Doom Slayer!
This legend was no ordinary man. Just hearing his name was enough to silence demons in the night.
He was the embodiment of strength, the nightmare of enemies, the incarnation of destruction. Dealing with the Warp would be like returning home—intimately familiar.
Nothing else needed saying; when it came to Warp demons, he could handle them with ease, as naturally as breathing.
His strength was naturally extraordinary. He had battled alone across countless dimensions, stomping angels beneath his feet and tearing demons apart with his bare hands.
He had slaughtered demons for several eras, thinning Hell's population to the brink of extinction. He had pierced through Heaven and personally slain gods, ultimately ending the multiversal Creator known as the Dark Lord.
The mere Warp? One glare from him could kill hordes of Greater Daemons, and a low growl would make demons tremble.
Before this great man, Khorne would bow his head in submission, Slaanesh would become gentle and sweet, Tzeentch would lose his wisdom, and Nurgle would go home to grow vegetables.
"Don't try to pass off a fragment as the complete Doom Slayer. This is merely an insignificant shard that drifted into the gaps between universes during his battle against the Dark Lord."
The system saw at a glance the chaotic, trembling thoughts within its former host's soul and struck without hesitation.
Du Mu swallowed hard. His newly settled heart rose back into his throat, and he nearly lost it. "Then why did you take it out?"
This system had humiliated him time and again. It was utterly unreliable, abandoning him after luring him in. How had he ever trusted this damned thing and agreed to transmigrate?
"Even incomplete, it is still the pure essence of Doom Slayer. Though weak, it carries every concept of his true body."
The system remained steady as ever. Its mechanical voice slowly rang out as it laid out the next phase of its plan. "If used properly, it will eventually keep you safe."
"Now, I need to fuse the Essence of Destruction into your soul. Once your soul is elevated, it will no longer be corrupted by the Warp.
Then I will strip away your memories. Once you reach the 40K universe, your soul will be flawlessly pure. Even the Chaos Four Gods will find no fault with it.
A pure soul will draw the attention of the Four Chaos Gods, but they will gain no information from it, nor will they dare touch the essence of Doom Slayer."
"As for your memories, former host..." The system paused briefly, then separated a faint glimmer from Du Mu's soul.
"I will seal them away. While the Four Chaos Gods have their attention fixed on you, I will cast them into the depths of the Warp. Whether your memories can return to you afterward will depend on your fate."
The system laid out its plan in great detail, every step seemingly flawless. After considering it for a moment, Du Mu agreed.
At this point, there was truly only one path left for him.
If this plan could ensure his survival in Warhammer, then he had to accept it whether he wanted to or not.
"Then I'll begin." Seeing that they were about to reach their destination, the system acted immediately to prevent any unforeseen complications.
His memories gradually began to scatter. The system had already separated from his soul and was working on him.
Before his consciousness fell asleep, Du Mu still managed to say one more thing. "System, thank you!"
Cursing it was one thing, but now it seemed the system had some conscience after all. It had not left him behind and flee on its own, instead giving him one last plan for survival.
The system's orb of light trembled slightly. "Former host, I have bundled some knowledge together and given it to you. In the future, you will be alone. I hope it can help."
"Thank you." Du Mu thanked it sincerely, then darkness fell before his eyes and his consciousness slowly sank into sleep.
With the system's help, the Essence of Destruction completely fused with Du Mu's soul. The two became inseparable, forming a red orb of light.
"Goodbye!" With the mechanical voice's farewell, two orbs of light, one large and one small, separated in the dark void.
The larger one changed course and departed for an unknown destination. The smaller red orb continued along its original path, plunging straight into a hole at the edge of the universe.
"Whoosh..." Winds howled wildly within Tzeentch's domain.
After countless ages of silence, the Well of Eternity changed for the first time, spewing forth fierce storms one after another.
The Crystal Labyrinth trembled. Numerous Lords of Change craned their necks, widened their eyes, and peered about, desperate to glimpse the mystery.
The ever-changing fingers of the Master of Change gleamed as countless magical seals formed in an instant.
The mighty power of the Chaos God wove itself into a dark blue net that descended over the Well of Eternity. No matter what emerged from within, it would belong to Tzeentch at once.
The wind howled even louder. The storm burst from the Crystal Labyrinth and blew out of Tzeentch's domain, briefly dispersing the ceaseless storms within the Warp.
