In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

Chapter 222: Be Greedy When Others Are Fearful: Arriving at the Palace of Pleasure

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The food couldn’t be any more real. It didn’t restore his hunger bar, but it could trigger the max-health-increasing mod.

"Slaanesh, what are you doing? First you send me money, and now you’re sending me delicious food."

Zeke looked at himself with trembling hands, overwhelmed with shame. To think he had actually wanted to break into Slaanesh’s palace and steal Her things! He truly was a massive sinner!

Zeke wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Just a little bit. I’ll just eat for a little bit." Zeke devoured the feast before him like a starving wolf, keeping a close eye on the time.

"Greedy, shallow little bug." Fulgrim watched as Zeke fell into the trap, letting out a sweet, melodious laugh.

In a corner Zeke hadn’t noticed, a bloated, obese man was groaning in agony; his stomach had literally burst open from eating too much food.

"This will be that human’s fate." Fulgrim anticipated Zeke’s end.

However, things didn’t develop as Fulgrim imagined. He discovered that not only did the human before him not swell up in the slightest, but he was actually becoming increasingly terrifying.

Zeke’s maximum health bar was climbing at an astonishing rate: from 30 to 50, then up to 100.

"That’s about enough. Better round it off to a neat 100." Zeke chose to stop. He picked out a pile of delicacies from the table, stuffed them into his inventory, and moved forward without looking back.

This time he made up his mind not to delay any further.

The Circle of Carnality, the Circle of Paramountcy, the Circle of Vainglory, and the Circle of Indolency.

The trials of these four rings corresponded to lust, power, adulation, and sloth, respectively.

As a true Sigma male, Zeke slapped himself hard in the face, slapping away his creepy, lustful expression. Chugging Milk, he calmly crossed through them.

Flesh graceful enough to melt the soul, supreme authority capable of dominating an entire sector, the false hymns of adoration from the masses, and the gentle, soothing beaches that could grind down a hero’s spine.

Zeke passed right through until he reached the end, arriving before Slaanesh’s Palace of Pleasure.

This was the throne of the Dark Prince Slaanesh Himself.

An unimaginably towering fortress sat atop slender, twisted stone pillars.

The high towers coiled around each other in their nest like living, venomous snakes, forming an indescribable mass.

Peering inside its gates revealed extravagance and hedonism far beyond mortal imagination.

Looking back at the six rings he had just traversed...

Who said Slaanesh was bad? Slaanesh was great! She even handed out a wave of supplies right before the big boss fight.

Looking at his 100-point health bar, Zeke smacked his lips. Without any hesitation, he violently smashed open the gates of the Palace of Pleasure.

There was no need for stealth anymore; if he was going to be discovered, he already had been.

Zeke didn’t regret it. The first two rings had provided him with a massive amount of EMC and a huge health bar; paying the price of a little time was extremely worth it.

The inner chambers of the Palace of Pleasure were surrounded by a massive, circular hall hung with countless mirrors, all reflecting Zeke’s image.

The hall was dead silent, but Zeke knew the emptiness was merely an illusion, because the red dots swarming over on his minimap had already given them away.

In the mirrors, Zeke suddenly spun around, striking first to gain the upper hand.

This time, he chose the Emperor’s Sword as his weapon, as it dealt special attack damage against Warp entities. Psychic fire erupted in a fan shape, instantly shattering several mirrors.

Daemonettes of Slaanesh, their expressions lewd and debauched, shrieked as they tumbled out of the broken mirrors. The flames burned upon their slick, slimy skin, scorching their husks until they twisted and dissipated.

"I recognize you, lowly mortal. You ruined that encounter between myself and my dear brother Guilliman."

From the grandest mirror in the center of the hall, a gorgeous, resplendent figure slowly slithered out.

Fulgrim’s legs extended out like a snakeman’s, continuously elongating and fusing together to form a writhing serpentine tail, thick scales appearing across his skin.

Fulgrim’s face was filled with ecstasy, two obsidian horns extending from his forehead as the dagger in his hand thrust toward Zeke from a tricky angle.

Among all his brothers who had defected to the Warp, Fulgrim could be considered the one who had fallen the most completely.

He had entirely discarded his original physical body, ascending to become a Daemon Prince.

" ’Ruined your encounter with Guilliman’—are you referring to this?" In his off-hand, Zeke raised an Adamantine Shield to block the dagger’s strike, while the Crown of Glory dangled from the fingertips of his right hand.

Fulgrim looked at the somewhat familiar human—the one who had once boasted to his face that he would make him suffer—and buried a deep sense of unease at the bottom of his heart before beginning to clamor and taunt.

During the gaps between parries, Zeke sharply perceived a sense of incongruity.

The fact that Fulgrim had appeared here as the primary combatant to block his path meant that Slaanesh Himself was currently not upon His throne. (TL/N: Since Slaanesh doesn’t has a single gender, the author randomly using Her or Him randomly I think? What should I do? Should i leave it as it is or stick to a single gender or call Slaanesh IT or THEY?)

Given the massive commotion Zeke had caused, Slaanesh... should have returned to Her seat long ago.

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In Commorragh, within the Webway:

Amidst the ruins, the assault bikes of the Ynnari streaked through the shattered spires like deadly streams of light.

They had arrived in Commorragh via the Webway.

Yvraine, the leader, stood firm in the howling wind, praying for Zeke in her heart. Sharing Slaanesh as a common enemy, Yvraine had followed the prophecies of the Eldar Farseers, coming here to buy time for Zeke.

It took a great deal of courage to fight her most terrifying enemy, Slaanesh.

On the chest of every elite Ynnari warrior, their Spirit Stones flashed frantically with a faint blue light.

These precious and rare crystals would snatch away the warriors’ souls the moment they fell, saving them from falling into the maw of their Warp nemesis, Slaanesh.

It was precisely this humble resistance against destruction that granted them the courage—as fragile as thin ice—to face their nemesis head-on.

Even so, facing their Great Enemy, Slaanesh, the Ynnari forces were still retreating step by step.

Yvraine dodged the pouncing strike of a Masque Dancer.

She knew full well Slaanesh’s greed and capriciousness. If Zeke truly managed to snatch back the final Crone Sword from that profane palace, the Chaos God would undoubtedly disregard all dignity and forcibly seize the two swords already in her possession back again.

To ensure nothing went wrong, she had already transferred her remaining two Crone Swords to Guilliman via secret envoys.

The reason Yvraine dared to bet everything on a single human was because the Nether dimension Zeke had shown them was indeed suitable for the Eldar to survive in.

If they lost all this, the Eldar still had a way out.

The Ynnari weren’t the main factor holding Slaanesh back. If Slaanesh so desired, these Eldar were nothing more than a minor nuisance that could be swatted away effortlessly.

The most terrifying enemy was hidden in the shadows. Slaanesh roared:

"The Emperor."

Within a cluster of burning golden flames stood the faint, ethereal figure of a middle-aged man.

This was merely a psychic avatar of the Emperor, but it still caused Slaanesh a great deal of trouble; otherwise, She wouldn’t have been delayed in Commorragh for so long.

Slaanesh was feeling increasingly uneasy. This unease didn’t stem from the obstacle before Her, but from the intent behind this obstacle.

She had to break free as soon as possible to uncover the truth.