What kind of golden finger is this, refund!!!

## Chapter 12 11. What kind of Cheat is this? Refund!!!

The dim and brief daylight on Barbarus slowly arrived, and weary people silently awoke from the nightmares of the night.

The sounds of activity gradually emerged from the settlement.

But for the moment, none of this concerned Hades.

Inside Hades's earthen hut, he sat cross-legged on his bed, eyes closed in contemplation, motionless, his breathing almost imperceptible, as if he were dead.

Having just experienced the Warp, Hades gradually began to perceive his "power."

He had become "whole."

Just as a Psyker can sense their Psychic Power and soul, Hades could also sense his own "Untouchable" power.

Psykers can sense Psychic Power; they can feel it surrounding them, and with training, they can use and manipulate it.

And Hades, as an Untouchable, also felt a power unique to himself, like a Psyker.

He could clearly "see" that, centered on himself, circles of black light radiated outwards, the blackness fading the further away they went, eventually dissipating, revealing the normal world.

The closer to him, the more black and white and distorted the world became, until, near Hades's body, it was a layer of pure black void.

He tried to sense himself and discovered that he, too, was a void.

Is this what it means to be an Untouchable?

Hades continued to hold his breath and concentrate. As his perception expanded and focused, the black light emanating from him began to fade, but at the same time, the distance the black light could reach gradually increased.

He also tried to change the shape of these black emanations, but found that he could not recreate the state he was in during the battle; his black field remained a simple sphere.

As the black field extended, Hades could even "see" some faint white light in the slightly further distance.

This was the furthest the black light could reach; beyond that, Hades could not perceive anything.

And when the black light barely touched the white light, it automatically began to erode it little by little. Because Hades had diluted the black light to its limit, and because of the distance, this erosion was almost negligible.

But Hades could clearly sense that he was "devouring" this white light.

He paused, a little puzzled, to sense this white light—

—Wait, this white light is in the location of... his neighbor Lazar?

So, he was eroding a human's soul??!!

Hades instantly retracted his "black field," desperately trying to compress his black aura, but ultimately, Hades miserably discovered that he could only control it within a spherical range of five meters in radius. Trying to shrink it further seemed impossible—the blackness had almost formed a tangible void.

Hades suddenly opened his eyes, cold sweat pouring down. He seemed to realize why people spontaneously disliked him, avoided him, and even hurt him.

This was just a subconscious self-preservation behavior when their souls were being harmed, because Hades had been unconsciously eroding their souls?!

Wait, what about Herrela, who had always been so good to him???

Hades suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore...

Stay rational, stay rational.

Hades began to carefully recall his usual behavior from his memories, and then realized that his previous power was too weak, far from the scale it had reached after the fight with the Alien Lord Lazar.

In other words, he might have caused soul damage to others before, but not as much harm as he could potentially cause now.

Hades silently breathed a sigh of relief.

But a sense of annoyance still floated in his heart: those who were good to him and close to him would suffer the most from his unconscious harm.

Is this what it means to be an Untouchable?

In the lore, ordinary soldiers fighting alongside an Untouchable would experience a loss of morale at best, and convulsions and unconsciousness at worst. And if they stayed within the Untouchable's range of influence for a long time, it could even drive them insane.

Even if his constitution was weak before, and he was unconsciously opening up his perception to its maximum range, they often acted together, and accumulation could lead to problems.

Damn it.

Is this the so-called Cheat that comes with being transmigrated? How did it become a double-edged sword for him?

Hades tried in vain to shrink his black field again, but clearly, the black field trembled, and the range didn't change significantly.

Perhaps he should practice more often?...

Just as Hades was immersed in thought, a "bang, bang" knocking sound suddenly came.

"Hades, it's me~ Why haven't you gone to work in the fields yet? Is your injury still not healed?"

"I cooked some porridge for you, open the door quickly."

Herrela's worried voice suddenly rang out outside the door, and Hades abruptly sensed a small bit of white light. Alarmed, he immediately stood up and ran to the corner furthest from the door.

The door was immediately out of his range.

Crap... what to do?

Cold sweat dripped down Hades's face. He pretended to clear his throat, "Um... Herrela, just leave the bowl outside, I'm not feeling well and don't really want to get up. Thanks for bringing me porridge."

Herrela's slightly worried voice rang out again, "Are you really okay, Hades? Why don't you open the door, and I'll take another look at you?"

"It's nothing, really, I'm just tired. I was sleeping and didn't feel like getting out of bed to open the door."

"Okay," Herrela said, seeing Hades' insistence. Although worried, she didn't think much of it, assuming Hades was just tired.

"I put the porridge on your windowsill, remember to drink it while it's hot."

"Okay, okay, okay."

"I'm leaving then, get some rest."

"Bye, bye, bye bye bye."

Only when Herrela's footsteps faded away did Hades cautiously open the door. The bowl of steaming white porridge was indeed on the windowsill, filled with a lot of white rice, more than a breakfast portion.

Hades recalled Herrela's wisp of white light, which was noticeably dimmer than his neighbor Lazar's.

Hades' heart twitched.

Damn it, this is just great.

Should he not be touching people?

Filled with anger and self-abandonment, Hades violently tried to compress his domain again, veins bulging, sweating profusely—but in the end, the domain's range remained unchanged.

Damn it!

Hades collapsed back into the room, clutching his head in despair.

There was only one way: to leave this human settlement.

In fact, if he completely disregarded contact with people... his "Untouchable" ability was quite useful.

Currently, every creature on Barbarus has a soul. Hades knew he couldn't devour them instantly, but as long as he compressed the blackness to a certain extent, he should be able to suppress them to some degree.

And powerful Untouchables can even make soul creatures subconsciously "erase" their existence from their minds, achieving a 100% "invisible camouflage."

Hades calculated in his mind that if he insisted on staying in this settlement, and didn't want to hurt anyone, he wouldn't be able to carry out combat missions anymore—the Death Guard needed at least two people to operate as a team, so he would have to engage in tasks far from people and completely non-combat related.

Like a lot of farming.

Ugh... Hades didn't want to stay here tilling the land until the Emperor arrived.

Although he had always considered himself the number one slacker, and his previous combat missions were just chopping up mobs, if Hades was really asked to live like this... sorry, he really couldn't do it.

What's more, he now had the "Untouchable" ability.

People with this ability are inherently unsuitable for living in normal human society; they are destined to be warriors.

Perhaps he should take a gamble?

Through the Death Guard's training and battles, Hades was no longer the weak boy who could only flee in panic when facing the Pale Laugher.

Now, wielding a scythe, he could even reap the lives of a group of Pale Laughers.

He must never passively wait for disaster to befall him; before that, he must seize every second to become stronger.

He must never wait passively!!!

Hades looked around his small house. Inside, there was only a bed and a table, with neatly stacked notes on the table, farming tools hanging quietly on the wall, and a coil of rope he usually made by the door. These simple and monotonous things were his entire life for the past few years.

Hades stood up, his mind made up.

Hee hee hee, I wasn't thorough enough when writing the settings, so here's a patch.

The protagonist is "similar to an Untouchable," so please consider this as a "system" type of Cheat (;Д｀).

Later, the protagonist will have two Cheats. I'm very sorry, because my poor brain really can't figure out how to fight in the Warhammer world without Cheats.

Otherwise, it's too grimdark, but later there will be times when the protagonist is tricked by the "Cheat." (Probably, as long as I don't change the outline.)

Holy crap, I think I can sign a contract! Let me study how to sign it, holy crap, the first step to being a failure!