Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 17
After resting for a whole day, Fu Qinghai put on a simple linen robe and walked to the dark and gloomy familiar corridor in the depths of the battleship following Wo Kuotai's wheelchair.

Inside Master Quinto's laboratory.

The naked Fu Qihai was fixed in a semi-open training cabin, next to Master Kunto's operating table.

Not only was his clothes stripped off, but the hair on his whole body and even the hair in the crevices was shaved clean.

The shaving skills of Master Kunto's servitor assistant are really good. The eight robotic arms are very flexible, and the razor can be manipulated up and down like flying.

Wo Kuotai and Talar are gone, only Master Quinto and his few servants are left here.

Master Kunto remained silent, lowering his head to adjust the sharp drill at the end of the metal pipe in his hand.

Fu Qihai glanced sideways, these thick or thin, large and small metal tubes will eventually penetrate the skin and muscles and insert into his body.

At this moment, Fu Qihai's thinking began to diverge again.

Become a space warrior.

Fu Qihai had never thought about it before.

But when Wo Kuotai put this option in front of him, he didn't hesitate at all.

Legend has it that Space Marines have no such worldly desires and live a life of abstinence like Puritans.

Legend has it that space warriors cannot reproduce and can only pass on gene seeds.

But Fu Qihai didn't care about these anymore.

Become a space warrior to become stronger!
That's enough. In the Warhammer 40K universe, is there any more stable and direct way to become stronger than becoming a space warrior?

In this man-eating universe, how can you survive without getting stronger?
"It's started." Master Kunto's hoarse voice sounded beside him.

Fu Qihai settled down, cleared away the distracting thoughts in his heart, and slowly emptied his mind.

There was a pain in his back, and he felt a cold tubular foreign body inserted into his chest cavity.

Then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

……

Outside the steel gate, in the dark corridor.

Wo Kuotai and Talar walked side by side.

While walking, Wo Kuotai suddenly whispered:

"The swan flies high and makes thousands of miles with one stroke. I hope this little eagle can survive this disaster and soar freely in the grassland."

Chogris' poetry flourished.

"... Locke is not from Chogris." Talar was speechless in the face of his companion's sudden embarrassing poems and metaphors.

Eagles are noble in Chogris culture. For example, Jaghatai Khan, Primarch of the White Scars, has a title called "Eagle of War".

"Although Locke is not from Chogris, he is indeed a little eagle, and he has great ambitions."

The survival rate of interstellar warrior transformation surgery is very low. Not everyone can withstand so many complicated surgeries, and the human empire can still only use human lives to pile up under the circumstances of carefully selecting candidates.

It was just an unintentional idea, and both Wo Kuotai and Talar were already mentally prepared.

Get ready for the news of Fu Qihai's failed surgery and death.

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　PS: Warhammer is the IP of British pop culture, but Chogris and White Scars are set according to the stereotypes of oriental culture. In the setting, Chogris loves poetry, calligraphy and incense, so here I used Some words that are partial to ancient Chinese instead of translation accents, it feels more substituting~
　
(End of this chapter)