"Boss! There... there are crazy hags from the Death Cult coming!"
Inside the safe room, the high-ranking leadership of the Ray Gang huddled together. They had lived here precisely because of its security, but as it turned out, one should never put all their eggs in one basket.
"Why is the Death Cult here? Is the target of today's Emperor's sacrifice... us? But why didn't anyone warn us!"
The Death Cult on Ende was a branch unrecorded by official Imperial records. They were obsessed with various rituals to "cleanse" corrupted Imperial citizens. Every year, their newly trained assassins would select an area for a Great Purge, claiming to be "cleaning the Emperor's room."
In the first few decades, the gangs had tried to resist. But when these cultists incited the paupers to rebel, triggering massive riots that even caught the attention of the higher-ups, the gangs compromised. There were plenty of gangs in the Underhive, after all; losing one or two helped maintain the "ecology." Of course, the unlucky gangs chosen to be the "trash" never agreed with this plan.
The Ray Gang currently loathed this solution.
"Why don't those crazy women go kill people who can't fight back? Is killing us really that fun?"
While the minor lieutenants argued, the Boss had already made his decision.
"Release that thing," he commanded.
Everyone turned pale with shock. They were going to release her from the dungeon?
"Boss, our restraints are single-use. After this, we might not be able to control her anymore."
"Besides, she alone could wipe all of us out!"
"Do we have any other choice?" the Boss snapped.
Silence fell. Then, the Boss personally walked toward the deepest part of the dungeon.
Yuki knew none of this. His goal was simply to annihilate a gang to establish his authority. In the Warhammer world, anything could happen, and Yuki was currently being tormented by psychic energy. He didn't understand the mechanics of it—perhaps it was related to the fundamental nature of the Warp.
Sharp pain drifted through his mind, accompanied by the sound of rushing water.
What did he want?
Ever since he crossed over, he had harbored a hope: he wanted to build a career, to change this world, to steer this cesspit of a universe toward a slightly better path. But he had nothing—no system, no cheat—and in the end, he could only hide and run.
The moment he met Yuno and learned her true identity, had he truly never thought of using her power to achieve his goals? Even as he was chased around by sudden events, looking utterly pathetic, had there really been no thought of doing something in his heart?
He wanted to make this world better, even if it was impossible.
What was he doing now?
No, these people deserved to die. The gangs, the Ecclesiarchy, and the decaying Imperium of Man—wasn't this the truth he had gained from his first death?
Dammit, why am I still thinking about this? I'm not even human anymore. I've become Tyranid. And Yuno...
Yuki knew Yuno truly loved him. How could he do anything that would break her heart?
Dammit! Dammit all!
The psychic energy erupted again. In his struggle against the energy, Yuki's will began to undergo an indescribable transformation.
...
"O God-Emperor, You are the greatest of martyrs, the only God in this world. You said we must love one another; You said we must slay the enemy."
She walked, the shackles on her wrists and ankles disintegrating. Despite a decade of torture, the Emperor's grace taught by her parents in her childhood remained firmly etched in her memory. Her hair almost completely covered her body. Her appearance even made the Death Cult assassins, who had fought their way here, pause in surprise.
The Death Cult's core tenets stemmed from the Emperor's sacrifice for humanity, manifesting as a terrifying cult of death. To these assassins, today's slaughter was the beginning of repaying the Emperor's kindness. Death mattered not; they were born to die for the Emperor.
Both sides were devout believers, yet their ideologies were utterly incompatible.
"Unsanctioned psyker! In the name of the Emperor! Kill her!"
She looked up. With just a single glance, the battle was decided.
A mountain-like wave of psychic force tore them all to shreds, just as she had killed her keepers the moment she was released.
The Ray Gang had found her in an underground chapel. She had no name; everyone simply called her "that thing." A black-market doctor they brought in believed she had severe mental issues—a common trait among unsanctioned psykers.
"Emperor, I hear Your call. Let me fulfill my duty for You."
She felt it. In this place of sin, there was another existence that needed to be purged—an existence just like her. Psychic power was sin; only the Emperor was holy. The Emperor had bestowed this power upon her specifically to exterminate these vermin.
She walked through long corridors, the sensation growing stronger, the dark psychic fluctuations becoming more intense. She was about to face the trial granted by the Emperor.
In a massive clearing where steel had been twisted into unrecognizable shapes, she saw him. Powerful psychic waves radiated from a man standing there.
Without hesitation: This is the enemy!
Psychic energies collided. In an instant, the surrounding steel and walls were compressed and sent flying again, debris whistling through the air like bullets. Even a near Alpha-level psyker would be wounded by such an attack.
The psyker was taken aback—not just by the sheer ferocity of the psychic power, but because behind this man, she saw something far more terrifying.
She locked eyes with Yuki for a single moment and was instantly drowned in an infinite sea of psychic energy.
This was...
She saw the endless ocean of the Warp. Within it, a colossal shadow emerged. Numbers lost meaning. Everything in the physical world lost meaning within the Immaterium.
"God-Emperor?"
She poured everything—her life force, her soul—into an attack. Yuki's surrounding psychic shield flickered and swayed.
But that was the limit.
Yuki woke from the illusion. His will, and his psychic power, had held.
I'm alive?
He looked around and saw only a woman collapsed on the ground, clinging to her last breath. A psyker nearing Alpha-level...
If not for the power Yuno had given him, he would have had no way to deal with her using his own strength alone.
Why would such a powerful psyker appear in the Underhive?
These were secondary questions. Yuki realized he needed to have a serious talk with Yuno.