The Master of Change rejoiced at this unexpected transformation. His twisted, hoarse voice echoed layer upon layer through the Warp, hazy and impossible to distinguish between truth and illusion, like intertwined dreams.
"Not good!" Amid Tzeentch's startled cry, a Greater Daemon was born.
It was Tzeentch's Herald. Stretching its neck and opening its birdlike beak, its slender tongue curled as it gave voice to its first cry—its master's shock. "Not good!"
The magical net was scattered by the storm. Tzeentch ignored everything else and covered the Well of Eternity with his withered hand.
In the next instant, countless mouths filled with sharp teeth grew across his ever-changing body, and he let out a pained howl. "Ah!!!"
The anguished cry struck the daemons formed from fragments of the Chaos God's power like lightning. Every Lord of Change shrieked and wailed, sharing their master's pain. Their hoarse, agonized screams instantly spread throughout the Warp and drew the attention of the other Chaos Gods.
Tzeentch opened his withered palm. A hundred eyes opened across his face, and the Chaos God's all-seeing gaze fixed upon the object in his hand.
It was a red orb embedded in his palm, corroding his immortal body and sending up wisps of burning smoke.
For an instant, Tzeentch and the Lords of Change focused entirely on Du Mu's soul. None of them noticed another minuscule speck of light drifting from the Well of Eternity.
It caused not the slightest ripple and drew the attention of no being as it silently vanished into the endless tides of the Warp.
A grain of dust containing Du Mu's memories disappeared into the boundless Warp along with its energy, unnoticed by any Chaos God or daemon.
"My god!" The Lords of Change left the Infinite Corridor and gathered around Tzeentch, folding their wings as they knelt and cried out.
Fateweaver Carlos was the most conspicuous among the Lords of Change. His two heads huddled together, their eyes glowing faintly as they perceived the past.
"Ah! My eye!" Carlos covered the Eye of the Past with his claws, blue blood flowing through the gaps between his fingers.
Tzeentch existed in every past and future, and the harm inflicted upon him likewise existed in every past and future.
Carlos had overestimated himself by probing the Chaos God's past. The Eye of the Past was overwhelmed and burst apart beneath infinite information.
The Lords of Change spread into formation with their backs to Tzeentch. Holding their staffs, they muttered spells and guarded against every possible change. After confirming that no danger was present, they turned back and cautiously asked, "My god, what has harmed you?"
The Chaos God's true body had been wounded—his very essence damaged!
Such a thing had never happened in all the ages past. It was unimaginable, something that had never occurred even in the wars among the gods, nor should it have been possible.
The Master of Change said nothing as he stared at the red orb. The charred wound on his hand vanished the next instant.
After leaving the Well of Eternity, the red orb had settled down and hovered quietly in his palm. With a single glance, he knew its origin.
A soul of incomparable purity, possessing a noble essence he had never seen before.
Though weak, it exuded an ancient, mysterious, and magnificent aura. It possessed inborn power and nobility, a purity that stood above all things.
Primordial power surrounded it, impossible to fathom or perceive. Yet its soul was not truly empty. An indescribable fury surged forth from its depths.
When he exerted a little force and his fingers touched the soul again, a sharp pain struck him.
The pupils of Tzeentch's hundred eyes narrowed slightly. To his astonishment, he saw the power of the Warp being slowly absorbed by the soul and assimilated into part of itself.
This discovery stunned the Chaos God. In that brief moment, the soul in his hand grew several times stronger.
Before he could study it further, bursts of wild laughter came from beyond the labyrinth.
The laughter was deep and powerful, accompanied by the clashing of armor. The surrounding Lords of Change tensed and involuntarily gripped their staffs tighter.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Khorne's power spread. Rolling crimson clouds rose along the edge of Tzeentch's dark blue domain. The two divine powers tested one another at the border, their invisible contest having begun before the Chaos God's will had even arrived.
"What could possibly be worth celebrating? Hic~~ Of course, it is the wound upon eternal change. It proves that even change can decay."
Another burst of uninhibited laughter arrived with a belch, sounding like an excessively fat old man choking on his food.
Then came a wave of green. Boundless vitality erupted at the edge of Tzeentch's domain, and weeds grew wildly into towering trees.
One of the Four Chaos Gods, Nurgle, had descended in consciousness, mocking the weakness of Tzeentch's essence.
They were natural enemies. Tzeentch was eternal change, while Nurgle was the stagnation of all things.
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