America? No, it's the warp!

The bed is softer, but the person is harder.

This was Claire's initial feeling that evening.

Later, all sensations in my body were severely suppressed by a single source.

The nearly hour-long, frantic rush almost caused her to faint on the way.

Logan's body was blessed with Khorne's powerful muscles, Nurgle's endurance, Slaanesh's sensuality, and Tzeentch's memory.

As for emperors...

His blessing of a "second heart" increased the pumping power and made the areas of the body with blood vessels stronger.

This is also an extremely important part.

Both of them were very satisfied that night.

Claire's assessment:

"Your house is really big."

The next day, when Logan woke up, his bedmate was already up.

The aroma of charred eggs wafted from outside the master bedroom, while the sound of frying pans sizzling came from the living room and kitchen.

Wearing a bathrobe, I stepped out of the bedroom and saw Claire busy at the stove.

Her long, wet hair hung down to her waist, revealing her smooth, white back through the strands.

She had probably just taken a shower, and her body temperature was high, so she was wearing very little clothing.

She was only wearing an apron.

Who could stand this situation?

Besides, Logan, with a Slaanesh score of 7, is a hot-blooded young man.

The morning blood stasis had already stretched his bathrobe into a curve.

But because he had important business to attend to in the morning, he couldn't indulge in sensual pleasures and turn himself into a spineless coward.

Good morning, Claire. Your breakfast smells delicious.

Logan turned around and greeted him.

"Really? Thank you for the compliment. We can eat it after I finish frying the eggs. You can go take a shower now."

Claire turned halfway around and noticed something was wrong.

Why are you turning your back to me?

"Because it still wants to see you."

Logan left with a riddle-like answer and rushed into the bathroom.

"What are you talking about...?"

Claire didn't understand at first, turned her head back to continue frying the eggs, and a few seconds later she realized what she meant, a smile spreading across her face.

"Oh, so it's his little brother..."

Then, she added two more fried eggs to the frying pan.

"Splash splash splash..."

Logan used room temperature water, which was warm enough to prevent him from catching a cold and also to lower his body temperature and allow blood to flow back to the body.

The wound on his abdomen was only the size of a bottle cap and less than the length of a fingernail. He released all of his [Healing Tide] again, hoping to see the wound fully healed by tomorrow morning.

I put on a bathrobe and returned to the living room, where there were three delicious strips of bacon, four fried eggs, and two golden-brown toasted bread slices on the dining table.

At the table sat Claire, who looked even more delicious, with half a piece of bacon in her mouth.

The other person didn't have a big appetite; there was only a slice of bread with butter and an egg and bacon in front of them.

Logan sat down in the seat reserved for him and savored Claire's cooking.

"Mmm~ It tastes so good, fried to perfection. I could eat a dozen of this bacon!"

He stuffed the entire bacon into his mouth in one gulp, swallowing it whole with the milk. There was no need to chew slowly; the "Foul Blessing" would digest the food in his stomach within half an hour. The mouth's role was simply to eat these things.

"Really? If you like it, eat more!"

Logan was completely focused on the plate in front of him, not giving Claire a second glance.

He was afraid that his eyes would be drawn to the very bright, heavy object on the table.

But the mountain is there; if you don't go towards it, it might come towards you.

He heard a slight rustling sound and felt a restless foot touch his leg, pushing further in.

"Tsk... Claire, I have important business to attend to this morning..."

Claire was a reasonable person; she immediately pulled her foot back and even lifted her apron up a bit.

"Then let your brother bear with it for now; business is more important."

"Mmm~ Good girl!"

"Of course! Hehe!"

After dinner, Logan first took Claire to the English pub, and then headed to the seaside dock area west of Belle, where the driver was waiting.

[Mission Acquired: Supply Escort]

A shipment of goods destined for the command post must pass through Slaanesh territory. Commander Henry is worried that the cultists might try to seize the supplies, so he asks you to help escort it.

[Ensuring the cargo arrives at the operational command center intact]

[Reward: +60 Merit Points]

The driver, a Mexican, was eating a meat roll he bought from a street vendor in his truck.

How often does Henry groom his beard?

Logan got out of the car and asked.

"No, that's a beard with a ringed face."

The driver wiped his oily mouth and replied.

This was a secret code set by the brilliant Henry, and it was very well kept secret. After all, who in their right mind could tell the difference between two beard styles that look almost identical?

Why are you all alone?

The driver sized Logan up and down: a jacket, sweatpants, and sunglasses. He looked like a street thug, only good for scaring people who had never been in the underworld before, but not for threatening members of a gang.

Even though he looks muscular, he's still handsome.

"I'm enough on my own."

Logan showed off his revolver, which was filled with six bullets.

"They have guns!"

A hint of joy flashed across the driver's face. Having a gun would be a great deterrent. The person in front of him now seemed like a member of a gang, probably a capable henchman of the Blood Gang.

But his joy quickly vanished, because having a gun meant there might be a gunfight, and bullets don't have eyes; they wouldn't veer off course just because he was a driver who didn't belong to a gang.

"Let me make this clear first: if a fight breaks out, I can't be of any help. I don't have a gun, and I don't know how to use one."

He folded his armor in advance, just in case a fight broke out and the man was counting on him.

"Don't worry, you don't need to do anything. Just drive steadily in front. If no one stops you, just drive quietly. If someone stops you, just obey and stop. Let whoever tries to steal the goods take them."

Logan knew perfectly well that the driver wouldn't be of any use and had no intention of involving this unrelated person in the fight.

"Huh? Weren't you here to protect the goods? You're just going to let others steal them and do nothing?"

"I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you in such a hurry? I'm driving right behind you, and if we encounter anyone trying to steal our goods, I'll give them a timely response one by one."

Seeing Logan's confident demeanor, the driver was somewhat skeptical. If it were a robbery, there would be at least 5 or 6 people involved. Could this guy really take them all down?

This isn't a spy movie; everyone's using the same guns. How could he possibly take on multiple opponents?

In any case, no matter what happens, he won't resist. It's not his fault that the goods were stolen; he's just a driver.

Not having to take responsibility, the driver nodded after thinking it through, finished the meat roll in one gulp, climbed onto the truck, and drove off to Belle Town.

Logan followed closely at a distance of about 100 meters.