I Saw Khorne Flee in Fear, Tzeentch Stutter Like an Idiot, Slaanesh Cook, and Nurgle Stay Clean

Zhou Yun took the stack of cards from Tull.

There were thirty-two cards left in the deck.

Zhou Yun did not know much about card counting or anything like that. It required a certain foundation in mathematics, and Zhou Yun had returned all his mathematical knowledge to Archimedes, Descartes, Gauss, Euler, and the other ancient sages the moment he graduated in his previous life.

Greyfax had told Zhou Yun that he could study some mathematics in the future. Some divinations required calculations, but Zhou Yun had died before he found the opportunity.

But Zhou Yun did not think that would affect his divination skills.

After all, Mortarion, the great sage and revered master of Numerology, was only capable of mathematics on the level of seven times seven equaling forty-nine.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yun was a mathematical powerhouse capable of calculating that 13 × 13 = 169. His divination skills presumably would not be limited by his mathematical ability.

He lightly tapped his temple with his fingers and looked at the deck.

The Qi Observation Technique... could be considered an inherited art among precognition-based psychic abilities.

With just one glance, Zhou Yun knew that the cards remaining in the deck were unfavorable to him.

Of course, with his bizarre good luck backing him, that disadvantage would not affect Zhou Yun's victory.

But instead of dealing immediately, he smiled at Tull and Cicero. "Gentlemen, I noticed that your luck has been rather poor today. I have a little trick for changing one's fortune. Would you like to hear it?"

Tull and Cicero looked at each other, but Zhou Yun's psychic power had already silently planted a suggestion of trust in their hearts, making them unconsciously begin to believe his words.

Zhou Yun's consciousness had been lingering in Tull and Cicero's minds, guiding their actions while reading their recent memories.

He saw things that disgusted him to the extreme: the girl on the plate, the trembling, crying slave child, the bloody skin that had been made into shoes...

Zhou Yun's gaze swept over the red leather shoes on Cicero and Tull's feet.

Zhou Yun was not actually someone with particularly strong moral convictions. Especially after transmigrating into the Warhammer universe and enduring the torment of the Golden Throne, he had become numb to many things.

He also believed that if most people sat on the Golden Throne for even one second, there would be nothing they could not let go of. Compared to the agony of the Golden Throne, what did anything else in life amount to?

Zhou Yun could face robbery, theft, fraud, gambling, murder, and many even more vicious acts with a calm mind, without feeling much in particular.

Even when he had toyed with Cicero and Tull just now, it had not really been to vent the former owner's resentment. He had mostly just been looking for amusement.

But there was one thing Zhou Yun still cherished: living peacefully and without pain. Only after sitting upon the Golden Throne had Zhou Yun understood the preciousness of an ordinary life. He even hoped that everyone could live peacefully and without pain.

And seeing someone—someone who had done no wrong, even a child—suffer torment and die in agony truly made Zhou Yun genuinely unhappy.

Why should someone be tortured for no reason at all?

Zhou Yun could not accept it.

Those who had done nothing wrong should not be tortured. That was Zhou Yun's small bottom line now.

For that reason, Zhou Yun absolutely had to give the two of them a truly vicious curse.

"I recently began believing in a new cult. Its name is... the Yellow Skin Hook-Selling Cult."

"This cult believes that somewhere in the galaxy, there is a vicious demon king called Yellow Skin, who commits every evil imaginable, refuses to repay debts, uses human lives as currency however he pleases, locks old men in toilets for an entire day and night, and even treats his own sons as tools."

"Do you know how many unforgivable evils he has committed? Do you know how he treats his own sons?"

"His seventeenth son built him a city, and he blew it into ashes."

"His fourteenth son's adoptive father loved farting, so Yellow Skin beat him to death right in front of his fourteenth son."

"His fifteenth son had it the worst. Just because a phone call disturbed Yellow Skin as he went in and out of a passageway, Yellow Skin let dogs step all over his son's back. There was hardly a complete piece of him left, and his grandson had to put him back together himself."

"Most pitiful of all was his sixteenth son. That boy was good. He rebelled against his father and had already won, but Yellow Skin was shameless enough to engage in top-tier mind games. Yellow Skin faked his death, launched a sneak attack, and stabbed his sixteenth son to death with a little dagger."

"But Yellow Skin's evil finally brought him retribution. He was beaten into paralysis and could never stand again, yet he still would not give up. Every day, he wanted to find a scapegoat to take his place... Your recent bad luck must be because Yellow Skin has set his sights on you."

Tull and Cicero stared blankly as Zhou Yun rattled on, but for some reason, his words held their attention.

"Then how do we get rid of it?" Tull asked instinctively.

"Yellow Skin bullies the weak and fears the strong. The simplest way is to curse him away." Zhou Yun extended a finger and waved it a few times before Tull and Cicero.

"Come, curse him loudly with me!"

"Yellow Skin sells hooks and corrupts public morals."

"He killed his own uncle in childhood, with neither father nor mother."

"He steals sheep from his brothers' homes and never pays."

"He beguiled the gods and fought for custody rights."

"He created the Imperium of Man and called himself the False Emperor on Terra."

"He built the Golden Throne and burned Malcador."

