Untouchables?

## 10. Untouchable?

After successfully killing the Alien Lord Razael, Hades, for once, did nothing. He just lay there, playing dead – cough, cough, no, he was lying down, actively healing his wounds.

Aside from a few deep cuts that were still greenish-yellow and hadn't healed, the other wounds had stopped bleeding and scabbed over. Additionally, his arms and hands, which had suffered minor fractures from the brute force, were recovering well.

Hades, fresh from the battle, was basically useless, his ability to take care of himself reduced to zero. On Morava Mountain, Mortarion had carried him down.

Afterward, he was dumped in the rudimentary hospital in the territory. But calling it a hospital was a stretch; it was more like a large barn converted into a place to put the injured. Villagers with medical training would volunteer to take shifts after finishing their daily farm work.

Hades was naturally placed in a small corner, since everyone had been annoyed by him before.

Although people instinctively disliked him, the conscientious medical staff still treated Hades with care.

Herrela, worried that Hades wouldn't receive more attentive care, had visited him a few times, each time bringing her homemade "snacks."

Hades was curious how Herrela managed to make such exquisite food, with different flavors each time, using such simple ingredients, given the scarcity of resources on Barbarus. Most of the ingredients people could use were wheat and white corn.

After most of Hades's wounds had healed, Herrela simply took Hades to her and her sister's cottage, where they took turns caring for him.

Hades was already recovering quickly in the rudimentary hospital, but Herrela's food forced him to spend a few more days fully regaining his conscious awareness.

When the fractures in his hands and arms had mostly healed, he fled this place of trouble as soon as possible.

Of course, before leaving, Hades cooked a meal for Herrela's family. He saw Herrela's sister almost crying as she ate...

Don't abuse your sister...

After returning to his remote little shack, Hades tidied up a bit, then sat down at his desk and began to ponder.

He had done some simple speculation while recuperating, but due to anemia and poisoning (later, it was the food), he hadn't been able to properly organize his current information.

This battle with Lord Razael made Hades realize something.

Hades unconsciously stroked his chin. Perhaps he had been ignoring his special constitution all along, attributing it solely to his poor personality.

But, could it be that Hades is an Untouchable?

The most compelling direct evidence for this conclusion was the sudden weakening of Psychic Power during the battle with the Alien Lord Razael, and the subsequent backlash from the sudden disappearance of Psychic Power.

If he was an Untouchable, then many things would fall into place – why people instinctively disliked him, especially the Psyker Typhon, whose dislike for him was particularly obvious.

– Why touching even slightly complex mechanical devices would cause them to break down.

The answer was simple: he was an Untouchable.

But why hadn't this Untouchable trait manifested when he was younger? Could it be that this constitution grows with him?

Hades closed his eyes and carefully replayed the battle scene with the Alien Lord Razael. Frame by frame, the images floated in his mind. He replayed these scenes over and over...

The splattering blood, the crackling white flashes, the strangely glowing stone.

Then, he "saw" it!!!

The images in his memory suddenly began to lose their clarity like faded old photographs. Centered on that strange stone, Hades's world was fading, collapsing—

He suddenly stood again on the winding path on Morava Mountain. Lord Razael roared at him with a distorted face. Everything was like slow motion. He watched everything around him darken, turn black and white—

Except for the crackling white light of Psychic Sorcery and the stone with its ominous green aura, And beneath the green stone, another cluster of flames suddenly appeared.

Finally, everything, including his senses, disappeared. Reason seemed to be nailed down. Hades couldn't think, acting only on instinct.

Hades felt like he was floating in a void. There seemed to be something enticing directly in front of him.

He wanted to reach out and grab those things, but he found that he couldn't move.

But those things... were tempting. Hades felt like an empty, dark crack. He needed some of those lights.

He struggled to grab them like a drowning man.

He didn't know how long it took, but as Hades gradually focused his will on the perceived light, his position changed—he felt himself transforming.

He felt himself extending forward. The lights seemed to be trembling, screaming—they were afraid, but Hades had no senses, so did they really exist?

Hades first successfully submerged the shining white light, then greedily drove himself towards the direction of the green light.

But as he approached, he realized that there were tiny fragments of rotten flesh and pus floating around the stone.

He grumbled in dissatisfaction, but didn't think much of it, and did the same thing, immersing the green stone.

However, just as he had completely swallowed these things—

Hades instantly became alert. In that secret, great garden, at the end of the river that flowed with immortal pus year-round, in the dilapidated old mansion standing at the edge of the world, beside the tattered, endless cauldron of sores, something seemed to have looked over.

He had disturbed His dream.

Disturbed His play with future toys.

Without hesitation, Hades instantly withdrew himself. He seemed to suddenly fall into a sitting position in front of the desk. The immense reality squeezed Hades, and he hit his head on the desk with a "thud."

The sudden return of his senses stimulated Hades. He was dragged out of a pitch-black room where there had been no sound and thrown into a crazy disco filled with screams and vomit.

His brain was shaking. Hades held his head, convulsing uncontrollably. The amplitude was too great, and he fell straight from the chair, whimpering and roaring on the ground.

Mortarion, who was discussing the terrain with the observation team leader, suddenly looked up from the strategic map, frowning as he looked into the distance.

A chill ran down his spine.

He felt something higher watching him.

The observation team captain looked at Mortarion, "My lord, is there a problem?"

Mortarion blinked. He was certain there were no issues in the vicinity.

Perhaps it was an illusion.

A voice echoed in his mind, Is it truly an illusion?

"Nothing."

Mortarion said softly, "Continue the report."

When the long night of Barbarus was halfway over, Hades, who had been writhing on the ground clutching his head, finally quieted down.

Hades propped himself up on his elbows, gasping for breath.

Now he felt it.

That place just now was the Warp.

In the Warp, Hades was a void of tearing, slowly and irresistibly devouring all light.

Each time he devoured a bit of light, the black void grew a little larger.

He... his previous actions... had alarmed ■■.

No, no, when he devoured Lord Razael, he didn't feel that way—that stone, it was that stone!

That stone was ■■'s return gift for the sacrifice of Lord Razael!!!

Fuck!!!

Hades felt a little better. He wiped the sweat from his face haphazardly and forced himself to sit back on the bed.

He looked at his hand. After devouring the Psychic Power from that stone, his originally tiny void had suddenly grown larger. Now he seemed to be able to feel his void.

Before, this ability was too weak. Hades couldn't even perceive it, but after devouring the Psychic Power on that stone, this power grew rapidly!

He could feel a part of his body screaming for him to accept it.

He would... become whole.

But, was all of this a conspiracy of the Warp?

An Untouchable's projection in the Warp is similar to a black hole.

The protagonist's setting is similar to an Untouchable.