America? No, it's the warp!

The white boy stood by a stall inside the store, trying his best to sell his cardboard armor to passersby, but the customers seemed to prefer the traditional horror costumes and did not linger in front of him for long.

The armor is blue and very tall, designed to fit only people who are both tall and muscular enough.

Golden wings adorn the chest, with an inverted Omega symbol encasing a silver skull embedded within. The same design appears on the right shoulder and left calf of the armor.

Original Space Marine, Ultramariner Armor?

Interesting, let's choose this one.

The streets are full of Chaos Aliens, wearing Space Marine armor. Isn't that a testament to their loyalty?

The boy shouted for a long time without getting any response. In his dejection, he saw Logan, who had been staring at him for a long time, and his eyes lit up:

"Hey handsome! Come take a look! This suit of armor is practically made for you!"

Logan smirked and walked over, wanting to hear how the other person would praise him.

"What do you mean?"

The boy finally found a customer willing to give him a chance to make an introduction, so he used all his charm to persuade him in one fell swoop.

"Look at the armor I pieced together, so tall, so strong, only yours is like this..."

He quickly glanced at Logan's physique.

"Only someone who is at least 190cm tall and has such well-developed muscles can wear this."

He was right. Logan nodded, signaling him to continue.

"Moreover, this suit of armor was handmade by me. I stitched each piece of cardboard onto the black tracksuit base, which is perfect for someone like you who looks like someone of status."

American handmade goods are very expensive, and this boy is quite shrewd. Even if he doesn't have a noble status, he can at least appear to have one. In reality, the customer is a homeless man, and his vanity is greatly satisfied in this situation.

"What you said makes a lot of sense, so what's the price of this armor?"

"For just $200, you can wear this armor and walk the streets on Halloween night. While everyone else is wearing those cheaply made zombie or ghost costumes, you'll definitely be the most eye-catching one!"

The boy beamed with excitement, trying his best to highlight all the advantages of the armor.

"Okay, I'll buy it."

Logan wasn't going to haggle; the handcrafted Ultra Warrior armor was worth the price, and $200 wasn't much to him right now.

"Yay! I'll wait for you at the checkout!"

The boy ran towards the entrance, while Logan lifted the lightweight cardboard armor with one hand, parted the flow of people, and found Claire trying on a nun's outfit.

"How is it?"

She held the cross in front of her chest with both hands and spun around in front of the mirror.

A nun?

It's quite a good fit for Astartes.

"That's pretty good. Among a group of monsters, I'm the warrior responsible for slaying them, and you're the nun responsible for guiding them to the afterlife."

Claire saw the cardboard armor in Logan's hand, which was as tall as him.

"My god, yours is so handsome!"

Her eyes sparkled.

"Quick! You give it a try!"

Logan was pushed into the fitting room and could only try on the armor first.

Space Marine armor looks big, but it's actually quite thin. In very cold weather, you have to wear some warm inner lining, otherwise you'll freeze to death after just one stroll outside.

He took off his trench coat and put on the armor as if it were any other ordinary clothing.

Be gentle, or you might easily tear this artwork.

A few minutes later, Logan walked out of the fitting room carrying a cardboard helmet.

"Damn! The Emperor's influence has reached into America?"

A young white man spotted the blue Astartes in the distance and exclaimed in surprise.

This commotion attracted the attention of most customers, and many eyes fell on Logan.

Logan, his expression tense, donned the cardboard helmet, summoned a bomb pistol and a combat knife from behind his back, and shouted expressionlessly:

"For the Emperor!"

"Wow!"

Even though the audience doesn't understand, such a serious performance deserves applause.

Claire stared in disbelief as the armor fit Logan's body perfectly, as if it had been tailor-made for him.

"How is it?"

Logan approached her.

"Hmm...it suits you very well, and even makes me feel very safe..."

Heavy armor and sharp weapons—if all of this is true, then good days are coming for the American people.

"Then let's choose this one."

Logan changed back into his trench coat; going out in armor now would be too conspicuous, so he wanted to save the novelty for tomorrow.

"Someone actually bought it!"

The cashier looked at the armored vehicle being lifted up with some surprise.

"Of course, I knew someone would appreciate my art."

The boy stood proudly with his hands on his hips.

"It's a deal, you have to give me all the money from the sale!"

"Okay, okay."

The boss took the nun's suit and glanced at it from left to right.

"Cardboard handmade armor $200, nun outfit $50."

Logan stopped Claire from taking out her money and pulled a bank card from the inside pocket of his trench coat.

"Swipe your card."

In Claire's memory, Logan was a homeless man just a week ago, had recently taken back his house, and had only been working for a few days. He shouldn't have much money on hand, but his confident demeanor made it seem as if he had $1 in his account.

She tugged at Logan's sleeve:

"Let me do it; you clearly don't have much money."

Logan had already put his card on the POS machine, and gently patted Claire's nervous hand with his other hand.

"Don't worry, I still have this much money."

Claire couldn't refuse, but she didn't want him to always pay for things.

"Then I'll have to do it next time."

"Okay, okay."

After agreeing to go to the store together the next afternoon, the two went their separate ways.

Logan went to the bedroom, locked the door, and needed a secluded environment to plan some things for tomorrow's operation to capture Teren.

First, there was the location; neither he nor the police knew where he was hiding.

The hallucination revealed a pyramid-shaped roof with a white top. Logan felt it was somewhat familiar. He drew back the curtains and saw that the skyscraper in the distance also had a pyramid-shaped roof.

But this location is too general; this skyscraper has dozens of floors.

The premonition continues, and the hallucination manifests as laughter and chatter in the ears, the clinking of glasses, and the sound of swallowing liquid.

It looks like a bar inside the building.

Next comes the potential obstacles, and the scene before us is somewhat eerie.

Logan actually saw a purple creature with four arms, its body adorned with various gold ornaments.

Slaanesh the Great Demon – The Keeper of Secrets.

After wondering for a while, he finally remembered that tomorrow was Halloween, and he could very well run into someone dressed like that.

If he were to actually meet him, then he would have a brilliant idea.

[Quest obtained: Slaanesh's End]