In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

Chapter 244: Creative Mode Activated

Zeke slowly clenched his fists as he looked around.

He had absolutely no idea which planet or point in time he had landed on. He only knew that this was an endless desert, a soft ocean composed of fine yellow sand.

The sky was a blistering milky white. An unusually dry and scorching breeze occasionally whipped up grit from the ridges of the dunes. The soft yellow sand drifted like wisps of horsehair plumes, gathering into new dunes nearby.

With no battles to fight, Zeke finally emptied his mind and carefully considered his current situation.

The four gods didn’t kill me. Instead, they chose to banish me to another timeline. Their purpose for doing this... After thinking it over, Zeke felt the most likely possibility was that they wanted to take advantage of his absence to conquer Terra. Coincidentally, the Emperor had also fallen in the battle just now. Right now, Terra’s defenses were at their absolute weakest.

Zeke felt a surge of urgency. If that’s really the case, I have to hurry back to Terra as quickly as possible.

Thinking of this, Zeke finally understood why the four gods had expended such massive effort. He had smashed through so many timelines. If he wanted to trace them back one by one, even with the Reaper’s Scythe, it would be impossible to accomplish anytime soon.

Dammit. Zeke stopped his motion of taking a new Reaper’s Scythe out of the Transmutation Table. If I do that, I’ll truly fall right into the four gods’ trap.

To get back quickly, Zeke could only think of one remaining method.

And that was suicide.

Unless absolutely necessary, Zeke had always been reluctant to resort to this method. After all, death was death. Even if, for him, death was merely a brief transit station rather than a true end, the feeling was still abhorrent to him.

If it weren’t for resurrecting Horus, given the Imperium’s current situation, with a little more development, it wouldn’t have been impossible to escape the shadow of the four gods. It wouldn’t have been impossible to reach an ending that could barely be called peaceful.

However, Zeke knew himself. A perfect ending was what he truly desired. Once the other Primarchs returned one after another, he absolutely would still have taken this step; it was merely a matter of time.

As he walked, Zeke climbed to the top of the nearest sand dune. The breeze kicked up the sand at his feet, and he could take in almost the entire surrounding landscape at a glance.

It was just more sand, and more dunes.

The last shred of false hope in Zeke’s heart vanished. Forget it.

Zeke hesitated no longer. He pulled out the Totems of Undying from his inventory and directly stuffed them into the Transmutation Table one by one.

Zeke suddenly felt a bit fortunate—fortunate that he still had this final method. Otherwise, if it were anyone else, they really might not be able to save this cesspit of a world. The very will of this world sought its own destruction. Without a power that transcended the world itself, it would be extremely difficult to stop a train that actively wanted to speed toward its own death.

Zeke hesitated no more.

He fished a Potion of Poison out of his inventory, tilted his head back, and downed it in one gulp.

The venom burned as it slid down his throat. This was the first time Zeke had ever drunk a Potion of Poison, and all he could say was that it didn’t taste very good.

The 100 hearts of health he had gained from eating various delicacies had now become a burden. He waited for a full thirty seconds before his health finally dropped to half a heart.

He calmly stripped off his Armor of Destiny and the Tower Bauble that prevented fall damage. He built a pillar of a few blocks beneath his feet, elevating his position.

The sandy ground was right below him. Zeke instinctively wanted to switch to a water bucket and perform an MLG water clutch.

But he held back, suppressing the urge.

Zeke leaped into the air.

The sound of the wind suddenly stretched in his ears, and the sandy ground rushed up at a cruel speed. Splat.

Zeke only felt a thick darkness violently surge before his eyes. It was as if someone had snuffed out the light source of the entire world in the exact same instant, leaving absolutely nothing.

No pain, no sound, no time, no space.

Death arrived right on schedule.

After an unknown amount of time, two lines of text lit up in the center of the darkness.

[Respawn]

[Title Screen]

It was exactly the same as in Minecraft.

Zeke remained silent in the darkness for a moment, feeling a profound sense of relief.

I knew it! If I could actually die, the four gods would have utterly erased me during our countless clashes. Why go through so much trouble to banish me?

Besides, his health bar had never been the Hardcore mode type; it was just a very ordinary, unremarkable Survival mode. He wouldn’t truly die.

Zeke subconsciously wanted to click [Respawn], but after a thought, he moved to the second option, [Title Screen]. It took so much effort to die and reach this screen; it’d be a shame not to check it out.

He clicked [Title Screen].

A settings page slowly unfolded before him, options listed row by row. Zeke looked through them one by one.

Until he saw [Allow Cheats], and his heart skipped a beat.

"It couldn’t be what I think it is, could it?"

Zeke toggled ’Allow Cheats’ to ON and continued browsing downwards, discovering many other interesting options. For instance, [Open to LAN], which was the option in Minecraft that controlled multiplayer connectivity. Figuring there was no harm in turning it on anyway, Zeke toggled every setting he could, returned to the death screen, and clicked [Respawn].

The darkness began to recede from the corners of his eyes, retreating like the tide as light flooded back into his vision.

The milky-white sky, the endless yellow desert, the dry hot wind, and the scattered dropped items on the ground not far away.

A line of text popped up in the chat box in the corner of his vision:

[Your home bed was missing or obstructed.]

Zeke had still respawned in this desert. His inventory was completely empty, so he ran over and picked all his dropped items back up.

It seems directly dying to return isn’t very realistic. But obviously, that wasn’t the main point. Zeke pulled up the chat box and, with a dry mouth, typed out the code he had been dreaming of.

/gamemode 1

The chat box continued to refresh as mods—both ones Zeke recognized and ones he didn’t—unlocked one by one.

[Avaritia, Unlocked]

[Twilight Forest, Unlocked]

[Blood Magic, Unlocked]

[Draconic Evolution, Unlocked]

The health bar vanished. The hunger bar vanished. His standard inventory vanished, leaving only the neatly arranged nine slots of the hotbar.

Zeke looked down at his hands, then looked up at that endless desert.

Then, he double-jumped on the spot.

His feet left the ground, and his body didn’t fall back down.

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