Since the moment he transmigrated, Yuki had found his own thoughts to be in a state of chaotic flux.
He possessed knowledge of this world, allowing him to observe everything as an onlooker, a sympathizer, or a "leisure-seeker"—just as he had once viewed the stories of Warhammer. However, he lacked the actual strength of an elite; instead, he had become the one being looked down upon, the one pitied, and the one being toyed with.
Was he a man of this world? To this day, could he continue to treat this universe as a mere "joke"? When reading Warhammer stories, the settings seemed intriguing and bizarre, and one could laugh or vent at GW's eccentric writers. But only after truly entering this reality did he understand the sheer agony involved.
He wanted to be serious, yet his past memories would unconsciously trigger his old attitude toward Warhammer. He couldn't help it; he had spent too much time "meme-ing" in his previous life, and it was impossible to change that mindset in a short time. Yuki had tried his best to correct this disconnect between his reality and his incompatible way of thinking. Yet, at certain moments, it remained unavoidable—like right now.
Yuki stared at the Succubus's lower body. The prominent bulge made him dread guessing what exactly lay beneath. The shape, size, and even the number of organs were entirely uncertain.
"Can I sleep with Slaanesh?"
The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence. The Succubus stared at Yuki, the black voids of its face actually conveying a sense of shock.
"I said, can I copulate with Slaanesh?"
Silence. Then, Yuki watched as the Succubus began to retreat. It moved slowly, seemingly unable to comprehend the words of the man before it. Even a Warp entity had to take this individual seriously now. The playful malice from before vanished instantly. Having initially thought these two were merely illegal psykers, the Succubus realized it had made a grave misjudgment.
"Are you... a Chosen?"
Slaanesh, She Who Thirsts, the Prince of Pleasure—as one of the countless Succubi who had once served Slaanesh in that grand palace, it knew well that most Daemons could only dare to praise that last name. For the four great powers of Chaos, merely knowing their true names could draw their attention. Or trigger their wrath.
"I feel like I could make Slaanesh submit to me. What do you think? By the way, have you ever imagined the scene of Slaanesh and the Emperor doing... that sort of thing?"
Slaanesh above, what is this guy saying?
For the first time, the Succubus felt unease. This emotion actually excited it; its pursuit of excess led it to begin fantasizing about such a possibility. It started to emit strange groans, and even the air became damp and heavy.
Yuki watched the Succubus, who was now becoming aroused by its own hallucinations, and ignored it. He first used his psychic power to put Eleven to sleep. The appearance of a single Succubus meant there would be more. Succubi weren't exactly common Daemons; it seemed Griffith's news was true—this world was facing a massive Chaos crisis.
"Aaaahhh! Ohhhhh!"
The fragrance on the Succubus grew more intense, spreading until it hit the psychic barrier Yuki had set. The seductive vapor within the room was enough to cause any human to fall. Once the Succubus finished its moment of ecstasy, it looked at Yuki as if he were a delicacy. "You are very interesting, little brother. Let me take you to ask the Prince of Pleasure personally. He will definitely want to see you."
"I decline."
In an instant, a magnificent purple dagger thrust out from Yuki's right hand, stabbing toward the Succubus without hesitation.
"Hehehe, I like this blade. Its decorations match me quite well."
The exceptionally high physical resistance of Warp Daemons allowed these twisted creations to look down upon most Imperial weaponry. As expected, the blade felt nothing as it entered, as if piercing the surface of water. The Succubus had already grabbed Yuki's head.
"Heehee, little brother, you should have used psychic power. Are you afraid of being discovered? Now, let us have some fun."
The Succubus shrieked, yet its body honestly split open a wide gap. In the next moment, psychic energy surged through the blade. Yuki wasn't sure what this dagger was made of—it had been crafted by Yuno—but he knew it had excellent psychic conductivity.
"This feeling..."
The Succubus froze. It had prepared for Yuki to resist with psychic power; after all, the scent of a psyker was so strong, and it was a creature of excess, not an idiot. But an Imperial psyker would never produce a sensation like this.
The Succubus didn't feel the usual sensations—pain, despair, or rage. None of those were present. Instead, it felt emptiness. It felt as if it had been exiled into a void where nothing existed—no stimulation, no emotion. This psychic energy didn't belong to Chaos, nor did it belong to the Emperor!
Realizing something, the Succubus retreated instantly, attempting to flee this space. But Yuki would never let it escape. He let go of the hilt; the dagger flew through the air, the purple light it emitted carrying a cold indifference. The blade accurately pierced the Succubus's back, snapping its spine in one strike.
It collapsed to the floor, the cold psychic energy devouring much of its power. It had never felt this way before, even after killing countless enemies in the material universe.
"What are you?"
Warp Daemons were masters of seducing hearts and tempting the weak-willed to fall. Throughout their long existence, almost nothing could surprise them. Or rather, they craved such novelty. However, fear was different. There were few things that could make a Chaos Daemon feel fear, but once such a thing appeared, they would rather be banished or even killed.
"Don't be in a rush. You are going to be a great help to us."
After dawn, Yuki chose to leave immediately. They had come looking for traces of Chaos, but they hadn't expected their luck to be so "good" that a Succubus would follow the scent of a psyker right to them. Eleven's memory was wiped by Yuki, and the Ilia siblings had no idea what had happened.
They found it baffling. Ilia complained, "Boss, we just got here! Why are we leaving already?"
Eleven wouldn't question Yuki's decision, but she was also somewhat confused.
"I've already gotten what I wanted."
"Huh?"
Despite being deeply perplexed, Ilia and Eleven chose not to ask further.
...
In the Upper Spire of Ende's Hive City.
Inside a magnificent hall, holy litanies made of gold were carved onto a massive statue of a Pioneer.
"I do not wish to speak such boring, discouraging words, Governor Snow. But I must remind you that the Tuka family of Planet Start has already been declared heretics due to Xenos unrest in their Underhive."
The middle-aged Governor Snow's expression stiffened. A Planetary Governor held nearly infinite power on their own world, and this was especially true for Snow, who had eliminated almost all his enemies in political struggles. However, to the man standing before him, such power meant nothing. He had come alone, yet his weaponry and gear rivaled that of the Emperor's Angels. Not to mention the military forces he could mobilize.
"I understand, Inquisitor Justice."