"Alright great sage, open up the gates of Babylon for me."
I watched as the space in front of me ripple as if it were water and turned golden in color, for a second there I thought it was really the Emperor who gave me this gift. I mean in 40k gold is kinda his thing y'know but I couldn't see or feel any type of psychic energy disturbance from the act of open the gates.
Suddenly a scene of an empty vault appeared in my mind. The vault itself was also golden and it stretched endlessly into the distance to point I stopped try to sense its boundaries.
So she gave me an infinite inventory, sweet. I wonder if I can enter it.
If I can enter in then, alot of what I thought of would change. I can use this as my safe space away from the ruinous powers and the Emperors influence plus it can also act as my workshop. Hmm okay let's test it out. If it work then cool, if it doesn't then I probably won't change much but I still want to be hopeful.
Great sage can I physically enter the G.O.B?
[Answer: Yes you are capable of entering it and yes you can use a part of it as your workshop.]
Yes! Cool cool, for how long though? And is there a kind of time dilation effect or something like that?
[Answer: That will be up to you for how long you wish to stay and no there is no other effect besides the ability to preserve anything you put in there.]
Well I expected that but still hoped I would be wrong.
I spent the next couple of minutes messing around the G.o.B and picturing the kind of things I could do with it. If I could aquire and make a lot of guns and swords then I can start calling people mongrels and shoot the shit out of them, an unsettling smile appeared on my face as I thought of that.
Huh, I'm not as mentally okay as I thought I was. Eh fuck it, everyone is not mentally stable in this universe so might as well join them.
The direction in which my thoughts were going was a bit concerning but I leave that up to great sage and future me to deal with.
After dealing with everything concerning my powers I finally decided to take a look a my hub, sure I can perfectly remember everything about about it but I want to look at it with the new outlook I now have. There wasn't much to the hub, it had a bed, a gravity toilet, a table and a door. No decorations since no one had the money, there was literally nothing of note here well except it was unusually bright for a place that should have no power but that's probably the effect of my six eyes.
Well night vision has been added to the list of new abilities.
I got up and too out the weapons I had stolen from a fallen guardsmen when I ran close to the outskirts of the hive. A lasgun, a Laspistol and a chain sword. The moment I laid eyes on them I felt my mind quickly breaking them apart and giving me an indepth blueprint of all of them, what was wrong with them, their advantages and disadvantages and where I can improve them to use them more efficiently. There were so many ways I can improve them that I was ridiculous and then I had great sage use analytical appraisal on them and that's where the magic happened.
Well it's time to commit tech heresy.
I suddenly felt like laughing at what I found and what the appraisal results revealed to me. They have machine spirits, wait let me rephrase that- MACHINE SPIRITS ARE FUCKING REAL!!! I never thought they were real, I mean probably everyone in my past life thought machine spirits were just fucking AI or as they call it here abominable intelligence but nah they're fucking real. So according to the appraisal - apparently machine spirits are just artificial souls that came into being due to them being worshipped and the weapons they are born in being cared for and appreciated.
Kinda like how trash and rubbish from gachiakuta is said to gain its own soul from being taken care of or after being discarded.
Well I think it works like that in that universe but here it makes sense since anything and everything worshipped by the people is born in the warp as its own entity, so it makes sense that machine spirits exist since practically everyone who holds a weapon, whether it be the guardsmen, gangs or even the astartes themselves- they all worship and care for their weapons as they are what they rely on to keep them alive on the battlefield.
(A/N: Look to the current me this shit makes sense okay, so if it makes sense to you too then cool but if it doesn't then I'll try to explain it more or just change it later on when I have something better up my sleeve but right now this sticks and it makes fucking sense.)
Oh shit, now I feel sorry for the Emperor.
If the direction of my thoughts is correct -well it does seem correct- then the Emperor who is both worshipped as a god by the current imperium and as the omnissiah by the adaptus machinecus for the past 10 thousand years has been fighting off the development of these two personalities while trying to keep his sanity intact and stay human and at the same time has to deal with shinenigans of the other four chaos gods.
Yeah bro is not having a good time and I would not like to be in his place.
[Suggestion: I suggest that you try to use your mind to try and connect with the machine spirits before you take apart the weapons, the outcome may please you and change a few of your plan.]
Didn't think about that but sure I'll follow your lead.
I used my psychic senses to probe the machine spirits and send out my intent to them- to foster a connection with them, to communicate with them and to hopefully gain their support. If I can full this off then alot of doors with be unlocked here. Think about it, I won't have to worry about allies trying to kill me or betray because I'm a psyker if their machine spirit likes me thus refuse to shoot or deal any damage to me. I won't have to worry about hacking anything anymore since I can just ask the machine spirits to just give me the information I need, fuck what if I offend the imperium and they decide to just send an exterminatus weapon against me just for their spacecraft to refuse working because of that order.
