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Endurance, Space Marine quarters.

Now.

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"So, that was roughly the situation."

"So that was how it was."

Mortarion briefly explained the current situation to Hades.

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

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In short, if Hades were to put Mortarion's words into his own terms, they would be—

Actually, I'm a primarch, a ridiculously awesome kind of human.

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

The two of us were saved by him, and we're now aboard the spaceship he promised to give me.

Oh, right. The universe means the world above Barbarus's skies.

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

Don't worry. Once I get that incredibly powerful Space Marine Legion, I definitely won't forget about you. Whatever you want, just tell me.

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Uh... compared to Hades's expectation that Mortarion would simply introduce the setting or something, Mortarion had been more straightforward than expected.

On the surface, Hades pretended not to know anything. Whenever Mortarion got to an important point, he began acting.

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

These few short lines could be rotated with different tones.

Hades memorized the new terms Mortarion had mentioned. He did not want to accidentally let slip words that he only knew as a transmigrator. It would be best if, in the following conversation, he only repeated words Mortarion had used.

Later, Hades would find some materials to read and pretend to be learning more vocabulary about the Imperium.

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

"Oh, right. Because of the previous battle, your left brain and left eye..."

Mortarion pointed to the upper left side of his own face.

Hm? Oh, right. It seemed Nac'Lare had pinned his head down with a scythe and smashed him away.

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

A metallic texture completely unlike skin traveled through his fingertips.

Sigh.

Sigh?!

Hades's pupils shook.

He had not noticed anything wrong there at all just now?!

Seeing Hades's shock, Mortarion waved a hand and made a gesture.

Less than a minute later, the room's door opened, and a Servitor entered carrying a mirror.

Thick electrical wires were exposed outside the Servitor's skin, yet they looked as though someone had carefully arranged them. The deep-black wires were not disorderly at all, instead giving an impression of orderly beauty.

The moss-green servant's uniform was tailored quite closely, with a huge Death Guard emblem and the Roman numeral XIV printed on its back.

The male face bore no scars either; it was rather handsome. A string of numbers was printed on his cheek.

With a perfect smile on his face, the servant held the mirror in both hands and quickly approached in a posture that was almost a kneel.

Although Hades was a transmigrator and had known that things like Servitors existed in the Warhammer universe—

When Hades saw a real Servitor, he still felt a slight sense of awe.

Giving a transmigrator a little Warhammer shock.

Mortarion noticed the way Hades was looking at the Servitor. He took the mirror from the Servitor's hands, then waved for him to leave.

"This is a Servitor. They gave them to me."

"I don't really like this sort of thing either. They aren't humans in the true sense."

Mortarion handed the mirror to Hades.

He pushed back his chair and stood.

"I'll wait outside first, Hades."

"Take some time by yourself to calm down. In a while, I'll show you around the Endurance."

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The sound of the door closing rang out.

Hades did not move.

Though the Servitor had startled Hades somewhat, it had only caused a minor emotional ripple. What concerned him more was—

When the Servitor had entered, Hades had instinctively contracted the Null Field, only to discover that it had already shrunk beneath the surface of his body!

Earlier, because he had just awakened, the environment was obviously safe, and he had needed to deal with Mortarion's conversation, Hades had not paid attention to his own condition.

Only now that Hades was alone did he realize how strange his current state was.

Hades raised the mirror in his hand. In it, the scar running through the left side of his face, the bionic eye flashing red, and the metallic sheen of his left brain were especially conspicuous.

But Hades knew that his Null Field had always kept him completely isolated from things like "machinery."

For the moment, he could not worry about whether his brain was mechanical.

Hades closed his eyes and began carefully sensing the Null Field.

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

Hades tried to contract his Null Field.

Unlike before, even after Hades compressed the Null Field to an extent he had never reached before, he could still manipulate it with ease. He could even change its shape and continue compressing it 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 trying to expand the Null Field.

At first, Hades carefully controlled the Null Field's range, afraid that it would touch the mechanical half of his brain. But as it expanded, Hades was shocked to discover that his Null Field could not break through his skin?!

How could that be???

Hades tried forcing the Null Field to expand again, but every time it reached the layer of his skin, it could no longer grow any further.

After thinking for a moment, Hades began trying to make the Null Field touch the mechanical half of his brain.

Sure enough, as if imprisoned, the Null Field could not touch the mechanical half-brain at all. It could only move around within the right half of his brain.

Hades fell silent.

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

The good news was that he could use machinery. The bad news was that the Null Field could no longer expand as it had before.

But—

Though Hades was a pragmatist, up to this point, he had absolutely no clue about himself or the Null Field.

Hades had no idea why he had transmigrated for no reason at all, 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.

Though he did not know what the Null Field was, as long as it was useful, that was enough.

All of a sudden, Hades fell into deep self-doubt.

Could this be Tzeentch's scheme?

Wait, something seemed wrong here? Had he forgotten something?

Hades shook his head. Why did it feel like his brain was not working properly after one sleep?

Fuck, could all of this really be Tzeentch's scheme?!

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