Wheel of Fortune 21

In the vast, boundless Warhammer universe, a tiny planet drifted silently. From the distant reaches of space, it appeared as a blurry, yellow-green sphere – Barbarus.

Within this world's trajectory existed countless ordinary, insignificant individuals.

They were born into this world, struggled to live, and then died in obscurity.

Without knowing why they were born, without knowing why they died.

Yet they clung to life, obsessed, greedy – savoring the taste of life, struggling to live, unwilling to die.

Just like humans on countless other worlds.

Perhaps the humans of Barbarus were better or worse than those of other worlds?

Regardless, centuries of life had accustomed these humans, whose average lifespan was less than twenty stellar years.

Life was a habit. People busied themselves revolving around their own inertia. In their brains, incapable of grasping more, inertia was the law. Maintain inertia, maintain life, survive.

Like silent livestock whose vocal cords had been corroded by poisonous fog, they toiled day after day on the barren lands of Barbarus, living day after day in eternal oppression and fear.

Perhaps, on some day in the past centuries, one of them had erupted in anger against this oppression, in fury against this fear! He had risen up, grabbed a blade, and faced the tyrant's oppression head-on!

But regardless, he had certainly failed.

Those who made changes had long since died, and the history of humanity on the planet continued as always, maintaining its established trajectory according to inertia.

The planet silently revolved around its star. The god of fate was silent, speechless, inactive.

Until the arrival of that infant pod that fell from the sky.

Until the Lord of Death descended from the high mountains, shrouded in perpetual poisonous fog.

The gears of fate, completely stagnant and repetitive for centuries, received instructions from the Overgod. The loose, decaying gears began to close, the ash-filled machine began to operate, the gears clicked and clacked, slowly turning.

The meticulously woven fate began to turn.

The protagonist was a distinguished guest from beyond the stars, the supporting characters were slaves repeating a script for centuries.

It happily simmered its wonderful broth, everything prepared, everything complete.

Seven careful weavings, seven heartfelt blessings, seven ingredients simmered, seven centuries of preparation.

Sevenfold blessing, sevenfold curse, sevenfold destiny, the thick soup already emitted an alluring aroma.

All things decay, but life persists.

The benevolent Grandfather Nurgle had prepared everything for his beloved son. He watched over his unique son.

In Grandfather Nurgle's eternally unchanging great garden, a designated place had long been reserved for his darling!

On the most beautiful, most fertile, most enchanting, most comfortable soil in that great garden, on the most adorable, most heartwarming, most cozy, most pleasant wilderness that could be seen from the windows of Grandfather Nurgle's manor –

Fleshly pustules were tirelessly licked by diligent rot flies, thick phlegm scars were reluctantly donated by adorable devourer bees, calamitous dry bones stood out from the stinking, viscous liquid, and nauseating rotten flesh was transformed into soft, warm ground.

Nurglings chirped and sang in the branches, Great Unclean Ones offered their treasured possessions, scabies bees buzzed, rot flies droned, and plague toads happily praised Grandfather Nurgle's benevolence in the pus!

This was such a warm family! Every member was nervously and eagerly preparing a warm and comfortable home for this soon-to-arrive child. When he arrived, countless dirty filth would break out of the ground under Grandfather Nurgle's command, and endless fleshly pustules would rise from the ground under Grandfather Nurgle's gaze. The child's favorite residence would be presented to him in its entirety.

That child, that poor child who had not yet embraced Grandfather Nurgle, he would love it here, he would praise everything!

Oh, how great is Grandfather Nurgle! How great is Grandfather Nurgle!

All the life in the great garden couldn't help but smile when they thought of this soon-to-arrive darling, that lucky child! They quietly blessed him in their hearts.

However.

However.

However.

An uninvited guest had secretly ascended the stage of repetition and stagnation.

A spectator from afar applauded before Grandfather Nurgle could.

Immersed in simmering the broth of fate, Grandfather Nurgle overlooked those sufficiently minute changes, allowing those most insignificant changes to accumulate.

He overlooked it.

Changes outside of fate and changes within fate came to him simultaneously. The former was too small, the latter too troublesome.

No! His child would be his! Mortarion, his darling! You cannot take him away!

Grandfather Nurgle waved his arm to drive away that annoying fellow from afar, while Nurglings busily threw suitable ingredients into the soup pot.

Grandfather Nurgle grumbled as he dealt with his old enemy, which once again reluctantly drew his attention.

The visitor from outside the world thus gained a chance to breathe in the gap where Grandfather Nurgle's gaze swept past.

The Lord of Change was screaming, the script repeated thousands of times, seen by all, was about to end!!!

Change, change, change, unfathomable, change from outside the world!

Ninefold transformation, ninefold subversion, nine layers of mockery, the threads of fate were ceaselessly renewed!

Abandon those fascinating and amazing pasts, presents, and futures!

Change itself was the reward, change itself was the purpose, the change of change condensed infinite mysteries, all things in the world obeyed rules, and rules were nothing more than contempt and restraint for all of this!

It saw this wonderful change, the Warp's chaotic and uncertain time revealing endless variations to it, detached from the mysteries of the world itself.

Arrogant shrieks pierced everything, ecstatic shrieks disturbed everything!

It shrieked, and the maze of endless change began its dance of transformation once more, the creatures imprisoned within, lost within, once again beginning their escape through endless change.

Break the rules, pluck at fate, tease the world.

[Emperor's Dream]

"Sir, an Omega-level interference distortion has appeared in the Warp sector near us. Warp jumps are expected to become difficult within six stellar months."

"Except... Warp jumps towards a specific direction. The Warp in that direction is quite stable."

+This is an invitation, this is a clear indication+

+This is a transaction+

The golden eyes, filled with the wisdom of humanity from ancient times to the present, now shimmered with brilliance.

Warning:

The next few chapters are painful, very painful, extremely painful!

Readers who can't handle it are advised to skip directly to chapter 29 and not read these chapters!!!

Readers who enjoy a brutal style can read directly.

Believe in Grandfather Nurgle and gain eternal life!!!

Look at this author, he not only believes in Nurgle, but also in Khorne. Moreover, he also likes Tzeentch very much.

But I don't like Slaanesh.

I'm laying my cards on the table, I'm a Chaos supporter. (Of course, the protagonist is with the Imperium.)