See You in the Octagon

Lin En basked in the sunlight beneath the corridor, feeling warm all over.

Every now and then, a monk passing by would spot Lin En, stop dead in his tracks, and then approach with an excited look, bowing to him as he greeted him. "Chaplain Lin En, I'm glad to see you've recovered!"

"Praise the Emperor! Chaplain Lin En, you're awake!"

"Chaplain Lin En, I wish you good health!"

Lin En was somewhat overwhelmed by the attention and hurriedly returned each greeting. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

The passing monks then suppressed their excitement and hurried away, presumably to spread the news to everyone else.

"Actually, you don't need to thank them so much." The guard captain's voice sounded muffled inside his helmet.

The commotion made Lin En feel a little embarrassed. "Everyone's been so warm toward me."

"It's because you've been so good to all of us," the guard captain said softly. "Without you, this war would have cost us so, so many brothers."

"No, no, no, don't say that. We're all human. It was only what I should have done." Lin En hurriedly waved off his words.

"..." The guard captain seemed to have no answer to that.

The system quietly listened from inside Lin En's mind without saying a word.

Lin En really was a strange host.

He could even retain the conscience that had no place in the Warhammer universe while living in Warhammer 40,000.

The bench beneath the tree was a white wrought-iron bench with a thick wooden seat, its surface polished smooth and warm by the passage of time.

Captain Kellers firmly supported Lin En by the elbow and helped him sit down on the bench beneath the shade.

The bench was shaded by the tree. It wasn't hot, and it