A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

In other words, the real "culprit" must still be at large.

I don't know if it's a cursed spirit, a curse master, or a sorcerer.

None of that matters; Kenmei Isayama wants that guy to regret ever being born.

Revenge! Revenge is imperative!

Losing hatred and anger does not mean losing the desire for revenge.

But to Kenmei Isayama's surprise, his deceased sister came to accompany him in another way.

Chapter 4 The Successors of the Black Raven School

If the whole world deceives you, do you fight back or submit?

I had no appetite, so I made myself a cup of black coffee and had it for breakfast.

At the dining table, Kenmei Isayama habitually sat in his assigned seat, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and his expression remained unchanged as the scalding, bitter coffee flowed into his mouth.

"elder sister...."

Kenmei Isayama stared blankly at the seat opposite him—his sister's seat. Now it was empty, and the thought of it made even the bitter coffee tasteless.

"Xiao Ming, you're slacking off again!"

The familiar voice from his memory suddenly jolted Kenmei Isayama out of his reverie.

Is the sudden surge just an illusion?

In a daze, he seemed to see his sister sitting angrily in front of him, her cheeks puffed out, leaning on the table and speaking in a lecturing tone.

"That won't do! Breakfast has to be eaten properly."

Kenmei Isayama, who dislikes trouble, prefers to keep everything about food simple, so his sister often complained about him in his memory, and then brought out a pot of hot breakfast.

This scene has never happened since the day my sister died.

Feeling the soft breath coming from the "girl's" mouth so close to his own, and seeing the most familiar and dearest face from his memory appear before him.

"elder sister..."

Everything felt so real that Kenmei Isayama was slightly taken aback.

The woman before him seemed to have stepped straight out of her portrait, standing gracefully before him.

A trace of pain appeared on Isayama Kenmei's face. He knew very well what this "older sister" in front of him was.

Then Isayama Sakura hugged Isayama Kenmei and gently held his head in her arms.

"Don't you recognize me?"

He said gently

"It's my older sister, Xiao Ming."

It was a truly touching scene of "siblings reuniting".

However, one could ignore the fact that the older sister's serene smile was gradually turning increasingly sinister, and a clear line of blood had appeared at the corner of her mouth.

With a "ripping" sound, its mouth began to open to its limit, quickly reaching half a meter wide. Inside the gaping maw were three rows of sharp, serrated teeth and a rough tongue covered in barbs, along with sticky saliva that stretched out in strands as it opened.

Who is this person?

It's a gigantic, terrifying cursed spirit that's so terrifying that just one glance at it would send your sanity plummeting and make you want to explode.

The gaping maw gradually covered the top of Kenmei Isayama's head completely. At that size, she could swallow not only a human head but also a watermelon weighing over ten kilograms whole in one gulp.

"Hey, my dear brother."

The girl's gentle, watery brown eyes had somehow transformed into scarlet vertical pupils. She revealed a cruel smile and spoke in a hoarse, shrill voice, like fingernails scratching glass.

"My sister's hungry too~"

He was met with his sister's invitation, who had transformed into a terrifying cursed spirit, to "Little brother, I'm hungry, time for food."

The "cursed spirit" stared greedily at Kenmei Isayama. It was obvious what her breakfast was: her former younger brother, Kenmei Isayama.

But this monster in human skin was unaware that the younger brother she was holding, belonging to Kenmei Isayama, seemed to harbor something quite terrifying in the shadow beneath his seat; the calm shadow had begun to ripple.

Now, because of her transgressions, a pair of cruel beastly eyes, many times more terrifying and ferocious than hers, have opened in the darkness.

Blood-red eyes were staring intently at her. This unknown thing might leap out of the darkness at any moment to hunt and tear everything in its path to shreds.

However, "Isayama Sakura" was completely unaware.

Kenmei Isayama, who was nestled in Sakura Isayama's arms with his eyes closed, sensed the restless hunting intent and instead glared at the shadow on the ground.

Sensing its master's resistance, the monster lurking in the shadows seemed quite dissatisfied and even a little aggrieved. It let out a whimper and immediately disappeared into the "shadows".

The illusory image of the terrifying behemoth vanished from the shadows, and tranquility returned.

Seeing this, Kenmei Isayama also closed his eyes and continued playing this game of sibling affection.

Unfortunately, the cursed spirit, having completely shed her disguise, narrowed her eyes; she seemed impatient.

From the moment she broke free from the previous seal, a raging, bloodthirsty desire surged through her mind, tormenting her until she could hardly breathe.

