Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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Slander! This is slander!

Hades knew that he was not a god.

He is a human being.

He wants to keep his human status!

But he clearly couldn't refute those two people.

After a long silence, Hades slowly spoke.

"This is my final warning. I am a human being. Put away your dangerous thoughts."

Kirkland's cheerful voice rang out, with a lively, sizzling ending.

"Yes, sir, you are of course a human being."

Kirkland had already stated his position, and Margot followed suit, speaking up as well.

"Yes, sir, if you say so, then you are."

"I repent for my previous offense, sir."

Margot lowered her head, then raised it again, her eyes sparkling.

"Lord Hades, I now fully understand that you are far more perfect than I imagined."

What did you understand?! Don't misunderstand!

What should he say to turn the tide?

Even so, as long as we don't let them preach, it shouldn't have any impact, right?

Let him think about it—it's too bizarre. Hades always has plans on how to deal with the invasion of chaos, but he never has a solution of his own, as he is called a god.

Hades had a stern face.

“I don’t think you have repented.”

“It seems you need to be punished. I think the dungeons on the Endurance are a good fit for you.”

Margot and Kirkland exchanged a glance, watching Pluto flee in disarray.

A strange revolutionary friendship was forged between two people of vastly different backgrounds.

“I have said that He is humble.”

"Yes, sage."

"And He won't really punish us."

“I believe your words, wise man.”

Chapter 249 Enlightenment

The Death Guard fleet, which docked in the Ruster system, naturally adjusted the rhythm on board to the time of Ruster's main star.

So it's early morning on the Endurance.

The empty cafeteria was dimly lit, and a sense of emptiness and alienation permeated the rows of neat steel dining tables. In the distance, the white light from the corridor dimly illuminated a corner of the ground.

Hadesto grinned, waiting for his midnight snack.

Why did things turn out this way?

Hades believed he had handled the battle quite well, whether it was the Mimanic or the Nurgle cultists who suddenly appeared, Randan or the dark angels behind Randan.

The teammates were great this time, and they really got the game going.

But why, why did it turn out like this?

They've already done their best, so why are they being slandered as gods?

The porridge arrived, and this small bowl of plain white porridge, slightly warm, comforted his heart, which had been broken by Kirkland and Margot.

They actually called Hades inhuman.

What's even more infuriating is that Hades can't win an argument with them.

He was almost caught up in it himself.

To use an imperfect analogy, Hades is now feeling quite defeated, like he lost a lane match, and the price of that defeat is his own human status.

No, he is a human being.

Let's set those two fanatics aside for now and let Hades sort out his own logic.

No matter how he thought about it, he was a human being. Hades had seen the pharmacist's medical report before, and he had all the physical characteristics a human should have.

Okay, on a physiological level, he is a human being.

His attitude is easy to explain. He wasn't born and raised in this cesspool, so his concept of equality is easy to explain, even if he can't say it out loud.

Okay, on an intellectual level, he is also a human being.

The only thing hard to explain is that Hades remained silent, his dark domain—

What exactly is this thing?

Hades was a pragmatist; his attitude toward the Black Domain was more about practice and application, reflecting a strong empiricist approach.

In any case, much of human development has involved first figuring out how to use something, and then going back to fill in the theoretical gaps. Primitive humans who knew how to use fire had no idea about oxidation reactions.

Initially, Hades simply categorized himself as an untouchable with an eccentric style, after all, he was really weak on Barbarus and the Dark Realm was nothing special.

But later, Hades recalled that his Dark Domain did indeed have some supermodels, and if explained according to Tarasin's theory...

Hades tried his best to imagine a black hole.

Based on his previous warp travels, Hades envisioned the warp as an ocean rippling with various colored currents.

According to his previous intelligence, Hades himself is a large hole or fissure in the ocean, drawing water out of this world.

Hmm. Since he is a time traveler, it seems to make sense that his projection in this world is a rift.

But why does this effect only apply to subspace?

Hades recalled Tarachin's words, and the figure maker specifically emphasized that Hades is a person from the physical world.

In other words, it's actually more like a filter paper? Filtering out subspace and leaving the physical world behind?

Hades could also vaguely sense that he was more compatible with the [Laws of Physics], and this feeling became even more pronounced after he devoured a fragment of the Void Dragon.

Hades added a membrane to this black hole in his imagination, a membrane that the physical universe cannot pass through.

Logically, based on Hades' own perception of the Dark Domain, without any constraints, the Dark Domain should be expanding irreversibly and slowly.

