Surviving a Great Calamity Brings Future Blessings

After Art Student escaped the Warp, the five great gods within it realized that their attacks had failed to hit the transmigrator and had instead allowed him to flee safely.

The five Chaos Gods of the Warp, who had not cared much about the transmigrator before, were instantly intrigued.

They had killed no fewer than eight thousand, if not ten thousand, weak transmigrators of various races like this before, and had never once missed. Those transmigrators would have their souls scattered by a casual blow from the five great gods. Not a single one had survived.

Even those stronger individuals who survived would become the playthings of the gods, trapped in their domains, unable to live or die.

The five great gods of the Warp each used their divine powers to search for Art Student. Faced with such an interesting transmigrator, it was impossible for the five gods of the Warp not to take notice.

"Strange. I can't find any trace of this transmigrator. It seems he has some special ability. Interesting, interesting. I hope you bring me more war."

Khorne sat upon the Brass Throne, clad in heavy spiked armor. Only a pair of blood-red eyes showed beneath the thick armor covering his head. He found the vanished Art Student merely interesting.

Since he could not find him, he stopped paying excessive attention to him. As long as he remained in this universe, Khorne would find him once he caused some commotion.

Tzeentch used his terrifying powers of prophecy to search the entire universe for traces of Art Student, only to discover that Art Student was as if he had never existed, leaving behind not the slightest trace.

"Caw! Caw! Caw! Everything is going according to plan!"

Tzeentch could not help letting out a strange laugh at the result. Though he had not found Art Student, as long as Art Student remained in this universe, all change and stagnation lay within Tzeentch's divine authority. He was still in a position of strength.

The Emperor discovered that this human transmigrator had fled the Warp after sensing danger. Even when the Emperor wielded his great power, he could not locate Art Student.

The Emperor's gaze grew worried. Humanity in the universe was already plagued by countless disasters, and now another uncertain factor had appeared. Would it deepen humanity's suffering even further?

The Emperor had no choice but to consider all of this. After all, the Emperor was humanity's lord and bore the responsibility of protecting all mankind.

Now, the Emperor could only send a message to those among his subordinates capable of receiving his psychic communications.

He passed down Art Student's information and ordered them to deal with him at all costs.

Nurgle and Slaanesh, however, did not care about Art Student's existence and no longer paid attention to the transmigrator, continuing with their "great" endeavors.

After Art Student was kicked out of the Warp, he felt his body falling endlessly downward. Everything around him was dark, without even a glimmer of light.

Art Student flailed both hands wildly through the air, trying to grab onto something and escape this damned sensation of falling.

The terror of falling wrapped tightly around Art Student's heart. Already afraid of heights, he became even more terrified, as though some unknown monster had seized his heart in a huge hand.

Art Student struggled for a long time, but no matter what he tried, he could not stop himself from falling.

Still unable to find any hope, Art Student had already fallen into despair. His mind went blank, and he could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. He cried out loudly, hoping to escape the sensation of falling.

"Aaaaah! Help! I don't want to die yet!"

Art Student's screams echoed endlessly through the dark space.

Bang.

After falling for who knew how long, Art Student felt himself crash into something unknown. The sensation of falling stopped, and he lay spread-eagled in the dark space.

"Ugh! I finally survived. It hurts so much."

Art Student lay sprawled on the ground, groaning. He felt as if his entire body had been shattered, with not a single part left intact.

Pain came from every inch of his body. For Art Student, who had never suffered any serious injuries, it was a feeling beyond words. He lay on the ground, too afraid to move.

The pain in his head was especially unbearable, as if someone had suddenly stuffed a huge amount of unfamiliar information into his mind—simple and brutal.

"Aah."

"Aah."

Art Student could not help screaming. He clutched his head in both hands and rolled endlessly across the ground, hoping it would ease even a fraction of the pain.

But it was all futile. The pain only grew more intense as Art Student rolled helplessly on the ground, his body wracked by even fiercer agony.

Sweat continuously poured from Art Student's body, soaking through his clothes and making them cling tightly to him.

As Art Student rolled around, the sound of fabric tearing—"rip, rip"—kept coming from his body.

After an unknown amount of time, Art Student suddenly could no longer feel the pain in his body. In an instant, all the pain vanished, as if everything that had just happened had been an illusion.

"I finally made it."

After the pain disappeared, Art Student spoke with lingering fear.

Art Student turned over and lay on the ground, staring up at the pitch-black space, grateful that he was still alive.

"I suffered so much, but it was all worth it. Hahahahaha!"

After absorbing that unfamiliar information, Art Student could not help laughing loudly. It felt like the suffering he had just endured had not been for nothing.

Lying on the ground, Art Student's trembling hands fumbled repeatedly over his pants before pulling an incredibly "tiny" pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

With shaking hands, he took one out and held it between his lips. To the current Art Student, it was only about the size of a lady's cigarette.

A tiny flame suddenly appeared at his fingertip and lit the cigarette. He took a deep, hard drag, drawing the smoke through his throat and into his lungs. After letting it linger there for a few seconds, he exhaled a stream of white smoke.

"Ah! That feels good. Shame these cigarettes are still too small for me now, and they don't have enough kick."

Art Student struggled to raise the burning cigarette before his eyes and could not help complaining.

Art Student stared fixedly at the cigarette between his fingers, deep in thought. Then the cigarette, which looked tiny in Art Student's hand, suddenly began to change.

The entire cigarette continuously lengthened and enlarged until it became as thick as a cigar. As the cigarette changed, the surrounding environment did not change in the slightest.

"Whew! Now that's got some kick! As expected of the power of the strongest C'tan in the real universe. The power of a C'tan really is extraordinary. It can freely distort any matter in the real universe."

Art Student took a drag from the enlarged cigarette, feeling its stronger kick, and could not help exclaiming in amazement.