Author's revision note from August 28: The issues with this chapter's setup were from a long time ago. They've been corrected now, and the protagonist's setup is logically consistent.
This chapter does not count toward the daily 6,000-word update. I only opened a separate chapter because the damn author's note has a 300-word limit.
To be honest, there were some minor mistakes in the protagonist's early setup—specifically, back when I'd only written 100,000 words and hadn't figured out the setting yet. His power level in the confrontation with the Adeptus Custodes seemed a bit too high, to the point that readers later felt the protagonist was just a damn idiot, worthless trash, the weakest of the weak—so pathetic that even Brother Blade could rip off his helmet.
That's on me. It's because this damn author hadn't thought through the early setup properly that things turned out this way. The good news is that I've figured out how to patch it up. While I'm at it, I'll give the protagonist a reasonable setup that lets him grow. After all, if he starts out too invincible, there really would be no point in continuing this book. Just stuff him into a macro cannon and fire him at the heart of Chaos with the mindset of a beast.
The four peddlers die, and then this book ends.
My original intention in writing this book was to look at the dark universe of Warhammer from the perspective of an Astra Militarum soldier. After all, most people still write Space Marine transmigrators. In the wars waged by those superhuman warriors, the Imperium's Astra Militarum comes off like a three-steps-one-shovel division used to fill the lines with steel wire. Wealthier Cadia gets some artillery support, Krieg just floods the right flank with infantry, and the Space