Good news? Bad news?

Chapter 40 38. Good News? Bad News?

Endurance, Space Marine personal quarters.

Now.

"So, that's roughly it."

"I see..."

Mortarion succinctly recounted the current situation to Hades.

Hades sat on the bed, silently recalling Mortarion's words in his mind.

In short, if Hades were to rephrase Mortarion's words in his own language, it would be:

Actually, I'm a Primarch, which is a super awesome kind of human.

My biological father, the Emperor, found me. He's an invincible, galaxy-level warlord and emperor, an even more awesome human than me. He plans to give me a super powerful Space Marine legion and send me to liberate the galaxy.

And we were both saved by him and are now on the spaceship he promised me.

Oh, by the way, the universe is what you know as the sky of Barbarus.

You've also been modified and become a very powerful Space Marine.

Don't worry, once I get that super powerful Space Marine legion, I definitely won't forget you. Just tell me what you want.

Uh... Instead of giving Hades a simple introduction to the world, Mortarion was more straightforward than he expected.

Hades pretended not to know anything on the surface, and when Mortarion got to the important points, he started acting.

"Oh! Heavens! So that's how it is! No wonder!"

Please use these short sentences with different tones and repeat them.

Hades noted the new vocabulary Mortarion had mentioned. He didn't want to accidentally reveal his knowledge as a transmigrator, so it was best to only repeat the words Mortarion had used in the following conversation.

Later, Hades would find some information to study and pretend to learn more about the Imperium's vocabulary.

Mortarion sat aside, quietly waiting for Hades to digest the information.

"By the way... because of the previous battle, your left brain and left eye..."

Mortarion pointed to the upper part of his left face.

Huh? Oh right, he seemed to have been pinned down by Nac'Lare's scythe and sent flying.

Hades subconsciously reached out to touch the left side of his head.

A metallic texture, completely different from skin, came from his fingertips.

Sigh...

Wait, what?!

Hades' pupils dilated in shock.

He hadn't even realized something was wrong here?!

Seeing Hades' shock, Mortarion waved his hand.

In less than a minute, the door to the room opened, and a Servitor walked in, holding a mirror.

Thick wires were exposed on the Servitor's skin, but they seemed to have been carefully managed. The deep black wires were not messy, but instead gave a sense of clear order.

The moss-green servant's clothes were tailored to fit perfectly, and a huge Death Guard symbol and the Roman numeral fourteen were printed on the back of the servant's clothes.

The male's face had no scars and was of the more handsome type. A string of numbers was printed on his cheek.

The servant wore a perfect smile and quickly walked in, holding the mirror with both hands in an almost kneeling posture.

Although Hades was a transmigrator and knew about Servitors in the Warhammer world.

But... when Hades saw a real Servitor... he still felt a bit emotional.

Giving the transmigrator a little Warhammer shock.

Mortarion noticed Hades' gaze towards the Servitor. He took the mirror from the Servitor and waved for the Servitor to leave.

"This is a Servitor, they gave it to me."

"I don't really like these things, they are not humans in the true sense."

Mortarion handed the mirror to Hades.

He pushed back his chair and stood up.

"I'll wait for you outside, Hades."

"Take some time to calm down by yourself, and I'll take you for a tour of the Endurance later."

The door closed with a click.

Hades didn't move.

Although the servitor from earlier had startled him, it was only a slight emotional ripple. What concerned him more was...

When the servitor had entered, Hades had instinctively contracted his Null Field, only to discover that it was now confined beneath his skin!

Previously, Hades hadn't paid attention to his own condition, due to just waking up, the apparent safety of his surroundings, and the need to engage in conversation with Mortarion.

Now that Hades was alone, he realized his current state was exceptionally strange.

Hades raised the mirror in his hand. In it, the scar bisecting his left cheek, the glowing red bionic eye, and the metallic sheen of his left brain hemisphere were strikingly visible.

But Hades knew that his Null Field was supposed to insulate him from anything "mechanical."

He'd have to worry about whether his brain was mechanical later.

Hades closed his eyes and began to sense his Null Field with his mind.

In the empty, black space, a small, pure black humanoid figure floated.

Hades tried to contract his Null Field.

Unlike before, even though Hades had contracted his Null Field to a degree he had never achieved before, he could still easily manipulate it, even change its shape, and compress it further inward.

When the Null Field was finally compressed to the size of a basketball, Hades could no longer compress it any further.

So, he began to try expanding it.

Hades initially controlled the range of the Null Field carefully, afraid of it touching the mechanical half-brain, but as the Null Field expanded, Hades was surprised to find that his Null Field couldn't break through his skin?!

How could this be???

Hades tried to forcibly expand his Null Field again, but each time, it reached his skin and could expand no further.

Hades thought for a moment and began to try to make the Null Field touch the mechanical half-brain.

Sure enough, the Null Field was as if imprisoned, unable to touch the mechanical half-brain at all, only able to move around in the area of the right half of his brain.

Hades was silent.

If the Null Field could only exist beneath his skin, did that mean he could use mechanical tools?

The good news was that he could use machines; the bad news was that the Null Field couldn't expand as it used to.

But...

Although Hades was a pragmatist, he currently had no clue about himself or the Null Field.

Hades had no idea why he had transmigrated for no good reason, nor did he know what the Null Field was, or why these changes had occurred.

He only knew that since he had transmigrated, he had to find a way to survive.

Even if he didn't know what the Null Field was, it was fine as long as it was useful.

Suddenly, Hades fell into deep self-doubt.

Could this be a conspiracy of Tzeentch?

Wait, something seems wrong here? What am I forgetting?

Hades shook his head. Why does it feel like my brain isn't working after waking up?

Damn it, could this really all be a conspiracy of Tzeentch?!

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