Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

The protagonist is "similar to an untouchable," so please consider this as a kind of cheat code, like a "system" (;Д｀).

The main character later on has two cheat codes. I'm very sorry, but my poor brain just can't think of how Warhammer could be fought without cheat codes.

Otherwise, this would be too grimdark. However, there will be a time later when the protagonist gets tricked by the "cheat code." (I think so, as long as I don't change the outline.)

Holy crap, I think I can sign the contract now. Let me figure out how to sign it. Holy crap, first step to disaster!

Chapter 13 Leaving

Hades walked silently, even cautiously, along the path at the edge of the stronghold.

Every now and then, a few figures would appear in the distance along the path, but once they saw that it was Hades in the distance, they would choose to change lanes to avoid Hades.

It's the same on ordinary days.

Hades thought silently,

Although he had long since stopped caring about such things, he felt a pang of melancholy when he realized why he had caused the villagers to dislike him for no reason.

As expected of the Warhammer Grimdark world.

Power always comes with harm. Just as powerful psionicists are more likely to go mad and be watched, untouchables are naturally ostracized by their own kind.

But this action by the other party is also good, because at least Hades no longer has to go to great lengths to avoid them.

Hades carefully tried to keep any villagers out of the spherical black area around him, which had a radius of about five meters.

He had a letter tucked in his pocket; he had just tied one of them to Herrera's doorknob, and the empty bowl that had been filled with porridge had been placed back on Herrera's windowsill.

The porridge was indeed just so-so in taste.

In his letter to Herrera, Hades briefly mentioned his desire to leave the northern outpost and head south to visit a relative he claimed to be looking for.

A supposedly non-existent relative has appeared!

But he couldn't tell Herrera that it was due to his constitution; in this dark world, sometimes ignorance is the greatest protection.

Furthermore, Hades scratched his head. He couldn't resist; the rest of the letter was filled with his recipes, detailing the quantities of each dish, the amount of seasonings, the proper stir-frying techniques, and the heat level.

Hades knew that this farewell might very well be the last.

Instead of a heavy farewell, it's better to leave something that the other person can use in their future life.

Sigh, I hope that the time I spent with Herrera before didn't cause her any trouble.

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As they approached their destination, Hades walked along the central road of the stronghold, trying to keep his distance from those around him.

When there is absolutely no other way, and the distance is too close, Hades will instantly expand the black area that has been compressed to the extreme. In doing so, the black area will be diluted at the same time as it is expanded to the extreme.

The other letter was addressed to Mortarian.

He couldn't just run away without a word; that would easily make him a traitor and get him killed.

In this letter, he wrote down the real reason for his departure in detail—his physical condition. Hades briefly described the changes he had undergone after fighting the alien lord Lazar.

Of course, to avoid any appearance of impropriety, Hades only described this ability as "completely opposite to psionic power," and "a power that can suppress psionic power."

He didn't mention "untouchables." How could a Barbarossa peasant know such a profound term?

He also mentioned the southern swamps he visited after leaving.

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Motalian's foster father, Nacre, was located further north of the stronghold, while the southern part of the stronghold was home to lords of all ranks.

Unlike the northern lords, most of whom had already submitted to Lord Nacre, the southern lords were still loosely divided and each fought their own battles.

This resulted in the absence of a single super-powerful lord in the south. The lords were generally small in scale, but they frequently engaged in internecine warfare, leading to widespread suffering among the people.

Currently, Mortarion's rebel army is mainly fighting against the northern lords and other smaller factions.

Mortarian originally intended to send Karastifon to fight in the south; in fact, he was already making preparations.

Once another nearby lord has been eliminated and the population of the stronghold has increased again, Karastiffon will lead a Death Guard south.

The Death Guard's mission was to rescue the human villages in the south and to conduct advance reconnaissance in preparation for Mortalian's subsequent southern campaign.

Yes, with current weaponry, even the elite Deathguards would find it difficult to kill a small to medium-sized lord who knows psionic magic, even with sheer numbers.

These smaller lords may not be as strong in melee combat as the larger lords, but with the combination of psionic energy and poison mist, even elite Death Guards would find it difficult to fight them.

Besides Hades, he also solo-killed a mid-sized lord despite the opponent being low on health and having an elemental advantage.

But not many people believed this. Most people believed that Hades had just gotten incredibly lucky, since that lord had already been badly wounded in the battle against Mortarion.

Even Haznil, a guard of Mortalion, disdainfully told people that if he had encountered the alien lord Lazar, he could have taken its head without suffering the same fate as Hades.

Motarian, who was present at the time, immediately stopped him and punished Haznir by sending him to the logistics corps.

"Death Guards cannot show such contempt for their comrades."

"We are one."

But Motalia's mind wasn't on those words; only he knew what a feat Hades had accomplished by single-handedly killing the alien lord Lazar.

Lazar, the alien lord, is no small lord; his psionic abilities and combat skills are formidable.

To put it another way, you really believe that your cat has a strong attack capability, and that it can even fight an eagle.

But when it's equipped with a set of iron teeth and then blows up an aircraft with advanced electronic equipment, wouldn't anyone have questions?

