Strange Dream

Night.

"So, half of the rebels attacking your area also just disappeared inexplicably?"

"Not half, all of them."

On the rooftop of the highest building, everyone sat around a fire, charging their lasgun batteries while chatting idly.

Grey recounted how he and Qin Mo ended up here.

However, he didn't reveal everything, deliberately concealing the gravity shield and Qin Mo's true identity.

The other four survivors from the 44th Infantry Regiment, sitting beside Grey, also tacitly hid the fact that Qin Mo was a psychic prisoner.

As for the reason...

Grey figured that he and the other survivors of the 44th Regiment were the only ones who knew Qin Mo's identity and that he was still alive.

If the rebels were to be eliminated in the future, they could forge evidence of Qin Mo's death and report to their superiors that Qin Mo had died. This way, Qin Mo could spend his life in a place like the Underhive, beyond the reach of any jurisdiction.

And if the rebels couldn't be eliminated, then everyone in the Underhive would die, making any report unnecessary.

"As the commander of the 47th Infantry Regiment, I salute you. I regret the deaths of your comrades," the officer said, removing his cap and observing a moment of silence for the fallen of the 44th.

All other soldiers and junior officers also removed their caps and bowed their heads in silence.

Three minutes later, the officer suddenly asked the question that had been on his mind: "That psyker... I apologize, I can't think of a more respectful way to address a psyker... has he received training and Imperial certification?"

"Of course," Grey nodded. "Otherwise, where do you think the double-headed eagle emblem on his staff came from?"

"That's good to hear," the officer sighed in relief. "Otherwise, if he were to lose control, it would be a disaster for the entire hive, even the entire galaxy."

The speaker's words, though casual, struck a chord.

Grey frowned slightly, lowering his head as he recalled an incident from his childhood in the underhive.

A psyker, under immense life pressure, had gone berserk. He first accidentally killed his wife and daughter, then wailed as he held their bodies, annihilating a total of eighty thousand infantry and armored troops of the planetary defense forces in less than a day.

This incident had even prevented the planetary defense forces from recovering their strength, resulting in a vast disparity in power compared to the rebels.

Given Qin Mo's astonishing strength, if a psyker of his caliber were to lose control...

Thinking this, Grey shivered.

"By the way, I don't think he's likely to lose control, is he?" the officer continued. "His emotions seem very stable. Has he ever lost control while he was with your 44th Regiment before?"

"Certainly not," Grey recalled Qin Mo's demeanor, noting his remarkable stability.

"What's his name?" the officer asked.

"Um... a peculiar name, Qin Mo," Grey replied.

"Sounds a bit familiar," the officer mused. "My ancestors once fought alongside an angel named Qin Xia. They were attacking a space facility called the Karim Star Gate. Later, this angel named Qin Xia returned his soul to the Golden Throne aboard the Heaven's Spear."

"Sir, I once read about that story in a book. Was the angel's Chapter called the White... what was it?"

"No, no, no, my grandfather specifically told me it was a Legion, not a Chapter."

"A Legion? You're joking, right? Your grandfather must have misremembered, after all, that was hundreds, even thousands of years ago."

"Thousands? Tens of thousands of years!"

"..."

The men of the 47th Regiment chatted enthusiastically, while Grey and the others from the 44th sat in silence, out of place.

Grey wanted to check on Qin Mo, but he was afraid of disturbing him, so he just sat there silently.

In a room on the top floor of the building, Qin Mo lay on the only available mat, sleeping and dreaming.

He dreamed he was traversing through the stars, traveling anywhere he pleased across the entire galaxy.

He also dreamed of shaping a planet according to his will, as if playing with a small toy.

Qin Mo had similar fanciful dreams before his transmigration; these were just unrealistic fantasies.

But when the illusory dream faded, Qin Mo woke up on the bed to find himself in a luxurious bedroom.

This was not the hive city nor a battlefield. It was opulent, and the bed beneath him was soft and spacious.

As Qin Mo gazed at his surroundings in surprise, he suddenly saw a girl sitting on the floor in a corner, weeping.

Strangely, the girl's form kept changing. Sometimes she was a cat, sometimes an old man, and at other times a tank or a logging gun.

"Traitor..." she turned her head to look at Qin Mo, accusing him angrily.

"What traitor? What are you talking about?" Qin Mo asked.

"I don't even know what I'm saying... I've forgotten so much, but for some reason, I just want to call you a traitor." She looked confused, watching her constantly shifting body. "Why am I shattered into so many pieces while you remain whole?"

"What's your name again? The Watcher, Mimic, or Engineer, or... I don't remember. Why have I forgotten these things? It seems I've forgotten a lot."

"No matter what your name is, from the moment you betrayed me, you should be called a traitor."

After saying many other things Qin Mo couldn't understand, she transformed into the appearance of a male noble, suddenly lunged at Qin Mo, and grabbed him by the neck.

"You ate my friend!"

"Give it back!"

Qin Mo woke up with a gasp, sitting up and realizing it had all been a dream.

"Damn… I'm so tired I'm hallucinating." Qin Mo rubbed his temples in frustration, then remembered something very important.

Qin Mo found his scepter in the corner. He melted the double-headed eagle on it and took out a piece of paper.

This paper was the only surviving page from the diary that had been blown up earlier. After finishing the gravity shield, Qin Mo had hidden it inside the double-headed eagle.

Qin Mo kept this page not just for sentimentality; he always felt he could restore the entire diary using science and technology in the future.

After glancing over the contents of the paper, Qin Mo hid it inside the double-headed eagle again.

At that moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a soldier strode into the room. Seeing Qin Mo awake, he immediately performed the Aquila salute: "The Regiment Commander has asked for you to attend a meeting."

"Why do I need to attend a meeting?" Qin Mo asked, puzzled.

"Don't you… uh… want to go?" The soldier was taken aback by the question.

"Alright, I understand." Qin Mo felt that being invited to the meeting showed how much these people valued him, so he got up and followed the soldier to the meeting location.

As Qin Mo walked down the corridor, all the soldiers he passed moved to the wall, made way, and lowered their heads.

Seeing their behavior, Qin Mo knew that Grey must not have revealed that he was a prisoner. Otherwise, even if these people didn't arrest him, their gazes would certainly be filled with disgust and dissatisfaction.

It seemed the gravity shields he'd made weren't for nothing.

Qin Mo thought to himself.