In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft

Chapter 252: The Peaceful Route and the Genocide Route

With the arrival of the three great powers, the Warp surged and churned.

In eras past, the will of one god had never been able to completely subjugate that of another.

Even at the absolute height of His power, armed with His crystal staff, Tzeentch could not overcome the combined will of the other three gods.

The four gods had always opposed and balanced each other out. That was, until now, when a single entity shattered this equilibrium single-handedly.

"Khorne, look at the state of You. You shouldn’t have clashed with him. Telling him the method to leave and sending him off is the best solution."

The voice arrived before the speaker did. Tzeentch’s voice drifted from the void, sounding earnest and full of well-meaning advice.

Had Zeke not seen the schadenfreude hidden beneath those cunning, avian eyes, he might have genuinely believed this was some great philanthropist. (TL/N: Schadenfreude is the experience of pleasure, joy, or self-satisfaction derived from learning about or witnessing the troubles, failures, or humiliation of others.)

"Let’s all sit down and have a proper chat," Nurgle, the second to arrive, said. His face beamed like a spring breeze, brimming with smiles.

In this timeline, Zeke hadn’t yet burned down Nurgle’s Garden, so Nurgle’s attitude toward him was exceptionally kindly. Of course, this might also have had something to do with Zeke initiating Peaceful Mode.

Slaanesh, the youngest god, nodded repeatedly. Exactly! Since fighting him is out of the question, sitting down for a proper chat is the only option left.

However, everything ultimately depended on Zeke’s intentions—whether he was willing to talk, whether he had the mind to negotiate. This was the crux of the day.

The four gods of the Warp knew this perfectly well. Their gazes uniformly fell upon Zeke.

"You four are far more polite than the ones in my timeline," Zeke spoke. "All this fighting and killing is boring. Since you want to talk, I’ll play along."

All he sought was a path toward a better future for the Warhammer universe. Since the four gods were willing to negotiate, he naturally had no reason to refuse.

At these words, all four gods quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

With Khorne’s fate laid bare before them, every god present feared for their own safety.

Zeke clapped his hands. Using the Blueprint mod, he instantly constructed a massive wooden "matchbox" building on the ground.

"Come inside. We’ll sit and talk." Zeke pushed open the wooden door and stepped in first.

Inside the room was a large round table and a few chairs. Zeke strode over and took the head seat. No one objected.

Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh took their seats in turn. Khorne, His temper completely smoothed over, was the last to sit down. His expression was gentle, a stark contrast to His usual violent demeanor.

Just as the wooden door was about to close, a green hand slipped through the crack.

Two Greenskin Ork heads squeezed their way in through the gap. Gork and Mork stood at the doorway, gazing at a room full of Gods they couldn’t afford to provoke.

As gods, They had to fight for a glimmer of survival for Their race. This was the very reason they had appeared here.

"Come on in." Zeke raised a hand in an inviting gesture.

Gork and Mork quickly stepped inside, found a corner, and stood silently.

"If anyone else wants to join, hurry up," Zeke called out toward the door.

Before his voice even faded, a fierce Warp wind, swirling with emotions and ideologies, violently pushed the wooden door open. Several figures materialized from the void and flooded inside one after another.

The commotion Zeke had caused was simply too massive. Many minor gods had also smelled the approaching storm and converged here, hoping to snatch some firsthand information from this meeting.

The Laughing God Cegorach scrutinized Zeke, scanned the room, and eventually strolled over to the corner where Gork and Mork were standing before taking a seat.

A sweet smile hung on the T’au Goddess T’au’va’s lips. She gave Zeke a slight nod and also walked over to the ’kids’ table’.

The Peaceful Mode Zeke had activated aligned to some extent with the Greater Good the T’au race believed in. Coupled with Zeke’s own tyrannical strength, if they could pull this person to their side...

There were also some much weaker, inconsequential entities lurking deep in the shadows. They didn’t dare fully expose themselves to Zeke’s line of sight, but they were unwilling to miss this grand event either.

Zeke waited a moment longer, until the tardy Emperor finally arrived and took His seat, before standing up to gently close the wooden door.

The Emperor sat down beside Zeke. Zeke rapped his knuckles on the table, drawing the attention of every god present.

"To keep it short, I believe you all have noticed the change in the universe. You can call it ’Peaceful Mode.’ The first topic of today’s meeting is to gather your thoughts on this mode."

The combined vision of the gods present practically encompassed the entire Warhammer universe. From their mouths, Zeke could learn the profound impacts Peaceful Mode was having on the universe, allowing him to better grasp this rule.

Tzeentch’s mind spun rapidly. If I speak ill of this mode, will this guy just erase Me on the spot?

