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

He grumbled in dissatisfaction without thinking much about it, and followed suit, immersing the green stone in the solution.

However, just as he completely engulfed them—

Hades instantly became alert. In that hidden, great garden, at the end of the river that flows with immortal pus year-round, in that dilapidated, ancient mansion standing at the edge of the world, beside that broken, endless cauldron of pus, something seemed to be watching him.

He disturbed His dream.

It disturbed His play with His future toys.

Without the slightest hesitation, Hades instantly pulled himself away. He seemed to suddenly fall onto the desk in a sitting position. The overwhelming reality pressed down on Hades, and he clutched his head and slammed it onto the table with a thud.

Hades was jolted awake by the sudden return of his senses. He was dragged out of a pitch-black room that had suddenly fallen silent and then thrown into a crazy disco filled with screams and vomit.

His mind was trembling. Hades clutched his head, his body convulsing uncontrollably. The convulsions were so severe that he fell straight off the chair and whimpered and roared on the ground.

Motalian, who was discussing the terrain with the leader of the observation team, suddenly looked up from the strategic map, frowning as he gazed into the distance.

A chill ran down my spine.

He felt that some higher being was watching him.

The observation team leader looked at Mortarian.

"Sir, is there a problem?"

Mortarian blinked, confirming that there was nothing wrong with the surroundings.

It might be an illusion.

A voice resounded in his heart.

Is this really an illusion?

"nothing."

Motalian said in a low voice, "Continue the report."

As the long night of Barbaross climbed halfway through, Hades, who had been writhing on the ground clutching his head, finally quieted down.

Hades braced himself on his elbows and gasped for breath.

He feels it now.

That was subspace.

In the warp, Hades was a void tearing apart, slowly and irresistibly devouring all light.

Each time he devoured a sliver of light, the black void grew a little larger.

His...his previous actions...alarmed ■■.

No, no, he didn't feel that way when he devoured that lord Lazar—that stone, that stone!

That stone is a return gift from Lord Lazar for the offerings he made!

grass! ! !

Hades felt a little better. He wiped the sweat off his face haphazardly and forced himself to sit back on the bed.

He looked at his hand; after absorbing the stone's spiritual energy, the previously tiny void within it suddenly expanded, and now he seemed to be able to feel its emptiness.

The power was too weak before, and Hades couldn't even sense it, but after absorbing the psionic energy from the stone, the power grew rapidly!

He could feel a part of his body screaming wildly for him to accept him.

He will... become complete.

But is all of this a conspiracy by the warp?

The projection of an untouchable entity in subspace resembles a black hole.

The protagonist is set up as something similar to an untouchable.

Chapter 12 What kind of cheat system is this?! Give me my money back!!!

The dark and brief daylight slowly arrived in Barbarossa, and the weary people silently awoke from the nightmares of the night.

The sounds of people moving about gradually began to emerge in the outpost.

But none of this is currently related to Hades.

Inside Hades' earthen hut, Hades lay cross-legged on the bed, eyes closed, motionless, barely breathing, as if he were dead.

After suddenly experiencing the warp, Hades gradually became aware of his own "power".

He became "complete".

Just as a psionicist can sense their own psionic energy and soul, Hades can also sense their own "untouchable power."

Psionicists can sense psychic energy; they can perceive the psychic energy surrounding them, and with training, they can also use and manipulate psychic energy.

Hades, an untouchable being, also felt a power unique to him, much like a psionicist.

He could clearly "see" concentric circles of black light radiating outwards from himself, the further away from him the lighter the black light became, and it gradually dissipated, revealing the normal world.

The closer one gets to him, the more the world becomes black and white, distorted. Near Hades' body, it becomes a pure black void.

He tried to perceive himself and discovered that he was also a hollow existence.

Is this what an untouchable is like?

Hades continued to hold his breath and concentrate. As his perception expanded and he became more focused, the black light emanating from Hades began to fade, but at the same time, the distance that the black light could reach gradually increased.

He also tried to change the shape of these black substances, but found that he could not recreate the state during the battle; his black domain remained a perfectly spherical shape.

As the black field extended, Hades could even "see" faint white light in the distance.

This is already the furthest that black light can reach; beyond that, Hades cannot perceive it.

When the black light barely touches the white light, it automatically begins to gradually erode the white light. Because Hades diluted the black light to the limit and because the distance is relatively far, this erosion is almost negligible.

But Hades could clearly sense that he was "devouring" the white light.

He was initially somewhat confused as he sensed the white light—

—Wait, is that white light in this location his neighbor, Lazel?

So he's corrupting a human soul?!

Hades instantly withdrew his "black domain." He tried to compress his black area, but in the end, Hades tragically discovered that he could only control it within a spherical area with a radius of five meters. It seemed that he could not shrink it further—the black area had almost formed a substantial void.

Hades suddenly opened his eyes, cold sweat pouring down his face. He seemed to realize why people spontaneously hated him, distanced themselves from him, and even hurt him.

