A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

Another "bloodletting demon" that was eating also noticed the abnormality. It threw the dried-up corpse in its hand aside without even cutting off the head that was offered to the great blood god. This shows how angry the bloodletting demon was. It immediately roared and charged at the flesh hound, carrying the "Hellblade" that was burning with demonic flames.

Faced with the menacing Bloodletting Demon, the Flesh Hound snorted crisply, seemingly quite disdainful.

It simply raised its gleaming claws to block the Bloodletting Demon that was slashing at it.

"Clang!" A crisp, booming sound rang out.

The Hellblade and the claws collided, sparking a shower of sparks.

The Fleshhound twisted its paw, and the Hellblade was firmly gripped by three sharp claws. The Bloodletter only had one weapon, but the Fleshhound's limbs were all equipped with huge claws capable of tearing enemies apart. Without hesitation, the claw of its other hand plunged into the Bloodletter's unsuspecting chest.

This flesh-and-blood hound was surprisingly kind, pouring its heart and soul into the bloodletting demon it was meeting for the first time.

From the start to the end of the battle, it took only fifteen seconds to kill the two Bloodletters.

The flesh-and-blood hound that had been standing on the chest of the Bloodletting Demon pulled out its claws. Instead of feasting on its "trophy," it let out a low, hoarse screech.

The four corpses simultaneously began to rise from the sky in crimson flames, and the terrifying temperature contained within them quickly burned them to ashes.

Having done all that, the flesh-and-blood hound stretched lazily, preparing to throw itself into the next battlefield for a new killing spree.

But at this moment, the fleshhound suddenly seemed to sense a deadly threat, and the lizard-like collar around its neck stood up completely.

The direction it was looking was the last stronghold of the Astronautical Army, a steel fortress composed of all sorts of terrifying cannons and war machines during the day.

By dusk, the place was covered in pitted fragments and scattered with broken limbs.

Humanity's army has been defeated.

The fate of this planet is predictable.

Indigenous people? Whether human or animal, all of them will be devoured by the demons; they are not picky eaters.

But the flesh-and-blood hound could still sense a deadly threat there, a sharp, piercing feeling. Suddenly, it remembered something, and its entire being felt unwell. It immediately and without stopping, raced away from the battlefield.

"Go to hell, you demon!"

At this moment, in the fortress's command center, the planetary governor, his face cold, watched the demon smash through the wall and charge in. Without hesitation, he entered the key into the base's self-destruct program.

"The Emperor is with us..."

"Boom!"

A pure, golden fireball exploded on the plains of "Thorn Garden," its ruthless "Devouring Flame" engulfing all living things within a 3,000-kilometer radius, a spectacle from space resembling the sun crashing onto land.

[This simulation ends]

[Start of settlement: Warhammer 40k world]

Far Eastern System: ASH-3 (Destroyed)

Difficulty: LV.10 (difficult)

Faction: Khorne (Chaos)

Units killed: Fleshhounds: 20, Khorne Bloodletters: 18, Blood Crushers...

Overall Performance: A (Excellent)

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In an ordinary room, the warm sunlight filters through the curtains, dappling the floor and indicating that it is a fine day.

A handsome young man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and his heavy breathing gradually subsided after he saw the familiar ceiling.

"came back?"

Sudden

Then the boy remembered something and his face turned very ugly. Without thinking, he covered his mouth and rushed out of the room. Soon, the sound of vomiting came from the toilet.

In the photo album on the table, there is a bright-eyed, white-toothed girl who seems to be watching all of this with a smile.

Chapter 2 I Want to Eat Your Pancreas

"Splash..."

The boy in front of the mirror cupped some water from the tap in his hands, rubbed it vigorously on his face, and then dried it with a towel. His simple face wash was complete.

The icy cold tap water in the pipes in the early morning is the cheapest and quickest way to invigorate one's spirits.

"Comfortable."

I don't know if it's psychological or something else, but no matter how much I brush my teeth, my mouth always tastes a bit strange.

After all, being a dog is not a pleasant experience, let alone biting so many disgusting things; there will always be some resentment in one's heart.

Kenmei Isayama is the name of the boy with the gentle smile in the mirror.

Age: I'm eighteen.

The strange fleshhound that attacked its own people in the Warhammer world was controlled by him.

Otherwise, someone hailed as the most loyal servant of Khorne, the warp god, wouldn't have been the first to raise the banner of rebellion—such a heinous act.

The cautious Kenmei Isayama only carried out small-scale kills, which did not attract the attention of the large-scale Khorne Demon Army.

The warm-toned bathroom light can dispel the chill and give people warmth, making everything that just happened seem like a distant memory.

Here, there are no bombs exploding in your ears, no pungent smell of blood, no endless slaughter. Compared to that dark and cruel world, this world offers only peace and tranquility.

But well, there are some similarities.

"Ok?"

