Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 647 Back to the 3K Era
The unique, soul-stirring dizziness of traversing between the two worlds slowly receded like the tide, eventually sinking into a deathly silence.

Chen Xi's senses re-anchored to reality. Her feet landed steadily on the smooth wooden floor of her apartment in the 3K era. The soles of her shoes made a barely audible sound when they touched the ground, as if confirming the reality of this return.

The view outside the window felt both familiar and strange.

The afterglow of the setting sun casts a warm gold hue over the towering skyline, and the flowing rays of light bathe the entire city in an amber-colored tranquility.

The streets were bustling with traffic, yet orderly, with the distant honking of horns restrained and subdued, blending with the peaceful and languid atmosphere in the air.

This tranquility stands in stark contrast to the universe he had just left behind—a universe forever echoing with the roar of bombs, the hiss of chainsaws, the shrieks of psionic energy, and the mournful cries of steel being torn apart.

The smoke of battle in the Medusa Starfield, the golden flames burning on the Emperor's Holy Sword in the Final Forge Plaza, and even the sweet, seductive whispers of the Slaanesh demon...

All of this was already deeply etched into his consciousness. Even though his physical body had returned, the bowstring of his spirit remained taut as ever, vibrating with the lingering echoes of his iron will.

He stood quietly in the center of the living room, closed his eyes, and took deep breaths.

With each breath, he tried to absorb the tranquility of this world, while also expelling the lingering killing intent and the nausea from traveling between different worlds.

Psychic energy flowed silently through the body like the tide, cleansing away the dust that had accumulated on the soul.

After a long while, the intense, almost bone-deep, feeling of war was finally suppressed and locked away in a corner reserved only for that dark universe.

After a quick wash, the cool water temporarily dispelled the last trace of dazedness.

He went into the bedroom and opened the built-in safe.

The alloy door slid open with a very faint hydraulic sound, and soft light illuminated the inside of the cabinet.

Aside from some important documents, the most eye-catching item was the medical server skull, modified by Olivia and designed to fit the aesthetics of the 3K era.

It sits quietly on a dedicated charging base, its streamlined silver-gray shell gleaming with a cool and precise luster, and its mirror-like surface faintly reflecting Chen Xi's approaching figure.

He reached out a finger and gently touched the smooth outer shell of the skull.

A faint vibration and a barely perceptible low-frequency hum from the fingertips indicate that its complex internal mechanics and meditators are ready to go.

"Initiate self-check program," he commanded in a low voice, his tone unconsciously carrying the decisiveness typical of the Warhammer universe.

In an instant, the pale blue indicator light on the skull shell lit up silently, like a star awakening.

A pale blue fan-shaped scanning beam emerged from the bottom, slowly sweeping across the skull and the area around the base as if it were alive.

The built-in meditator emitted an almost inaudible high-frequency computing sound, and a series of binary data and status reports were projected directly into Chen Xi's psionic perception, not through a screen, but as clearly as if they were visible:

System self-test initialization.
Power unit: 100% operating status, stable output.

Suspension system: Vector nozzle calibration completed, deviation less than 0.01%.

The Thinker's core: normal processing speed, no logical errors.

Multifunctional scanning array: online optical, vital signs, and molecular-level analysis modules.

Medical Unit: The nano-repair robot cluster is at 100% capacity and peak activity. Biological agents (neural repair, detoxification enhancement, and emergency resuscitation types) are at 100% capacity, with stable activity and no abnormalities observed during shelf-life monitoring. Overall Assessment: The unit is in good condition and ready to perform its intended tasks at any time.

"Good condition, sufficient nano-repair units, and stable activity of biological agents." He repeated the information received by his psychic energy in a low voice, nodding in satisfaction.

This "gift" prepared especially for Li Jingyi remains perfect and reliable even after traveling between two worlds.

Thinking of her, a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on Chen Xi's lips—a tenderness that would never appear amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in Medusa or the political anxieties of Rostov.

He plans to meet with her soon to carefully examine her nerve recovery after the previous poisoning, and perhaps then use this extraordinary medical equipment for her subsequent rehabilitation.

As for its origin, it could be claimed to be a demo of the latest technology from a military laboratory.

Chen Xi believed that the military and relevant departments would help him cover up this lie.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Chen Xi was slightly taken aback; such a visit at this time was truly rare.

He walked to the foyer and looked out through the peephole: a courier in a dark uniform, standing upright, stood outside the door, holding a thick kraft paper envelope.

He opened the door and signed for the package.

The envelope felt solid, crisp, and dignified, without any commercial markings, except for a discreet internal code printed in the lower right corner.

The sender's section on the delivery receipt only contained that familiar string of numbers and letters—the military code.

He closed the door, weighed the envelope in his hand, and carefully opened it along the seal.

Inside was a solemn, formal invitation. The paper was thick and heavy, with a fine texture, exuding an unquestionable authority. The red heading was dignified and solemn, and the black lettering was printed in relief; the ink was slightly raised when runnance was touched.

The message was concise yet solemn, recognizing his outstanding and irreplaceable contributions in "specific areas of technical cooperation" and formally inviting him to attend the upcoming September 3rd military parade as a "person of special contribution." His seat was arranged in the core viewing area, and a detailed admission guide and precautions were attached.

The signature area features a clear and formal vermilion seal, along with the electronic code of the issuing unit.

Chen Xi's fingertips traced the slightly raised ink marks on the letter, his gaze deep. An indescribable warmth welled up from the bottom of his heart, a tremor of excitement and joy. Having experienced life-and-death struggles in two worlds, receiving this high recognition from his motherland made him feel that all his efforts were worthwhile. This honor was like a reward that transcended time and space, exceptionally precious.

He knew all too well what "specific areas of technical cooperation" meant—it was far more than just scattered theory.

Through Liu Yi, he provided far more than just this: biological drug formulas from the Imperial Era, highly disguised medical technology, extreme crop improvement data from the agricultural world, and even a glimpse of energy ideas from starship engines...

These fragments from forty thousand years, though simplified by him, have already stirred up ripples in several key areas far beyond expectations.

His contributions in any one of his technical fields would be enough to earn him the highest honors. This invitation to the central viewing area is, in fact, a deeper form of recognition and protection. The nation acknowledges him in this way, yet cleverly separates his name from his true influence, ensuring his safety and peace.

This well-thought-out arrangement carries more weight than any dazzling award.

He put down the letter, gazing out the window at the deepening night and the newly lit city lights, his heart clearing. Power brings responsibility, and responsibility, sometimes, echoes silently in this way.

(End of this chapter)