A hungry stomach needs the warmest blood to be satisfied.

"Bite it!" "Eat it!"

Born from the most extreme malice of humanity, cursed spirits are inherently brutal, and killing and bloodshed are what they crave most.

With a terrifying growl, the cursed spirit immediately tried to close its mouth and bite off Kenmei Isayama's head.

But as expected, the scene of blood splattering did not appear; nothing happened.

Time seemed to stand still in that one second.

It wasn't Isayama Sakura who transformed into a cursed spirit; it was the part of her body that was Sakura who resisted any actions that might harm her younger brother.

It was more like something invisible and intangible, covering the entire body of the "cursed spirit".

"why why why!"

Not only could his mouth not close, but the arms resting on Kenmei Isayama were also unable to move.

The incomprehensible cursed spirit's body surfaced with wisps of crimson smoke, as her inner cursed power burned wildly in an attempt to resist this force.

It was enough to drive an ordinary person into a complete frenzy of screaming, because the screams generated by the mad shouts even shattered the coffee cup that Kenmei Isayama had placed on the table.

But that's all.

There was no way to resist; the body was as if it were being held in place by some invisible force.

"Why can't I move?!"

Even though the cursed spirit was blinded by its desire to kill, it understood at this moment.

The unusual thing was that her former brother was still nestled in front of her at that moment.

"It must have been painful, I'm sorry..."

The boy's calm voice seemed to possess incredible magic; the blood-red, violent aura that had been emanating just moments before was completely washed away, and all the ominous curses vanished without a trace.

Even though the cursed spirit was blinded by its bloodlust, it finally understood.

The unusual thing was that her former younger brother was still nestled in front of her at that moment.

Kenmei Isayama, who had been tightly hugging Sakura Isayama's waist, finally released his embrace, still with a hint of lingering affection and reluctance.

When he opened his eyes again, his brown pupils, which were exactly the same as those of Isayama Sakura, had turned into a deep azure blue, and the silvery-white particles swirling in his pupils made them look even brighter than the shining stars.

At the same time, a black raven symbol appeared on the back of Kenmei Isayama's hand, which was the mark of an ancient school of thought.

Before transforming into the "Flesh Hound," Kenmei Isayama had undergone a simulation. That was his first true simulation, and it granted him powerful psychic abilities from the warp.

My mentor: Azak Ahriman

Looking at the inhuman and ghostly appearance of Isayama Sakura in front of him, Kenmei Isayama's eyes revealed a trace of sadness, and his heart felt as if it were being torn apart.

No one can accept that their closest loved one has become like this.

He used his immense spiritual energy to cover the entire body of the cursed spirit that Isayama Sakura had transformed into, instantly immobilizing her.

A brass collar with spikes suddenly appeared in his hand, and the air was filled with the smell of burning sulfur and blood.

The bound cursed spirit seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, struggling frantically to escape, but to no avail. It was even blocked out by Isayama Kenmei, who found it noisy.

Without hesitation, Kenmei Isayama bit his finger and dripped blood onto the necklace. The blood disappeared completely upon contact with the surface, like parched earth. Having tasted the blood, the brass necklace was enveloped in a faint, blood-red mist, making it appear even brighter.

After all the preliminary work was completed, Kenmei Isayama gently pried open the brass collar, and it opened obediently.

Under the venomous gaze of the "cursed spirit," Kenmei Isayama directly placed the collar around her neck.

Once the large brass collar is slipped onto the neck, it automatically tightens to the right size.

Of course, the changes brought about were far more than that; the terrifying cursed spirits were like...

It was in great pain and kept letting out angry roars.

The curse power was suppressed.

In the end, her originally enormous body gradually shrank to the size of a normal young girl.

Her hideous and terrifying face transformed back into a delicate one; she was an incredibly cute girl with a slender and charming figure hidden beneath her silky hair and snow-white skin.

The choker around the girl's neck gave off a feeling that someone wanted to bully her.

"elder sister.."

Kenmei Isayama gazed gently at Sakura Isayama's blood-red eyes, which were filled with murderous intent towards him.

“This time, no one can separate us.”

Chapter 5

Having experienced two Warhammer Simulator simulations, Kenmei Isayama roughly understood what this so-called "simulation" meant.

In short, his consciousness can be downloaded and stored in a "thought entity" structure, and then inserted into various characters in the Warhammer universe to replace their experiences in various major events.

This is what's called simulation!

Kenmei Isayama calls these simulations “plot simulations” because they may only involve a war or a scene from a character’s story.