No. I absolutely cannot be the first to speak. He quietly shot a glance at His three peers and chose to remain silent.

The silence lasted only a moment before Nurgle spoke up first.

His stomach wobbled with laughter as a meaty hand slapped the table. From the mist forming above the tabletop, a scene from the mortal realm slowly materialized:

It was brimming with vitality. Viruses and biological life coexisted, intertwining and relying upon one another.

"Peaceful Mode? I think it’s quite wonderful. My children can coexist with the living creatures of the mortal realm. Although there is some loss, if the hosts carrying the viruses can live better, the viruses can spread much wider. In the long run, this is a good thing."

Grandfather Nurgle had always believed in inclusion. His blessings were fundamentally meant to make living beings ignore the pain caused by the viruses, thereby allowing them to carry more of His children.

Zeke’s Peaceful Mode had forged an entirely new, vastly wider path of inclusion for Him.

Slaanesh twisted Her seductive body and pulled a mirror from Her sleeve. The mirror reflected two originally irreconcilable species now entangled together, indulging in boundless pleasure.

"To Me, without hostility and war, those emotions must find another outlet. And love and desire are the very best destinations."

Tzeentch cursed them both out in His mind. Peaceful Mode severed the roots of countless negative emotions; it was absolutely detrimental to the evil gods of the Warp.

These two are only talking about the good parts and completely ignoring the bad! They are clearly just sucking up! Utterly despicable and fake!

He glanced at Khorne sitting at the far end of the table. That gentle expression forced the words Tzeentch had prepared to say right back down His throat. Ultimately, it morphed into a single sentence:

"I also agree with the two of them."

As He finished speaking, He stealthily reached out an avian claw and plucked one of His own feathers. The feather transformed into a blank sheet of white paper between His fingers, silently drifting toward Gork and Mork in the corner.

Tzeentch couldn’t afford to offend Zeke Himself. So, He would find someone who shared His thoughts to act as a mouthpiece.

"May I offer a few thoughts?" Mork chimed into the conversation.

Greenskin Orks naturally relied on fierce slaughter in war to rapidly evolve, unlock higher technology through combat, and hone their adaptability.

Zeke’s Peaceful Mode was essentially pulling the firewood from beneath the cauldron, completely uprooting the entire potential of the Ork race.

As Mork spoke, He couldn’t help but shoot nervous, furtive glances at Zeke...

The Emperor also shared His views. Being in the spirited and ambitious era of the Great Crusade, He was not very supportive of Peaceful Mode. All xenos should simply be eradicated. He thought.

Zeke looked thoughtful. It was true that Peaceful Mode altered far too many things. No one knew if it might cause any hidden dangers.

"Peaceful Mode is indeed an interesting path. But Zeke, you possess a better method, do you not?" the Emperor asked.

This single sentence completely cleared the fog in Zeke’s mind. With the Creative Mode he possessed, he would inevitably find a better method sooner or later. Thinking of this, Zeke fully made up his mind.

"From this point onward, I shall name this timeline the ’Peaceful Route.’ I will no longer exert any interference upon it. I will simply let go and quietly observe exactly where it can lead."

"Peaceful Route...?" Tzeentch raised an eyebrow. "What is this ’Peaceful Route’? Why do I get the feeling you’ll eventually create a control experiment? Like... a ’Genocide Route,’ for example?"

"Tzeentch, I have already shown immense restraint in this timeline. I merely activated Peaceful Mode. I didn’t even kill Khorne when He opposed me. The Warp and realspace still mutually depend on each other. But there is actually another way, isn’t there?"

Zeke flashed an incredibly bright smile, one that made Tzeentch’s skin crawl.

Zeke’s words plunged several of the gods present into an abyss of despair, but his subsequent words yanked them right back from the edge.

"If you are unsatisfied with life on the Peaceful Route, I can simply create a brand-new world for you to live in. It’s not a difficult task for me."

Zeke had never set a precedent for creating a new world before, but he was absolutely certain he could achieve it.

A new world! The Goddess T’au’va and Gork and Mork almost simultaneously raised their heads, a brilliant light suddenly igniting in their eyes.

The T’au race was already obscure and insignificant in this vast universe; to have a new world to develop in was exactly what they desperately wished for. The same went for the Greenskins—their craving to evolve through war required fresh soil to be irrigated with blood.

The meeting concluded in an atmosphere where everyone was delighted.

And at this moment, the timeline Zeke currently occupied had silently undergone earth-shattering changes.

And because of this through the help of Reaper’s Scythe, Zeke had successfully locked onto his own main timeline.

He was also preparing to depart and reinforce Terra in the main timeline.

He hadn’t forgotten how the four gods of the main timeline had calculated against him step by step.

Some mistakes simply did not deserve forgiveness.