Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

If God is unwilling to perform miracles in times of despair, then He has no right to blame believers for falling into darkness.

Early in the morning, Howard woke up from his bed in the bedroom.

Adequate sleep completely eliminated yesterday's fatigue. He stretched and was about to get out of bed when he heard a light snoring sound coming from the pillow.

It was a young girl who was still sound asleep. She had a delicate and lovely face, a small nose and long eyelashes. However, she slept in a very bad posture, lying on her back with her legs spread out and the quilt kicked off.

Howard smiled and shook his head. In his memory, the girl's sleeping posture had never been peaceful, but this might be related to her somewhat carefree personality.

Howard patted the girl's head, then got up and prepared breakfast for her. He planned to make a pancake for breakfast today. The ingredients were already prepared, and he quickly prepared a pancake with all the ingredients and served it to the girl sitting at the dining table.

Howard watched the girl cut a small piece of breakfast with a knife and fork and put it into her mouth to chew. Then the girl frowned and said, "It seems that hypnosis is useless..."

Hypnosis? What are you talking about?

Howard was a little confused. Just as he was about to ask the girl why she said that, he immediately discovered another problem.

You...what's your name?

Howard opened his eyes wide in horror because he found that he had forgotten, but what he forgot was not the girl's name, but something more important.

"Who are you?" Howard asked the question tremblingly. The broken images and messy memories cut his brain like knives. He unconsciously grabbed his face with his hands and tore his hair.

His actions knocked over the kitchen utensils placed around him, and every sound of the kitchen utensils falling to the ground sounded like a thunderclap to him.

"Oh? How interesting, he actually woke up on his own?" The girl said as she watched Howard go crazy with interest.

Then in Howard's eyes, the girl's delicate and petite body grew rapidly, and everything around her was distorted at the same time. Finally, he saw that the surroundings had turned into the endless grassland with huge apple trees. The girl turned back into the appearance of Slaanesh and sat on the throne. Freya knelt at the foot of the throne and served, like a maid of God.

And he was standing on the ground naked.

As the environment and the "girl" returned to their original appearance, some memories that Howard never wanted to recall were recalled by him again.

"Is it because of the magic of these hands?" Slaanesh, who cut off Howard's hands, didn't care about Howard rolling and wailing on the ground. He looked at Howard's arm in his hand and talked to himself. Then he opened his mouth and ate his own hand, then took Howard's hand on himself, and imitated Howard's steps to make a pancake for himself.

"It seems it's not because of the hands." Slaanesh shook his head after eating the pancake he made. Then Howard's hands that he had attached to his body fell off like scabs after a wound healed, and Slaanesh's own hands grew out again.

"Ah...ah..."

Howard dug his nails into the flesh of his face, and more and more memories came back to him.

After reattaching the hands but failing to achieve the desired results, Slaanesh conducted further "studies" on him.

He recalled that Slaanesh healed him, but then pulled out his brain and spine bit by bit. Then Slaanesh stretched out its tentacles to control the empty shell, and he, unable to die, could only watch with his eyes open.

Memory has a self-protection function. Memories that are too tragic and sharp will become dull over time, thereby reducing the harm to people.

But Howard was recalling these things now, brand new memories with sharp, unpolished edges, and the pain was no different from reliving the memories all over again.

Howard screamed and rolled around in pain, but he couldn't stop the memories from returning. He curled up on the ground and banged his head against the ground until it was bloody, but it was no use.

He recalled that in order to control him, Slaanesh injected an unknown drug directly into his spine with a syringe as thick as a finger, which dissolved his internal organs and blood vessels. He watched himself melt bit by bit like a snowman, and his bones gradually appeared like branches supporting a snowman.

239!

Howard forced his brain to start thinking by freeing computing power from memories, just like forcibly restarting a scrapped car. The car might be able to be restarted, but it is more likely to be completely scrapped.

He recalled how Slaanesh had severed the nerves in his hands and feet and thrown him into a swarm of man-eating insects. He could clearly feel the insects eating through his body and organs, moving in and out of his body.

241!

He recalled being flayed by Slaanesh and hung upside down to dry in the scorching sun.

251!

He recalled having his intestines ripped out and his rectum and mouth sewn together.

257!

263! 269! 271,277,281...

401.

Howard calmly read out the number and got up from the ground. Because of his struggle, the land around him was plowed by him, and his blood and flesh were mixed in the newly turned soil.

Howard casually pulled away the piece of meat hanging in front of his eyes, as calmly and naturally as if he was wiping dust off his glasses.

"Lord of Pleasure." Howard bowed to Slaanesh. "I hope you have experimented enough on me and had enough fun."

Slaanesh looked at this wise human and said with satisfaction, "Human, no wonder Freya thinks so highly of you."

Howard didn't respond, waiting for Selene to speak further.

"Through these experiments, I still haven't grasped the source and nature of your special ability." Slaanesh stated the results directly, but then changed the subject and said, "But I have discovered the law of this ability. It will only work when you are completely willing. In other words, food prepared by hypnosis or forced upon you will not bring me pleasure."

Howard still didn't speak.

Slaanesh sighed, "Human, I would love to keep you here, but that would render your abilities useless. Therefore, I would like to make a deal with you."

Slaanesh continued, "I can let you go, I can let you return to the material universe. I can even use my power to help you obtain real rewards in the material universe, whether it is power, honor, wealth or love. It is up to you to choose. However, after you die, you must return to my side and serve me forever."

Howard didn't respond immediately because the deal sounded like the pact between Mephistopheles and Faust, but Faust had an angel to save him in the end, but he didn't have any angel to support him.

Moreover, in this world, angels may not be able to defeat the demons in front of them.

Seeing Howard still hesitating, Slaanesh took out another thing, which was Howard's cell phone and the sleeping Om Messiah.

"What a lovely little fellow." Slaanesh looked at Om Messiah and said to Howard, "Although He is sleeping, I sense His extraordinary wisdom. If..."

"I agree," Howard said.

He has no choice.