Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 169 Chen Xi's Struggle

Because everyone was exhausted, they went home without talking about anything.

After Chen Xi simply fried an egg and cooked a bowl of noodles for himself for dinner, he packed up his things and went out to throw away the trash.

While he was throwing away the garbage, he met Liu Yi again. After the two greeted each other in a friendly manner, Chen Xi went home.

Liu Yi took a look at the things Chen Xi threw into the trash can, which was so clean that it looked like new, and then threw the garbage he had taken out into a trash can next to it that was obviously much dirtier.

Then he looked around casually before turning and leaving.

After he left, a cleaner wearing a mask soon came up, dragged away the clean trash can, and replaced it with another trash can that was indistinguishable from a normal trash can.

The cleaner pushed the trash can out of the building in a normal manner, pushed the trash can back to the garbage station, and then a brand new garbage truck loaded the trash can and drove out of the community.

Chen Xi returned home and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, just in time to see the garbage truck driving away.

He poured himself a glass of red wine, shook the glass slightly, looked at the red wine hanging on the wall, smelled the aroma of the wine, and smiled slightly.

"The gift has been given, it depends on how well you can digest it." Perhaps influenced by his experience as a planetary governor in 40k, Chen Xi's current style of doing things and living habits tend to be closer to that of the Inquisitor Governor.

He stared at the wine sliding down the edge of the glass, and in a trance he seemed to see himself still standing in the Governor's Palace on Rostov II, with the Necron fleet flashing with a faint green light before him.

The sound of the mechanical skeleton soldiers firing Gauss rays and the screams of the defense soldiers and battle sisters when the green rays hit them still stung his eardrums in his dreams at midnight.

After all, he has been in 40k for much longer than in 3k. Less than a month has passed here, while several years have passed in 40k. It is inevitable that his living habits have changed.

When he subconsciously used his fingers to stroke his plasma pistol according to the habit in 40k, he realized that he was holding the TV remote control.

In fact, it was not just him, several of his companions were also greatly affected.

At the last dinner party, the way 32 cut the steak looked like he was dismantling the living metal body of a Necron, and Mai Mai and Mu Se kept unconsciously checking the material of the knife, muttering, "This thing won't kill a bloodletter."

However, Chen Xi had carefully consulted about this issue, and the answer from Servo Skull was that it did not constitute an actual impact, and that it was just a normal change caused by a person's experience.

Chen Xi did not comment on this, but he was somewhat wary in his heart.

He still remembered the mechanical skeletons that crawled out of ancient tombs deep in the Rostov Desert, the green light dancing in their eye sockets like will-o'-the-wisp.

Amid the humming sound of Gauss weapons, the battle nuns in power armor turned into gray-black gravel under the green beam of light - and now, he could calmly listen to the shouts of the scrap collector downstairs.

After all, the flow of time in the 40k era is much faster than here, which also means that this group of people have spent much more time in the 40k era than in the 3k era.

The 3k era lasted less than a month, and the 40k era has already lasted several years. If they had stayed a little longer, most of an ordinary person's life might have passed like this.

It's impossible to say that there was no influence at all. The only thing Chen Xi could do was to stick to his original intention, not be affected by the memories of 40k, and constantly tell himself that everything in that world was just a game, an illusory journey.

"Damn it! Old Man Huang is worthy of being the Black King, one of the five evil gods. This is harder to defend against than the phase shift of the Necrons!" Chen Xi cursed, drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, his face looking a little ugly.

His bloodshot eyes stared at the remaining wine in the glass, and in a trance he saw the Chaos Cruiser that was destroyed in the previous Chaos War Gang attack. The burning metal wreckage exploded silently in the vacuum, just like the fireworks exploding outside the window at this moment.

Although this subtle influence may not have much impact, as long as they no longer stay in the 40k era for a long time in a short period of time, these influences can be gradually diluted.

But it was obvious that neither Chen Xi nor his friends could give up just like that.

Everything in the 40k world may be a fully realistic game to them, but when they stay in that world for a long time and their memories, habits and other aspects are influenced by that world, they may not be able to tell which world is real.

In other words, when you are a humble office worker who is overwhelmed by work and life in the 3k era, as long as you stay in the 40k era, you will be a tactical genius who can command the Astra Militarum to repel the awakening of the ancient tombs, or an archaeological sage who can crack the code of necromancy technology. Will you still be willing to stay in the 3k era?
Chen Xi didn't know the answer to this question.

Amid the sound of running water in the shower, he looked down at his palm - the hand that had chopped off the metal head of a Necron and could also hold a spatula for frying eggs.

He has gained enough benefits from the 40k era, and the realization of these benefits has had a huge impact on his life. He can now ensure that he will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

If he was willing to let it go and send the military box used for time travel to No. 14 East Chang'an Avenue, then all of this would have nothing to do with him anymore, and he could happily live the rest of his life in comfort and prosperity.

But is he willing to let go?
Chen Xi asked himself if it was possible to let go now.

Rostov poured a lot of his heart and soul into this game. He would develop feelings for his account even when playing a game, let alone an entire planet!

If I lose my Minecraft save file, I will be upset and unable to sleep for several days. If I give up this opportunity to travel through time, Chen Xi is not sure whether he will regret it and beat his chest when he thinks about it when he is old.

"Damn old man Huang! He's really hurt people so much!" Chen Xi cursed again, then took off his clothes and walked into the bathroom, washing his head with cold water, trying to calm himself down and stop thinking about these annoying things.

He stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the mirror, and in a trance he saw himself wearing the holy power armor, holding a power sword and roaring "For the Emperor".

Chen Xi suddenly waved his hand to wipe away the moisture on the mirror in front of him, and then he came back to his senses.

When he returned to the living room wrapped in a bath towel, Chen Xi poured himself a second glass of wine.

When the first rays of morning light climbed up the French windows, he remained sitting upright.

The planetary governor's massive desk and the apartment dining table overlapped at the twilight zone. The hum of a power sword and the sound of a refrigerator compressor resonated across time and space...

Finally he stood up and opened the curtains, squinting at the morning sun.

At least at this moment, he is both the planetary governor judge of Rostov whose words can decide the life and death of hundreds of millions of people, and an ordinary person who has a headache about garbage sorting.

(End of this chapter)