[Current life-form deceased.] [Initiating... Reanimation Protocols.]
"I... fuck... your... ancestors..."
In endless darkness, Liu Zhipeng's consciousness cursed eighteen generations of ancestors of the damned Tomb World's master program, which he had never even met, using the vilest, most ancient, mysterious Eastern language he could think of.
"Is this how you do your job?! Huh?! Couldn't you put the spare bodies somewhere safe? You dumped one in the Aeldari's backyard and another in an Ork nest! Are you a fucking mole?! Did Chaos pay you off?!"
[Reanimation Protocols activated. Transferring consciousness to final reserve body.]
"Final?!"
Liu Zhipeng's heart clenched.
"This is the last one?"
This time, he had learned his lesson.
He did not open the sarcophagus immediately. Instead, he calmed himself and carefully examined the sensations of this new body.
Energy... plentiful. All bodily functions were intact.
Then he attempted to connect to the Tomb World's network using his Overlord privileges.
[Connection request sent...] [Connection denied.] [Reason for denial: unknown protocol conflict.]
"What the fuck?"
Liu Zhipeng was dumbfounded. His own Tomb World had actually denied him access?
What was this supposed to be? An employee blocking the boss?
He suppressed his anger and began analyzing the situation carefully.
This time, he had to find out what was outside before he opened the coffin.
Carefully, he activated this body's sensory systems. Energy waves, sonar, thermal imaging... he silently brought every available scanning module online at its lowest power setting.
Soon, data on his surroundings began flowing into his cognitive core.
[Environmental analysis: enclosed space. Metal structure. Energy level: low. Life signs: one, carbon-based, partially mechanized.] [Audio analysis: ambient noise, machinery in operation. Regular, low chanting detected...]
He amplified the audio signal and filtered out the noise.
A binary data stream composed