"No... what I mean is... nearly all of Commorragh participates in every Bottom Line Competition. Generally speaking, such grand events last for months, sometimes even years. The most important thing isn't whether you can get the highest score... it's whether Victor is happy..."
Gukalad tried to make Lin Fan understand that the Bottom Line Competition was not something one could win simply by killing every contestant. If they really did that, they would have to wipe out Commorragh's entire population.
Some people entered not to compete at all, but to show the great Victor their skill at killing, or simply to display their own style of dark art.
Yet under Gukalad's watchful eyes, Khan, who controlled his soul, and Lin Fan smiled at each other. To him, those smiles were utterly ugly and mocking...
"How many black bean sprouts do you think we can kill?"
"Oh? You have such plans? I've never seen what you can do."
"My skills are average. I've only killed a few Greater Daemons. Nothing worth mentioning."
"We could wipe out an entire lower district. My bike will be going very fast."
"Perfect. My shooting is pretty accurate too..."
Lin Fan and Khan chuckled together, already able to picture the pleasant scene of hunting black bean sprouts in the Bottom Line Competition. Lin Fan was not afraid in the slightest now. He had a Primarch by his side, and they were fighting black bean sprouts who could not use psychic powers. What did he have to fear?
Lin Fan was not afraid of someone being too materialistic; he was afraid of someone being too mystical. Every time he ran into a psychic master like Rokasna, his head hurt. But against these black bean sprouts hiding from Slaanesh in the Webway, forget using psychic powers—even speaking Slaanesh's