Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The next leap requires 10 points of subspace energy.

"Deduct 100,000 points of subspace energy."

"Now, promote."

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Chapter 98 I met the Emperor in the Warp, but he ignored me.

"Deduct 100,000 points of subspace energy, upgrade."

Lawson issued the order.

The airflow inside the governor's office stopped moving.

One hundred thousand points of subspace energy, purified by the system, were directly injected into Lawson's underlying genetic code.

The physical tearing began.

The mitochondria in the cell have stopped the original tricarboxylic acid cycle and reconstructed a completely new energy release matrix.

Extensive areas of the old muscle fibers were torn apart.

Within sub-second time, extremely dense, dark gray synthetic protein fibers filled the fractured layer.

The bone marrow inside the skeleton is forcibly emptied by high-energy stem cells, and the trabecular structure of the bone is reorganized, transforming into a subatomic level hexagonal strong matrix.

The accessory nerve cords on both sides of the spine are thickened.

The number of neuronal synapses and the speed of neural electrical signal transmission increased dramatically in twelve seconds, a feat that would normally take millions of years to achieve.

Lawson stood still.

Sweat excreted from the skin evaporates into white mist the moment it comes into contact with the air.

The office's temperature sensor issued an overheating alarm.

The enhancement ended after twelve seconds.

He opened his eyes, and the efficiency with which his retina captured photons changed.

The dim office light was as clear as day in his visual feedback.

He can even see the trajectory of airborne dust particles in Brownian motion.

He raised his right hand, clenched his fist with his five fingers together.

Snapped!

The air in the palm was compressed instantly, producing a short sonic boom.

Lawson looked down and examined himself.

His height remained unchanged at 2.3 meters.

However, he gained weight; his super-dense bones and rebuilt muscles significantly increased his net weight.

He moved his neck.

Four times the elite level of the Katachon jungle warriors.

The physical strength of the Catachan elites represents the limits of unmodified humanity.

The fourfold amplification of extreme data led to a qualitative change at the level of life.

Lawson walked to the Mars mahogany desk.

He extended his right index finger and tapped it vertically on the table.

Without the servo assistance of power armor, and without power storage, it relies purely on muscle contraction to exert downward pressure.

Click...

The hard Martian redwood made a cracking sound.

My index finger cut through the wood grain and sank three centimeters into the tabletop.

There wasn't even any sawdust flying out; the cut surface was as smooth as if it had been cut by a high-frequency vibrating knife.

His physical strength, delayed nerve response, and bone injury threshold are equivalent to those of a Prototype Space Marine without power armor, with his explosive power slightly exceeding that of a Prototype Space Marine.

Lawson obtained objective combat capability assessment data.

This means that if he were to put on the Tiger King Power Armor now, the power amplification of his servo muscle bundles would be superimposed on this already superhuman base.

Their overall combat strength will reach a level that would make most veteran Space Marines take them seriously.

He brought up the system panel, and the core data had been changed.

[Maximum number of suicide squad members: 50000.]

The number jumped from 30,000 to 50,000.

He reviewed the previous upper limit bases: 10,000, 20,000, 30,000, and 50,000.

The Fibonacci sequence.

Lawson confirmed the underlying mathematical logic behind the increase in the upper limit of the number of assassins. 1, 2, 3, 5, each term is the sum of the previous two terms.

Following this pattern, the maximum number of suicide soldiers will reach 8 after the next genetic leap.

The next time, 13.

He lowered his gaze to check the prerequisites for the next level of enhancement.

[Genetic Basal Leap - Stage Four]

[Consumes: 100 million points of subspace energy.]

One million points, ten times that of a third-order unit.

The span increases exponentially.

His current balance of over 500,000 units of subspace energy is insufficient to support the next upgrade.

At the bottom of the panel, a newly unlocked gray icon appeared.

[New Feature Unlocked: The Nature of Warp.]

Lawson stared at the icon.

In the Warhammer universe, the warp is the source of all psionic energy and the domain of the four Chaos Gods.

It is a sea of ​​souls formed from emotions and desires, in which the soul of every living being casts its reflection.

In previous battles, the psionic energy he used was generated from the endogenous psionic energy produced by the parallel connection of the brains of thousands of suicide soldiers.

This energy belongs to a pure collection of cosmic bioelectric field resonances and does not involve true subspace.

Now, the system has granted him the permission to look directly into the sea of ​​souls.

"activation!"

The moment the command was given, the physical laws of the real universe were stripped from his perception.

The walls, floors, mahogany tables, and even the air resistance in the governor's office all disappeared.

Lawson's consciousness underwent an absolute switch.

He arrived in the subspace.

Look around.

There is no three-dimensional coordinate system here, only distorted energy turbulence and illogical color blocks.

In the distance, an indescribable, enormous shape appeared and disappeared amidst the energy tides.

Those are native entities of the warp, demons, and the embodiment of nightmares.

But they were far away, like giant whales swimming in the deep sea, and had not yet noticed his presence.

Then he noticed an absolute light source.

A sun hangs beside him.

It was enormous, white-gold in color, and shone with dazzling light.

But this sun did not release heat.

It exudes absolute coldness, a coldness that does not belong to the category of low temperature in physical thermodynamics, but rather a kind of orderly force that freezes the soul and obliterates emotional fluctuations.

Under its light, the emotions in Lawson's mind that should have been amplified infinitely in the warp—greed and anger—were suppressed to the point of almost non-existence.

It occupied half of Lawson's field of vision.

Its immense mass warped the surrounding warp storms, rendering the raging, chaotic energies docile and lifeless in its presence.

This is why the Empire's navigators could find their way in the warp, because the sun was the only beacon in the darkness.

Lawson turned his attention back to himself.

He needs to confirm his subspace projection form.

Imperial archives record:

In the warp, the soul of an ordinary human is but a dim glimmer, like planktonic organisms floating in the deep sea. The projections of psykers are far more significant. Novice psykers appear as faint humanoid shadows, while powerful psykers, like the Space Marines' intelligence corps, might project as armored energy giants. And the most powerful psykers, like the Emperor, project as stars.

He lowered his head.

It has no body outline, no limbs, and no light.

He is a black hole.

A terminal singularity with an extremely small volume and a ring of dim accretion disk around its edge.

The black hole is rotating extremely slowly.

The surrounding subspace energy flow was subtly deflected as it passed through it.

A massive, white-gold, icy sun; a tiny, rotating black hole.