Even though the plane was running out of fuel and ammunition, and was on the verge of being scrapped.

Only Mortarion, who had fought against the lords, knew the difference between these humans and the lords.

These humans are still too weak.

But what exactly is Hades? Did he really win?

Or has the alien lord already taken control of him?

After sending people to observe Hades, Mortarion was convinced that Hades was normal and not under witchcraft.

Perhaps the alien lord really is on the verge of death. Moreover, Hades' combat strength is indeed among the best of mortals.

(Actually, the correct analogy should be that Hades is a mutant cat with built-in electromagnetic interference. With its excellent electromagnetic interference ability, it destroys the opponent's electronic system, and then the opponent crashes and dies.)

After that, Mortalian received a letter from Hades, which was brought in by the Death Guard standing guard outside.

If that's the case, then some things can indeed be explained.

Untouchable?

No wonder Typhon complained of headaches whenever he encountered Hades.

Mortalian thought about it somewhat subtly.

However, they were both going to the south after that.

Isn't it true that enemies are destined to meet?

Hades was running frantically with a bag on his back and a scythe in his hand; he had to reach the next human village before nightfall.

His recent experience left him in a cold sweat again.

He had already reached the door of the combat readiness room, intending to say hello to Mortarian and then run away.

Then, out of curiosity, he expanded his dark domain, intending to see what the Primarch's warp projection looked like.

But just as he began to relax, a sudden sense of alarm surged through his brain, and his heart began to pound wildly. Hades immediately brought the car to a halt.

There's an ominous aura about that place.

He had long been eyeing Mortalian.

Hades' heart was pounding.

What about Hades himself?

Is he still deceiving himself?

Hades. Is it possible that he was already being watched when he met Mortarion?

Is He watching him?

grass.

Hades was also silently crying inside, like a jerk whose toes had been stepped on.

There's no traitor within, so let's have some Warhammer jokes. The transmigrator who knows the plot was targeted by Tzeentch as soon as he arrived in Warhammer.

Such a rare time traveler! I'm definitely not going to let him go without having some fun.

small theater

When Herrera got home, she saw the letter and the empty bowl.

From then on, he began to diligently practice his cooking skills.

However, because Hades did not specify the time required for some steps, the resulting food became even more oddly shaped.

It's another day to celebrate.

When GW can't reconcile the plot, you can choose one of Tzeentch or Sigourney the Laughing God as their conspiracy.

As for combat strength, the game is designed so that psionicists generally have an overwhelming advantage over physical attackers of the same level, unless the physical attacker is significantly stronger than the physical attacker. In most cases, a skilled psionicist can easily defeat a physical powerhouse. (Of course, later on, Space Marines become masters of physical attacks and can easily defeat most low-level psionicists, such as the lords of Barbarus, except for Mortalian's foster father.)

Therefore, some elite Death Guards (who are still ordinary people) can actually take down small to medium-sized lords when the opponent has no psionic powers, but there are no lords "without psionic powers".

Hades essentially created an environment devoid of psychic power.

Chapter 14 Southern Region (Signed! Wuhu!)

Barbaros, a southern swamp.

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Hades was lying down near the farmland in a strange position, clutching his scythe. In the makeshift camp he had just set up, the fire had just died down and was still emitting a faint wisp of smoke.

It was daytime in Barbarossa, and the nearby farmers had all come out to work with their tools. They were chatting and laughing, but they all tacitly and quietly moved away from Hades's location.

Those were the strange wanderers who traveled south almost simultaneously with the Death Guard.

At first, the villagers were quite disgusted by this mysterious man who would occasionally wander around the village. He looked extremely malicious, and even just looking at him from a distance was enough to make him repulsive.

But when the villagers requested the death guards stationed in the area to expel the mysterious man, they were met with unanimous silence.

"That man isn't a bad person. His name is Hades."

Even so, the villagers still carefully avoided this person.

But then they realized the unspoken truth behind the Death Guard's words.

As the screams of agony faded into the night, the villagers who were heading to the fields in their horse-drawn carts the next morning witnessed an unbelievable scene—

Limbs and fragments were scattered everywhere, blood flowed freely, wheat seedlings were trampled and broken, and an incredulous expression was fixed on the alien's shattered head.

A pungent, fishy stench wafted from the wheat field.

Beside this wheat field, which resembled a painting of hell, a man was holding a sickle, his chin resting on his hand, snoring loudly.

The silver blade was still stained with specks of thick red blood, and the hooded man seemed to be soaked in blood, his body covered in thick plasma. Several cuts were clearly visible on his limbs.

He is Death!

The villagers, trembling with fear, stared in shock at the scene, while the man, seemingly disturbed, woke up from his sleep with a start.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for ruining your wheat field, haha, uh... I'm really sorry, I was trying to lure them out, but I didn't succeed."

The man laughed awkwardly a few times, as if trying to ease the tension.

Clearly, his move failed.

"I'll help you plant to make up for it! Really! I'm so sorry!"

This world must be an illusion. He actually saw Death apologizing, the villager driving the carriage thought before he passed out.

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After that, the villagers referred to this mysterious person as "the ghost" with a mixture of respect and fear.

They certainly didn't dare accept the apology or compensation from Hades.