There were alot of possibilities that I was so excited it leaked into my intent and the response I got sent me over then moon that I started cackling madly. Thunderclaps rang out in the background of my cackling that it painted the perfect picture of a mad genius succeeding in his endeavors, well I mean I did succeed so that fits perfectly.
I started gently carrasing the guns and chainsword as if they were my precious children, like a proud father lulling his children into sleeping as I whispered sweet nothing.
You guys and me are going to do great things in the near future.
"You guys and me gonna do great things in the near future~."
The carrasses stopped as I slowly and gently dismantled them, piece by piece, component by component until everything, every piece was scattered all around me.
"Let's improve you guys first before we go out into the world~ for it won't be ready at what you will become~."
As I was putting them back together, plan after plan were being made and discarded as I settled on one that will improve my current circumstances and give me materials and resources for my next plans
Well it's time to raid the nearest manufactoria and get myself some materials~~
"Look how marvelous you guys have become, you now capable of great things- like murder~ but we won't do that now, I still need to dismantle my breathing equipment and modify them to fit my current needs since I will be staying outside for a long while~."
The machine spirits screamed with joy and excitement at their new improvements, that's the feelings I got from them through my psychic senses. Alrighty then onto the next thing.
So I went and did that, I went the extra mile and created an air filtration device from the left over scrap for my oxygen tank that will essentially absorb the outside air and allow me to breath in purified air without any pollution, rot and diseases.
Great sage create a psychic filtrator too for the mental and spiritual viruses. I really don't want any of that infecting me.
[Answer: Affirmative.]
After arranging my equipment and cleaning up the mess I made I decided to suit up and go commit crime but someone decided to be a party pooper and ruin the mood.
[Warning: Mental stability is below optimal level and I suggest you rest up before you go outside and carry on with your plans.]
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3rd POV.
"I'm fine great sage~ can't you see I'm on a roll, I mean look at the guns and the chainsword I modified and improved, look at the breathing equipment that looks brand new and look at how in tune I am with the machine spirits and the surrounding psychic energy~."
"Honesty I never felt better, you guys thinks so too right~?"
The demons in the warp who were watching him recoiled back out of instinct. They didn't think he could see them, more like they couldn't fathom such a thing. So seeing and feeling his eyes on them scared them especially with that mad glint in his eyes and oh especially that unsettling grin on his face.
Arthur looked up with a mad grin on his face. The waves of power rolling of him were so intense that it scared them. They tried to run away after sensing the danger but some thought otherwise and they paid the price for their hubris.
"~RAP TAP TAP ~ don't try to run now my little piggies, for you've seen far too much~."
~ Now become my nourishment~
"~ Now become my nourishment~"
Just like that the screams of dying daemons rang out in the warp but no other entity was there to hear them scream, to see that utterly incomprehensible scene of a mortal in the materium realm brutally killing immortal demons in the immateruim realm and absorbing them to nourish and enhance his soul.
And so what should be impossible has just became possible and what should not have happened just happened, yet nobody was there to witness this madness, nobody was there to remember what had occurred for even the culprit himself will not remember this.
"~ahhh feels gooooddd~ Great sage be a dear and isolate this memory for me, for I don't want to go insane when I wake up and remember this~."
[What should I tell the sane version of you as to why he doesn't remember the last few moments before he went unconscious?]
"~ Hmm well just say you were forced to knock me unconscious per my instructions and I won't question it as after all I did tell you to knock me out if I seem even a little bit mentally unstable~."
[Sure I'll do that, now go lie in bed and I'll knock you out.]
Arthur hummed as he walked over to the bed and lied down comfortably.
"~ Don't I just love being an ANOMALY~."
And just like that, Arthur was knocked unconscious with a goofy grin on his face- as if he didn't pull of some bullshit.
This why anomalies need to be culled, it is because they pull off the impossible when it shouldn't be possible. They are a glitch in reality and and their actions causes a mess in the program known as fate. Maybe that's why the System sent him here, for he was never ment to survive this universe the first place.
But he did survive and now this universe will house this anomaly, as for whether he will survive in the future- that we don't know, for anomalies only exist in the NOW as their current actions shape their future.
Now then everyone, let's watch our anomaly carve his way into this grim dark galaxy that only know war and death.
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And that's the end of chapter 3, well what do guys think? I really tried this time and I wrote about 2,1k words!!! Well I don't have much to say except thanks for reading my story and I hoped you enjoy and stay along for the ride.
As usual your comments and criticism help me get better and give you guys a better reading experience so don't hold back on me.
Omni out~