists" infiltrating the Underhive, he wouldn't be greeted with a medal, but a bullet.

Then, the Inquisitor would decide whether to issue an "Exterminatus" based on the cult situation.

Even in the most ideal scenario, those fanatical Inquisitors would directly vaporize the entire Underhive, using the reason of preventing the contamination of cult power.

Human life is the cheapest thing in the Warhammer universe.

But if they didn't say anything, once the cult's blood sacrifice ritual succeeded, the Grey Knights might just show up!

Alvin's face was bitter. If the Grey Knights really descended, the entire planet might be obliterated.

"Activate the Dial as soon as possible, then find a way to stop those lunatics."

He wasn't doing this for some damn justice, but purely because Alvin didn't want to get involved.

If things really blew up and an extermination order was issued, he wouldn't even have a place to run. He'd just have to pray to the Emperor for a miracle under the macro-cannons and wish for a different world in his next life, maybe an H-game world.

The sense of urgency brought by the cult made Alvin cast aside his distractions and lay out everything he had acquired from the Black Market.

He suppressed his excitement and picked up the copper piece. "The Energy is here, but how do I transfer it into the 'Dial'?"

As he was pondering, the "Dial" on his chest seemed to sense the Energy and vibrated slightly.

Alvin took out the "Dial," thought for a moment, then brought the copper piece over and placed it on the "Dial."

A barely visible flash of light flickered past, followed by the mechanical voice again.

[Energy can be replenished: 150 units]

Alvin rejoiced inwardly. It really worked.

But looking at the copper piece, he hesitated and asked, "Can I just replenish a hundred units?"

The Deflection Field generator was definitely a top-tier defensive item. If it weren't for the lack of Energy units, he wouldn't be willing to use it for replenishment.

[Energy replenished: 100 units]

The "Dial" was indeed considerate, leaving him 50 units. This way, if he used the Deflection Field generator sparingly, it would block several fatal attacks for him at critical moments.

After replenishing the Energy, the "Dial" directly merged into his wrist, like a tattoo.

Alvin was very satisfied with this change. Now he didn't have to worry about losing it or someone discovering it.

[Navigator: Alvin]
[Race: Human]
[Class: Scavenger]
[Anchored World: None]
[Remaining Energy: 100 units]
[Esteemed Navigator, would you like to travel to a new world?]

Alvin picked up his old-fashioned Laser gun and put the copper piece in his pocket. Once he was fully prepared, he confirmed, "Yes, travel to a new world!"

Suddenly, it was as if a black hole opened directly in front of him.

A massive suction force engulfed the bewildered Alvin, and he vanished.

When Alvin opened his eyes again, he found himself in a small alley.

"It's always this kind of place. Do I have some kind of connection with this cursed spot?" Alvin complained speechlessly, then looked up at the night sky.

The moon was bright, the stars were sparse, and the night was like a veil.

Even the slightly cool evening breeze of Natsuhi's summer made him feel nostalgic and intoxicated.

Humans only realize how important what they once had was after they've lost it.

Just like Alvin, after transmigrating into the Warhammer universe, he now felt that even breathing the air of the 21st century was an extravagant luxury.

"This is truly living!"

Alvin spread his arms and took a deep breath of air, as if reborn.

On the LED screen of a commercial building across the street, a video was playing.

A handsome young man in a dark blue tight-fitting suit, wearing a star-spangled cape, looking like a divine being descended to earth, was being interviewed. His sunny smile was like that of a pure-hearted young boy.

"Vought International's The Seven, led by Homelander, successfully thwarted the rebel organization's conspiracy and saved hundreds of citizens."

Alvin froze when he saw the person in the video.

Isn't that... Homelander?!

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