[If I wish, I can use the knowledge in your mind and this world to construct a completely real paradise with countless storylines and endless possibilities.]
[Emperors, generals, ministers, mercenaries, knights—even the most depraved and taboo desires hidden in your brain, I can make them real for you in an instant.]
[You only need to sincerely call me Mother.]
In the blink of an eye, countless figures appeared around Al.
His xp ranged from three-year-olds to eighty-year-olds, from Cathay to Jerusalem.
Al was stunned, eyes refusing to blink, but the figures suddenly popped like soap bubbles and vanished.
He suppressed the urge to ask the cops to find his mom a companion. "I prefer real things. If all of this is fake, I might as well stay in the Spirit Realm. There's no difference anyway."
[Why not? It will be completely real. As long as you're willing to play dumb, everything you want to experience, every position you want to learn, every dirty deed you want to do—]
The voice continued seducing Al.
[Enough.]
An axe shattered the world's barrier and smashed into this realm with the force of creation itself.
The stars trembled. Many even closed their single eyes. The fury in the giant goddess's voice made Al's blood surge with excitement.
A colossal female god with horns on her head gripped the broken rift with both hands, eyes wide with rage, straining to tear the crack wider so she could force her way in.
[You're insane!]
Countless voices screamed at once. Al quickly covered his ears.
[Fine! Stop! I'll talk business with him, alright?]
The female voice yielded.
[First, I really am your mother.]
She emphasized again. The giant goddess peering through the rift let out a hum like rolling thunder.
[Of course, not just me. There are three others.]
The female voice weakened slightly as she added.
[But I am the one who spoils you the most.]
She quickly patched that statement before the giant goddess could explode in anger.
[You already know this world is different from what you remember. It seems to be after the End Times, and at its root, it's because of the Four Gods of Chaos—that is—]
[Us.]
"?"
So they really were gender-swapped?
As if sensing Al's confusion, the female voice explained:
[It's not a simple gender swap. We originally had no gender. We only manifest certain avatars because of our worshippers' fantasies and our own preferences.]
[They usually appear sexless or male-leaning, while the other me often shifts between forms or stays hermaphroditic. That's why the other three show female appearances, and I occasionally switch tastes.]
"Another?"
Al caught the keyword.
[You can understand us as the unified counterpart gods of Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh.]
[The Bloodmother corresponding to the Blood God Khorne; the Loving Mother corresponding to Nurgle; the All-Knowing One corresponding to Tzeentch; and me, the Great Reveler, corresponding to Slaanesh.]
The female voice dropped a Tsar Bomba straight onto Al's head.
[We were originally supposed to be merely alternate names or avatars of the Four Gods, but everything changed right before the End Times.]
[You should know the Four Gods are projections of emotional forces within the Warp. Collectively: hatred, hope, desire, despair. All emotions belong to us. We are them—whether negative or positive.]
"Yes… courage and glory… love and happiness…"
Al muttered dazedly.
This was an earth-shattering, super-level bombshell—the biggest gossip in the entire Warhammer world, even bigger than the Old Ones' secrets and grand plan.
[However, spreading fear is always easier than spreading hope. Few can ever be satisfied when it comes to desire. The more extreme negative emotions there are, the stronger the Four Gods become, but their behavior also shifts further toward the negative.]
[On the eve of the End Times, we were born from ourselves. From that moment, the positive aspects of this world— the longing for courage and glory, the pursuit of hope and knowledge, the yearning for love, art, and happiness, the love and worship of life and healing—began flowing into us, the four of us.]
[The New Gods of Chaos.]
Thunderbolt from a clear sky!
[We received the positive, active emotions that would have otherwise flowed to the old Four Gods. From then on, we became two sides of the same coin with the old gods.]
[I am the Great Reveler, but I can also be Slaanesh.]
[Your hot-tempered mom, the All-Knowing One, and the Loving Mother are the same.]
Al's ass hit the ground. His head buzzed loudly.
[Because of our birth, during the last destined End Times, Chaos failed to destroy the world. The victory of the End Times brought us massive positive feedback. We gained complete will and agency. The old Chaos, having lost too much power to our birth, contracted and stopped its endless expansion.]
[One hundred and fifty years after the war you remember, we reach the timeline you are currently in.]
"So… what does this have to do with you looking for me?" Al couldn't hold back anymore. He needed time to process the information in his brain and regain some control.
The female voice chuckled softly. A woman's silhouette emerged from the purple mist, floated down, and cupped Al's cheeks with hands made of the same purple fog.
[My good child, of course it's because we have decided that you will become our]
[Eternal Champion.]
Al's expression went blank. In his mind flashed a ridiculous scene:
A black donkey-horse, hooves pointing west, carrying Archaon, following the world-ending army;
Marching south to destroy the world of Myrmidia~ walking tens of thousands of miles.
Whatever Kislev, whatever High Elves;
Whatever Empire of Man, whatever cold-blooded lizardmen;
Whatever Bretonnia, whatever Eastern Dragon Emperor;
Whatever greenskins, iron orcs, whatever Tomb Kings and undead;
None could stop the Three-Eyed Archaon's kingslayer sword, completing the grand plan of world destruction~
I'm not being modest, but how did a lone man like me end up as the Eternal Champion?
Not good.
The female voice chuckled again but didn't say much more. She simply listed a few points:
One, come over here. Forget about going back.
Two, only you can do it. Don't ask. If you ask, then…
Three, the second End Times could begin at any moment. If you don't work hard and the world is destroyed, the Four Mothers will be merged and gg. As the Eternal Champion of the New Four Gods, if you fall into the hands of the old Four Gods, a clean death will already be the most dreamy ending. You'll be tortured by Khorne for thousands of years, played with by Slaanesh for thousands more, then thrown to Tzeentch for schemes spanning thousands of years and dozens of lifetimes, and finally soaked in Nurgle's cauldron to be refined into medicine for thousands of years…
Four, if we win, the Four Mothers will rise completely. From then on we stand equal to the old Four Gods. You will be above all mortals beneath the Four Gods, essentially investing your flesh and technology as the fifth faction. Your identity will be the shared son of the Four Gods (?)
Then the female voice—now fully understood.
The Great Reveler, who could also be called "Sylissa," said: the centaur girl's welfare has already been delivered to you. You fucked her dry and clean and now you want to run?
Besides, you can't run. You're already chained. You can only choose whether to continue being arrogant or just lie down and take it.
In short, it was all threats, bribes, and various pie-in-the-sky promises:
As long as you win the End Times and the Four Gods rise, power, wealth, and goods will be yours to take. Beautiful women will be yours to have.
The more Al listened, the more it sounded like a scam. He couldn't help interrupting the Reveler's heavenly spiel and asked, "So, how many worshippers do you currently have?"
The female voice paused, then answered: "However many worshippers the Four Gods have, that's how many we have."
"Worshippers of you. I mean, how many greater daemons can actually help me?"
"..."
"Then what about Champions? I'm the Eternal Champion. Is Alina the Bloodmother's Champion? What about yours? The All-Knowing One? The Loving Mother?"
"..."
"Legions? You have daemon legions, right? Sixty-six, eighty-eight legions—how many can you send to fight?"
"..."
"The legions… the legions are in the Realm of Chaos. They can't come out right now. Chaos has receded… the Winds of Magic aren't enough…"
"Then what about Champions? Mortal worshippers? I need ones that can help me soon. Otherwise, am I supposed to develop with just Alina and a couple of hammers?"
"..."
"You develop… development… everything needs development…"
Having roughly understood, Al slapped his thigh.
Maybe he should just surrender to the Four Gods. With such frank honesty, they might still give him a good death right now.