Miracles Cannot Die

Han Mingxuan opened the door and let Corax leave. Whether he left or not, he still owed Han Mingxuan a favor.

"You really are... a non-stick pan."

"Haha, sometimes you need to be a little tactful. Tell me, what's the purpose of your visit?"

"About Magnus."

"There's nothing to discuss here; let's see who has the best skills."

Upon hearing Han Mingxuan's words, Tzeentch was at a loss for words.

Because he could see that he couldn't win.

The reason is simple: Han Mingxuan is too normal.

Yes, he was terrible enough as an old-fashioned idealist.

But what's even more terrifying is...

He is someone who can educate idealists who are just like him, or even more steadfast than him.

Han Mingxuan is a normal, knowledgeable, gentle and wise Teacher.

This trait of his is contrary to the whole world.

Moreover, it contradicts Tzeentch's ideals.

Sometimes even Tzeentch can't believe it.

How did that guy, whose credit was overdue for more than ten thousand years in the Warp, manage to find someone like Han Mingxuan?

How do you find someone who can build a soul for another person?

His education, seemingly changing a person's understanding and perspective, was viewed differently by the Gods of the Warp.

Han Mingxuan changed a person's soul.

Even more remarkably, it reshaped a person's soul!

Those Primarch that were originally destined to fall will ultimately have their essence, their flesh and soul, taken into the possession of the Chaos Gods the moment they Daemonhood.

But now, the souls of these people have become extremely resilient and dazzling!

It cannot be shaken in the slightest.

Tzeentch coveted such a soul.

But such a soul is also the one that causes him the most harm.

Just like I said before.

Positive emotions are like insecticide to the Warp Gods of today.

"I'm here to discuss terms, Mr. Han."

"I wouldn't use my own nephew as a bargaining chip. But if that's what you're talking about, I don't mind giving you a couple of handfuls of glutinous rice."

"You can negotiate with that Premature One. In fact, since you changed his Fated Death, I think we can make a deal."

Oh?

As expected of the Tzeentch, his information network is excellent.

What kind of transaction do you want to make?

"Exchange."

"Exchange? Exchange what?"

"Knowledge and wisdom come at a price; that's what I mean by exchange."

Snap!

Tzeentch spun two and a half times.

"No wonder they wanted me to dig out the soul as soon as possible; it turns out the big bucket makes whoever it hits spin in circles."

"Han Mingxuan! Don't go too far!"

Snap!

Tzeentch spun two and a half times.

"Heh, you bunch of vermin who guard the Realspace, hunting souls on a grand scale, drowning all that is beautiful in a cesspool."

"How dare you come here and ask me to join your evil ways?"

"I am a teacher, a public teacher, officially certified and licensed, and a tenured teacher."

"I used to be overwhelmed by reality and couldn't be a pure idealist, but now I can."

"Teaching and nurturing students is about conscience. You expect me to go against my conscience and fool around with you?"

"Have you had enough of living?! Answer me!"

"Utterly foolish! What do you know? The masses are dull-witted; they only know how to squander knowledge."

"That's precisely the role of Teacher." Han Mingxuan leaned back in his chair. "Teaching and nurturing—if not for the burdens of reality, knowledge is invaluable."

Knowledge should come at a price!

"I said, knowledge is free, but wisdom is priceless."

"You bastard, you're provoking me!"

Snap!

Tzeentch spun two and a half times.

"From the very beginning, you came to humiliate yourself by running up to me. Besides, you've been circling around several times; can't you see I'm provoking you?"

"You're nothing but a pathetic Schemer clings to those moldy books and uses them to fool the masses."

"You? The God of Wisdom? No wonder the people of this world are so brainless."

"Hehehe, I am the God of Wisdom! Past, future, and present!"

"You drag your crippled body around here barking and howling; you have more guts than Khorne."

If we were to say who he, as a character, would be most at odds with in the Warhammer World, it would undoubtedly be Tzeentch.

Both are intelligent beings, but they have different views on this.

In addition, his special identity has gradually allowed him to influence some things, things that Tzeentch fears most.

Hope.

"Let me tell you the truth, not only will I train the Primarch in your plans, but I'll also dig out everything you've drowned."

"Then you'll all be waiting to be killed!"

Upon hearing Han Mingxuan's words, Tzeentch's eyes were filled with only fear.

What did he see?

Behind Han Mingxuan, he saw four figures.

A figure dressed in the armor of an ancient Roman gladiator, with various weapons on his back.

A kind-looking person was holding a medicinal herb in their hand.

He was gentle and refined, holding a quill pen and a book, his eyes filled with kindness and wisdom.

There was another one that made his eyes widen in fury!

A silver-haired woman, bearing a striking resemblance to Slaanesh.

"No! Where did you find these damned ghosts?!"

"We destroyed them long ago, completely destroyed them!"

"Heh heh heh, it seems you've been spending too much time on those pathetic conspiracies. Have you forgotten?"

"What?"

"Miracles are the most unreasonable things; Miracles cannot be killed; believing in Miracles is itself Miracle."

"No! You're crazy! You're a madman!"

"Obsessive idealists are no different from madmen, don't you think?"

"You can't bring them back, you can't do that!"

"Heh, you sat in the Warp, looking down on all living beings, and now you're scared?"

"You don't understand! Wise people only get caught up in endless fighting and violence. Bringing them back won't help!"

"This is a dereliction of duty on your part, you so-called God of Wisdom!"

"As the embodiment of wisdom and hope in this world, you have acted like a coward first."

"Abandon your Positive Authority, abandon your responsibilities, abandon everything, and immerse yourself in Medicine Jar of intrigue, rotting and stinking!"

"You have no idea how brutal the War in Heaven was, you..."

Why didn't you just die back then?

Han Mingxuan's voice was very soft.

It's so light, it's like chatting with a friend.

Yeah, why not just die?

Since the war was so brutal that Positive Authorities could not continue.

Why are you, this god, still alive?

Given the brutality of the war, these so-called gods should have been ashes long ago.

But they didn't die; they are still alive today.

There's only one explanation.

To live a life of ignominy!

Han Mingxuan left the table, walked to stand in front of Tzeentch, and looked directly at him.

"The truth is obvious: you're a cowardly zombie, or a stubborn, cunning zombie who refuses to admit his cowardice, right?"

Han Mingxuan's thinking is very simple.

To be a god is to be an official.

Not for the people?

We can only go back to growing sweet potatoes!

As for those Warp Gods who prey on Mortals, they are not gods, but evil spirits.

It's an evil spirit, it deserves to die!