This is merely a subconscious self-protective behavior of humans when their souls are harmed, because Hades had been unconsciously eroding their souls all along?!

Wait, what about Herrera, who he used to have a good relationship with?

Hades suddenly couldn't bear to think any further.

Be rational.

Hades began to carefully recall his previous memories of his ordinary self, and then realized that his previous power was too weak, far from the scale he had after fighting the alien lord Lazar.

In other words, he may have caused spiritual harm to others in the past, but not as much as the harm he may be causing now.

Hades silently breathed a sigh of relief.

But a sense of annoyance still lingered in his heart. Those who were kind to him and close to him were the ones who would suffer the most from his unconscious harm.

Is this what an untouchable is like?

In the lore, ordinary soldiers fighting alongside Untouchables may experience a loss of fighting spirit, or even convulsions and coma. Prolonged exposure to the Untouchables' abilities can even cause mental instability.

Even if one's physical condition was weak before, and one subconsciously pushed their perception to its maximum, the frequent actions together could accumulate and lead to illness.

Damn.

Is this what they call the cheat code that time travelers come with? How come it became a double-edged sword for him?

Hades tried again in vain to shrink his black domain, but clearly, the black domain trembled, and its size did not change significantly.

Perhaps he should practice more often?

Just as Hades was lost in thought, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Hades, it's me~ Why haven't you gone to work in the fields yet? Is your injury still not healed?"

"I cooked some porridge for you, please open the door quickly."

Herrera's voice suddenly rang out from outside the door. Hades was startled and immediately stood up and ran to the corner furthest from the door.

The door immediately fell out of his coverage area.

Holy crap... what am I going to do?

Hades broke out in a cold sweat. He pretended to clear his throat.

"Um... Herrera, you can put the bowl outside. I'm not feeling well and don't really want to get up. Could you please bring me some porridge?"

Herrera's slightly worried voice rang out again.

"Are you really alright, Hades? Why don't you open the door and I'll take another look?"

"It's okay, really it's okay. I'm just too tired. I've been sleeping the whole time and didn't really want to get out of bed to open the door."

“Alright,” Herrera said, though she was worried, seeing Hades’s insistence. She assumed Hades was just tired.

"I put the porridge on your windowsill. Remember to drink it while it's hot."

"good good good good."

"I'm leaving now, you get some rest."

"Bye-bye, bye-bye-bye-bye-bye."

Hades only opened the door cautiously when Herrera's footsteps faded into the distance. There, on the windowsill, was a bowl of steaming white porridge, filled with a lot of rice, which did not look like the amount for breakfast.

Hades recalled the cluster of white light that Herrera had just seen; it was noticeably dimmer than the one his neighbor, Lazel, had seen.

Hades' heart skipped a beat.

Damn it, what kind of mess is this?

Should he avoid contact with other people?

Filled with rage and despair, Hades once again violently attempted to compress his domain, his inner energy surging and his brow beaded with sweat—yet in the end, the domain remained completely unmoved.

Hey!

Hades collapsed back into the house, utterly exhausted, and buried his head in his hands in despair.

There is only one way out: to leave this human settlement.

In fact, if he completely disregards contact with people... his "untouchable" ability is actually quite useful.

Currently, every creature on Barbalus possesses a soul. Hades knows that he certainly cannot devour them instantly at present, but as long as he compresses the blackness to a certain extent, he should be able to suppress them to some degree.

Powerful untouchables can even make soul beings subconsciously "erase" their own existence from their minds, thus achieving 100% "invisibility disguise".

Hades considered to himself that if he insisted on staying at this outpost and did not want to hurt others, he would have no way to carry out combat missions—the Death Guards needed at least two people to operate as a team and could only engage in missions that were far from people and completely non-contact.

For example, a large number of farmers

Uh... Hades didn't want to stay here tilling the earth forever, just to survive until the Emperor arrived.

Although he always considered himself the best at slacking off, and although his previous combat missions were just hacking away at grunts, if Hades were to actually survive like that, sorry, he really couldn't do it.

Moreover, he himself now possesses the ability to be an "untouchable".

People with this ability are not suited to live in normal human society; they are destined to become warriors.

Perhaps I should take a gamble?

Through training and battles with the Death Guard, Hades was no longer the frail boy who could only flee in panic when faced with the Pale Laugher.

Now, wielding a sickle, he could even reap the lives of a group of pale-smiling people.

You must never passively wait for disaster to befall you; before that happens, you must seize every minute and second to become stronger.

We absolutely cannot wait passively!!!

Hades looked around his little hut. Inside, there was only a bed and a table. Neatly stacked notes were on the table, and farming tools hung quietly on the wall. Beside the door, a coil of rope he had been making was coiled up. These simple and monotonous things were his entire life for the past few years.

Hades stood up, his mind made up.

Alas, the settings I wrote were not quite complete, so I'll add a patch here.