Having thrown herself forward with everything she had, Gavo collapsed onto the ground, barely breathing.
Griffin silently turned around and lifted her small body up with his iron hand.
"What are you doing?!"
Mir, no longer being pinned down, jumped to his feet in fury, only to realize that Griffin did not seem to have any ill intent.
"Pah."
He curled his harsh lips and spat a mouthful of yellow phlegm onto Gavo.
The Weepers around him also silently walked up to the little one who had shaken them to their core and each spat hard at her.
"Brothers, from this day on, this little brat is one of our strike team!"
As Griffin let out a hoarse roar, the surrounding Weepers all raised their guns and opened fire into the sky while shouting loudly.
Although strike team captains had the authority to directly recruit new members, for an elite force like theirs, that method had almost never truly been used.
That was true even for ordinary strike teams, let alone the absolute ace unit, the Weepers.
But these fiercest scum of the underhive had expressed their answer with gunfire.
This little one was fully qualified to join them.
And so, under the slightly dazed stares of Rabbit-Mouth and Mir, Gavo accomplished something unprecedented and became one of the Tearblood Gang's Weepers in a single step.
This year, she was nine.
...
There was no color, only endless void.
There was no order, only limitless chaos.
Within the Warp, where storms of madness raged without end, countless projections of souls rose and sank, forming an ocean of indescribable vortices.
And among those countless souls that shone like a river of stars,
a new star flickering with blue light was slowly rising.
...
As her heavy eyelids twitched, Gavo felt her consciousness returning.
When she slowly opened her eyes, what greeted her was the familiar ceiling of the Children's Gang's pipe base.
"So, you're awake."
A rough voice sounded beside her.
She instinctively tilted her head and looked over, only to see a middle-aged man with graying beard stubble crouching beside her bedding. The blood-tear tattoo beneath his left eye marked his identity.
An opened medical case rested quietly at his feet, and Gavo saw several large letters written on the lid:
PDF.
Planetary Defence Force.
"You're quite the surprise. With injuries that severe, I thought you'd stay unconscious for at least five days."
His deep eyes settled on her as he looked her over with the expression of someone examining a rare animal.
"But you woke up after just one day."
Gavo glanced down at her own body and found that she had once again been wrapped up like a dumpling, though this time the bandaging was clearly much more professional.
But she had little energy to care about her body right now.
Because she realized that the world through her senses had changed.
In the corner of her vision, she could constantly see faint, strange shadows flickering in and out.
And behind the white noise of the environment, there seemed to be hidden whispers that made her skin crawl.
At that moment, she suddenly remembered.
She had completed the system objective of breaking through her limits.
And the reward had been an Iota-level psychic talent.
Gavo's nonexistent balls immediately started aching.
In the world of Warhammer, the Warp, also called the Sea of Souls, contained the projections of all living beings' souls.
And for those with psychic talent, their soul projection became a bright torch, making it far easier for certain horrifying entities to notice them.
Not to mention that she also had the talent Eye-Catching.
She was now seriously wondering whether her soul projection was driving around the Warp with its high beams on.
Fortunately, if one knew how to control psychic power, then the benefits it brought were still enormous.
As a Warhammer nerd, she quickly grasped the core principle.
No matter what she saw or heard, ignore all of it.
As long as she stayed materialist enough, the monsters would have a harder time getting close.
Of course, that approach probably did not work against those four great horrors.
At that thought, Gavo's head started hurting again.
Even now, she still had not recalled any specific information about those four monsters. All related memories remained buried under a thick fog.
At this moment, the memories she did have about the Warhammer universe felt like they had been roughly cut out with image editing, with the same four dark silhouettes always appearing awkwardly in the gaps.
"Phew. I can't possibly be that unlucky, right? There's no way they noticed me before I've even grown up."
Gavo comforted herself like that.
Shaking her aching head, she struggled to support herself and slowly sat up.
"Who are you?"
She looked at the middle-aged man with some confusion.
"You can call me Medic. Ironarm Boss sent me to look after you. Once you've recovered a bit, I'll take you to join up with them."
Medic looked somewhat surprised that Gavo could sit up on her own, then answered slowly.
After that, he sized her up once again and sighed.
"You're a real monster. That kind of vitality could compete with those giant irradiated earthworms."
Gavo looked at the man calling himself Medic once more, then at the priceless Planetary Defence Force medical case on the ground, and a thought flashed through her mind.
Could this man heal her adoptive father?
So she leaned forward anxiously and asked the question.
Medic nodded unhurriedly.
"While waiting for you to wake up, I went to see your adoptive father."
"As long as I have the right medicine and tools, then naturally it isn't a problem. In other words, one intact PDF medical case would be enough."
Gavo lit up with joy and pointed at the case on the ground.
"Can this one do it?"
Medic gave her a meaningful look and shook his head.
"That one has already been used."
"It was used on you."
The face beneath Gavo's mask instantly turned pale, and her body began trembling uncontrollably.
The despair of shattered hope immediately flooded her heart.
"But..."
Before Gavo could finish sinking into despair, Medic spoke again in his slow, measured tone.
"Ironarm Boss gave me two medical cases."
"So that made things simple. After operating on you, I handled your adoptive father as well."
"Actually, he woke up earlier than you did. He was already awake this morning."
The moment she heard those words, Gavo flipped herself upright so fast that even the usually calm Medic nearly had his eyes pop out.
Following the route she had walked countless times over the past six years, she limped toward that room.
Bang!
The instant the door was pushed open, she saw those familiar eyes.
She saw that gentle smile that had lingered in her dreams for six long years.
Like a little girl who had finally let out all the grievance she had been holding in, she threw herself against her adoptive father's side and burst into loud, uncontrollable sobs.
...
At the edge of a battlefield littered with shell casings, Griffin held a cheap cigarette between his lips and slowly exhaled a ring of smoke.
"Boss, why leave behind two medical cases? Those things are worth a fortune."
Griffin did not answer.
He merely took another deep drag from the cigarette in his mouth.
(End of Chapter)
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