365. Chapter 358: Loyalty! Un! Speakable!

Loyalty! Cannot! Be! Spoken!

Success comes from the Warp, and failure comes from the Warp; everything stems from this "blessing," forming the cesspit that is reality.

To call it a mere cesspit is not entirely accurate. As a mirror to the physical world, the Warp is vast beyond measure. Even the Chaos Gods are but "children" chosen by it, though no one knows why these four unfortunate brats turned out so wretched.

Much like the Bottomless Abyss next door, the Warp possesses its own order—albeit a rather sloppy and uninhibited one. Otherwise, how could the Chaos Gods assemble their chaotic demonic legions?

The original plan to erode reality is lost to history; it is a tangled mess of bad debts. If you ever need a scapegoat, beating up Tzeentch is never the wrong choice.

As products of emotional turbulence, the Evil Gods are surrounded by demons cut from the same cloth. Regardless of how a demon first came into existence, once it enters one of the four Demon Realms, it takes on the shape of that specific deity.

The whims of the Evil Gods are mirrored by their minions, and since their blessings are granted entirely based on mood—with each sliver of divine power containing a fragment of their essence—calling them a Warhammer-style magical pyramid scheme is no exaggeration.

Ever since Khorne got hooked on online gaming, his followers have followed suit. Between bouts of passionate mutual slaughter, they added gaming to their list of recreational activities.

Since there is no internet elsewhere, whenever a chaotic operation concludes, one can always find a row of Greater Daemons sitting beneath the throne, trash-talking while playing against their opponents.

If they can't win, that's one thing, but if they can't win the war of words, they resort to "doxing" in the real