Kenmei Isayama discovered that a tiny figure, less than three centimeters tall and emitting black smoke, had appeared on the white sink. It was baring its teeth and had wide, blood-red, ferocious eyes.

This thing is called a cursed fetus, and it's not even the lowest-level cursed spirit.

It is a local specialty unique to the world of Kenmei Isayama.

It's very common; he grabs the little figure in his hand with his bare hands, ignores the little figure biting his fingers with sharp teeth, and then throws it into the toilet without hesitation, making sure to close the toilet lid before pressing the flush button.

Amidst the little man's piercing "ahhh" screams, he was flushed into the sewer.

"Points+0.00...01"

Ignoring the system's fleeting electronic voice

The incident involving the black "little man" did not affect Kenmei Isayama. He washed his hands again and then pushed open the bathroom door and went out.

"Crack, snap, snap."

Kenmei Isayama bowed three times earnestly to the three exquisitely framed black and white photos in front of him. Now, apart from him, his entire family was neatly displayed here.

Having been in this world for 18 years, Kenmei Isayama is not from this world, but comes from a more peaceful place than this one, a place without even cursed spirits.

An ordinary college student died suddenly after overworking because his supervisor said he could be promoted to a full-time position for a good internship. He didn't know why, but he turned into an infant. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Kenmei Isayama respectfully placed three incense sticks, each emitting wisps of smoke, into the incense burner before concluding his morning routine.

This is something he does every day. In the past, it was two people commemorating two people, but now it's just Kenmei Isayama alone.

The black and white photos, in order, show Kenmei's older sister "Isayama Sakura", their father Kamo ***, and their mother Kamo Hatsuho.

Kenmei Isayama has not yet found out the cause of his sister's death, but his father and mother both died under mysterious circumstances.

Negative human emotions such as anger, sadness, lust, and greed can become a breeding ground for monsters. These terrifying monsters, born from human desires, are collectively known as "cursed spirits".

The little figure we just saw is a relatively low-level "cursed spirit," while powerful "cursed spirits" can cause serious social harm and large-scale human deaths.

The natural gas pipeline explosions reported in television news and newspapers that cause a large number of casualties are generally attributed to powerful "cursed spirits".

Humans are not lambs to the slaughter.

Those who use a power called "cursed power" to exorcise "cursed spirits" are called "cursed sorcerers".

The existence of "cursed spirits" is hidden from the general public by the higher-ups. Fortunately, ordinary people generally cannot see "cursed spirits".

If you can't see it, there's no danger.

At most, I feel my neck

It feels sore, and I feel uncomfortable all over my body.

It is a rule of "cursed spirits"

This is also why, despite the high frequency of cursed spirit attacks, there has been no public panic.

However, this rule only applies to ordinary, low-level "cursed spirits." Powerful "cursed spirits" can forcibly interfere with reality, ignoring this rule.

The exposure of any one of these secrets would cause huge social panic. Why would Kenmei Isayama, an ordinary high school student, know about them?

Everyone's birth is predetermined and cannot be chosen; Kenmei Isayama's parents both had the surname Kamo.

That's the most prestigious family in the world of sorcery.

The Kamo family is a prestigious family, one of the "Three Great Sorcery Families" of Japan, with a history spanning over a thousand years.

However, when they were young, Xianming and his sister were found to be unqualified to become sorcerers, especially since they had no talent for the Kamo family's secret technique, "Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique".

In addition, Kenmei Isayama's parents, two powerful first-level sorcerers, were killed in a terrifying "special-level sorcerer" attack during an exorcism operation.

Without any backing or the qualifications of a sorcerer, these two young children were simply a useless burden and were abandoned by the Kamo family, who even took back their surname.

Isayama Kenmei kept all of this in mind.

Isayama's surname is the same as that of his and his sister's mother, and they also come from an ancient family of sorcerers. This family is sparsely populated, with almost all of their direct bloodlines dying out, so they are also struggling to survive.

This traditional Japanese detached house was purchased by Kenmei Isayama's mother in her early years. With the monthly government pension and occasional assistance from her mother's clan, the two children were able to support each other as they grew up. When Kenmei grew up, he was able to go out to work and help support the family.

Kenmei Isayama looked at the beautiful girl with bright eyes and white teeth in the black and white portrait, and his eyes revealed a deep sadness.

Compared to his parents, who died in the line of duty when he was young and whose faces are now blurred, Kenmei Isayama and Sakura Isayama have a deeper bond.

For Kenmei Isayama, his older sister Sakura Isayama was both a sister and a mother figure. The two siblings had a very close relationship, and Kenmei was almost entirely cared for by her.

While other children were picked up by their parents, Kenmei Isayama was picked up by Sakura Isayama. His fondest memories are of buying snacks with his sister on the way home from school.

As Kenmei Isayama grew older and became taller than his older sister, her health deteriorated.

He coughs up blood from time to time and eats less and less. Kenmei Isayama takes Sakura Isayama everywhere to seek out famous doctors, but they are all helpless.