"He wrote Dwarf jokes into the Book of Grudges."

"He unleashed wild dogs to bite at random, breaking Little Horse's spine."

"He urged Loken to slander the Warmaster."

"He burned the Perfect City and showed Roboute Guilliman the way."

"How many chapters would it take to write out all his sins?"

"How loyal must one be to appear innocent?"

Tull and Cicero shook their heads in confusion. They did not quite understand what Zhou Yun was saying, but they could tell that this Yellow Skin... truly was not a good thing.

Zhou Yun struck an encouraging pose, signaling for the two of them to curse along with him.

"Yellow Skin, you bitch."

Cicero tentatively cursed first, then seemed to feel a heavy pressure in his heart, one that had been suffocating him.

Remembering the money he had just lost, that pressure in Cicero's heart seemed to grow even heavier. And that curse just now appeared to have opened a channel for him to vent his anger.

"Yellow Skin, you bastard born of a mother and raised without a father, whose whole family died when you were little, who got stabbed in the back by your brothers after growing up, whose wife ran away after marriage, and whose son turned out unfilial after being born!"

Wasn't that a little too harsh?

Zhou Yun was startled by Cicero's sudden, zero-windup attack.

Though Zhou Yun had influenced him, that filthy mouth truly was worthy of an educated man...

Cicero did not care. The more he cursed, the harder he went, as though viciously berating someone could truly vent his resentment. Even Tull was infected by his mood and began cursing along with him.

Seeing that the timing was right, Zhou Yun raised a hand, signaling for them to keep listening.

"Actually, Yellow Skin has four accomplices: the cowardly Lame Khorne, the stupid illiterate Stuttering Tzeentch, the vicious, bloodthirsty Clean Nurgle, and the ugly, boring Chef Slaanesh."

"You need to curse all of them too for the effect to be better. Come, say it with me..."

"Cowardly Lame Khorne, you are a deserter who ran from the battlefield eight times, a witchcraft-practicing bastard. You have less courage than a Gretchin."

"Stupid illiterate Stuttering Tzeentch, you are an idiot who cannot count to nine, a one-track-minded fool. You have less wisdom than an Ogryn."

"Vicious, bloodthirsty Clean Nurgle, you are a cat-abusing freak who bathes seven times a day and stomps every ant you see by the roadside. You love life less than a Skaven."

"Ugly, boring Chef Slaanesh, you are a conservative, dull little cook. Even Necrons know how to enjoy themselves better than you do, and you are less seductive than a Nurgling."

Cicero and Tull followed Zhou Yun in cursing them viciously.

Tull cursed less, but Cicero cursed with real ferocity. Though Zhou Yun's psychic guidance played a part, it seemed that he truly had been driven mad by his losses.

Zhou Yun slightly raised his eyes and used the Qi Observation Technique to look at the spiritual aura around them.

Eugh... what a disgusting lump.

The pitch-black doom brewing around them had become nearly as thick as tar. It had even almost formed some kind of Warp entity, and Zhou Yun could vaguely hear the thing letting out a piercing wail.

Only because Macragge was a place where the Warp was weak had this not happened already. If this had been the Eye of Terror, they would likely have exploded into a cloud of blood mist on the spot, their consciousness stretched and dragged into the Warp to endure eternal torment and pain.

Naturally, even on Macragge, such heavy doom would probably make them suffer until they died. After death, once they sank into the Warp... that would surely be quite lively.

What Zhou Yun had used was a precognition technique known as the Doom Technique.

Under normal circumstances, on Macragge, the Doom Technique could at most make the two suffer a little bad luck, such as losing some money.

But Zhou Yun had made a small modification specifically for this.

Cursing, vilifying, and showing disrespect toward gods were regarded in every civilization as the behaviors most likely to invite misfortune.

Zhou Yun had just guided them into cursing and condemning the Emperor, Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh at the same time, and their insults had been exceptionally vicious. Even if the gods did not notice them or personally punish them, the Warp backlash caused by it alone was a terrifying misfortune.

Not to mention that the gods' daemons and daemon princes did not mind helping their masters punish them. Even through the thick Veil, they had all hurled powerful curses at Tull and Cicero.

Zhou Yun had merely taken advantage of the greater tide, using the Doom Technique to guide that misfortune and firmly attach it to Cicero and Tull.

Thus, their lives were finished.

As for Zhou Yun himself, when he had cursed them, he had deliberately returned more of his will to the Golden Throne. The words he used to curse the gods had been mixed into the terrifying psychic tides unleashed by the Golden Throne, making them almost impossible for the beings within the Warp to notice.

Even if they did notice... Zhou Yun welcomed them to come settle accounts with him on the Golden Throne.

"Hmm... eh?" Zhou Yun silently glanced at the two men's futures.

Tull would likely die within a day or two, while Cicero... would actually live for quite some time, several months at least.

But Zhou Yun could clearly see that the doom around Cicero was even thicker than Tull's... What was this kid going to experience over the next few months?

"Shall we continue gambling?" Zhou Yun said, picking up the playing cards in his hand.

"All right." Cicero nodded. "After cursing them the way you taught us, my luck has already started getting better."

"Yes, yes." Zhou Yun smiled in agreement.