The cracks squeezed by the water pressure will grow larger and larger.

But now the Emperor must have been imbuing him with psionic powers and ruthless techniques, so Hades could feel himself being "restricted".

Thinking this way, Hades could also understand what he really was.

But what's with the response to prayers?

Since he was already a black hole, Hades did not believe that he possessed concepts and authority like so-called "warp gods," could respond to believers, or draw power from their prayers.

Moreover, Hades didn't sense anything even after those guys prayed for so long. If it were based on the level of perception he had in the interrogation room, Hades should have noticed something much earlier.

Hmm. Hades fell silent.

Wait a minute, he suddenly realized that he had never asked others how he appeared in the subspace?

Logically speaking, as long as they are Star Speakers and Psionicists, they should be able to see the subspace, right?

Hades recalled the last time he went to see the Star Speakers on the Endurance, and how frightened they looked.

He's made up his mind; he's going to conduct an experiment!

Hades stood up and told him to hurry up and settle his personal affairs, otherwise the official documents would never be finished!

On Hades' command board, official approvals from the Death Guard were clicking incessantly.

One thing all psionic beings should understand is that becoming a Death Guardian psionicist will lead to misfortune.

The dungeons of the Endurance are as boring as the Endurance itself. Other legions may have some kind of torture device, but the Deathguard's cells are empty.

Literally, there is nothing.

It was an empty room with the brightest light on all the time. In the corner, two people sat on the floor, whispering to each other.

Margot, dressed in military green, huddled in a corner, hugging her knees, while the sage in scarlet robes sat cross-legged beside her.

"He is very unhappy to see us like this, but what does He want us to do?"

The Sage Kirkland emitted a series of unintelligible calculation sounds.

"Based on my analysis of the adult's behavioral template, he probably hopes that everyone has the happiness level of the upper-middle class in the nest city, while also having spontaneous enthusiasm for work."

"But it seems that the adults are on guard against something. Hades and Death are clearly on guard against the future."

Margot blinked nervously, recalling a word she had seen in an ancient book, though she didn't fully understand its meaning.

"[The Great Flood]?"

"Maybe not."

Kirkland recalled the nightmares he had experienced, the rotting, writhing pieces of flesh, the creatures that completely defied the rules. He was certain that Hades was on guard against something.

But he could not say that, at least in Hades's admonitions, this knowledge and memory belonged to the last line of defense.

Unfortunately, as a mortal, Margot will not be able to reach higher realms.

"I cannot explain to you that knowledge is poisonous."

Is knowledge toxic?

Margot struggled to process the sage's words.

Kirkland nodded seriously, recalling the days when he listened to Blackstone's explanations while enduring the agonizing thought process.

"Knowledge is poisonous, while ignorance is a kind of happiness and a kind of defense."

"I don't understand."

Kirkland emitted a simulated smacking sound,

“Margo, I am a sage, and I have seen far too many of my colleagues or superiors go mad.”

"They know too much, and the contradictions and living knowledge tear them apart, driving them insane."

Margot blinked, bewildered. Kirkland could see a starlight flickering within her eyes, a light that seemed to be trying to understand—the shimmering of humanity in thought.

"But Kirkland, I think you're perfectly normal. You know a lot, and you clearly know about those toxic ideas, but you..."

Kirkland made a shushing gesture, leaned closer, and pressed his microphone against Margot's ear.

The black stone on his red robe fell and struck Margot on the neck, causing Margot to tremble almost imperceptibly.

The sage spoke in the lowest of voices.

"I'm a madman, and I've already died."

The sound produced a slight vibration that tickled Margot's ears.

But the shock of those words was what made her feel suffocated.

"My first moment of madness came when I learned that the miracles on Mars were nothing but a rain of lies."

"Can you imagine that torrential rain? Those people crying and kneeling in the downpour?"

"My second madness came when I realized that the ideological foundation of the empire was nothing but a piece of waste paper."

"Can you imagine monsters that defy gravity flying in the sky? Those beings that are beyond human comprehension."

"This is my third time going crazy."

"It was Barbarus' thunder that awakened me, allowing my remains to crawl out from my disciple's thought engine."

Kirkland became more and more excited as he spoke, and through those inorganic electronic eyes, Margot seemed to see green lightning piercing the darkness.

“I should have died long ago. I am already dead. A miracle awakened me. God showed me the way. Do you understand?”

"I appear normal now because that's what the adults want me to be; only in this way can I stay."

“But you’re locked in the same dungeon as me now, you shouldn’t be so eager to expose yourself.”