America? No, it's the warp!

Time is of the essence. You've made up your mind to hunt down the leader of the Slaanesh Cult. This is an extremely dangerous operation. According to reliable sources, there is a Slaanesh Grand Demon guarding the secrets of the leader.

The Keepers of Secrets typically possess exceptional melee combat abilities and are natural-born psionic masters, proficient in illusion, charm, mind control, and the manipulation of desires. They are extremely difficult Chaos Demons to deal with and must be handled with extreme caution.

[Slay this Slaanesh demon]

[Reward: +200 Merit Points]

Arrest of the leader of the Slaanesh Cult

[Reward: +200 Merit Points]

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The elevator was going up, and through the transparent walls, every floor of the Smith Building could be seen clearly.

Logan, dressed in blue Ultramariner armor and holding a bomb pistol, remained silent.

The elevator operator, dressed in a normal uniform, felt extremely awkward looking at this guest, whose attire was somewhat bizarre even on Halloween.

He was praying that the gun was just a toy.

The Smith Building is the iconic landmark of Seattle's Herald Square. Built in 1914, its style has been preserved from the last century.

The lobby on the first floor displays the history of the Smith family. There were originally many people who wanted to take the elevator, but after seeing Logan's distinctive outfit, they all tacitly chose one of the other three elevators.

Up to the 21st floor, it's a standard office floor. It's currently working hours, and most employees are still wearing suits.

The 22nd floor is a recreational area, and the elevator stopped there briefly.

Another person, who had changed into their costume earlier, came up.

"Wow! Ultra Warrior!"

The man was naked from the waist up, painted with light purple paint, wearing magenta trousers, with two prosthetic arms strapped to his sides, and adorned with various golden jewelry.

It was the great demon Slaanesh who appeared in yesterday's hallucination.

"Oh? Slaanesh the Great Demon?"

"Good taste!"

Both of them said in unison that it was a happy thing to meet fans of the same game in an elevator on Halloween.

Logan glanced at the Slaanesh archdeacon's stats without batting an eye:

Leo: The Guardian of Slaanesh

Loyalty: 4 (A chaotic demon walking in the shadows)

Khorne: 85 (Strong in melee combat)

[Nug: 13 (Loves his job)]

Slaanesh: 89 (Somewhat perverted)

Tzeentch: 65 (Good IQ)

The elevator operator shrank into a corner, making room for the two strangely dressed people who seemed to click with his voice. It wasn't even evening yet, and he had already encountered two customers who were completely made up.

"Your armor looks really cool! Was it handmade?"

"Slaanesh asked curiously."

"That's right, I found it in the Magic Mouse toy store. It was made of cardboard by a boy."

Logan didn't resist the other party's enthusiasm; perhaps he could extract some information from them.

"Your Keeper of Secrets outfit is very similar; the purple paint and gold decorations are absolutely stunning."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment!"

The Great Demon held paper knives on all four of its arms, and its eyes had already shifted to the gun in Logan's hand.

"This bomb gun looks so realistic! Did some boy make it?"

Logan generously handed the gun to the other person; the bullets inside had already been recalled.

"Yes, the boy modified it from a broken gun."

The Great Demon caught the gun with one hand, but the weight of the gun forced him to switch to using both hands.

"This weight feels so realistic."

He examined the decorations on the bomb gun.

"The sign is correct too. It seems that the boy is not only skillful but also a loyal Warhammer fan."

"You're absolutely right."

The Great Demon raised the bomb gun as if it were a pistol, then quickly aimed at Logan's armored head and pulled the trigger.

After a few seconds of silence, he asked in confusion:

"Why aren't you afraid?"

Logan didn't even flinch; it's his own gun, so of course he knows it's unloaded.

"It's a broken gun, buddy, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Ah...hahahaha...I forgot..."

Slaanesh gave an awkward laugh, then shoved the gun back into Logan's hand.

An eerie silence fell over the scene for a few seconds.

Logan realized that the other party was testing him. If he had shown any fear or flinching, it would have revealed that this was not a broken gun.

The hallucination foretells that this great demon is an obstacle, and the mission description also explains the danger posed by the enemy, so he must be cautious.

This person is likely one of Teren's bodyguards or something similar, and is an obstacle that must be overcome.

The elevator arrived at the 35th floor, the bar in the Smith Building.

"Come on, brother, let me buy you a drink."

The great demon Slaanesh extended a warm invitation, and Logan did not refuse, as his destination was exactly the same place, and it just so happened to overlap.

That's wonderful.

It was early morning, and the bar was already packed with people relaxing.

Perhaps because it's Halloween, people who don't have to work gathered here early to relax.

Zombies and mummies dance together, witches and vampires flirt with each other, and werewolves and dinosaurs drink together.

The bartenders at the bar wore metal goggles and had many gear-shaped accessories hanging on their uniforms; their bartending movements had a mechanical, clunky quality.

"Two Ghost Bloody Marys, one for me and one for my new best buddy."

The Slaanesh ordered a drink, and Logan sat beside him, his eyes scanning the surroundings from beneath his helmet, trying to find Teren hiding there.

The patrons were all wearing heavy makeup, making it difficult to tell at a glance whether they were the target or not. Fortunately, Tzeentch's blessing, "Momentary Memory," allowed him to hold onto what he saw in his mind for an extra two minutes. By comparing faces, he could quickly determine whether the person was Teren.

Teren was a black man, quite muscular and tall; there were probably only three people in the bar who fit those descriptions.

The man drinking alone at the bar, dressed in a long purple robe covering his entire body, was Black, judging from his exposed hands. He wore a mask, obscuring his face.

Wearing an inflatable Tyrannosaurus Rex costume, completely obscuring his face except for his dark lips and white teeth, he was having a drinking contest with a werewolf opposite him.

And then there's the mummy who's dancing with the hot zombie girl in front of him, wrapped up like a dumpling, with black ankles.

Logan didn't intend to go looking for them one by one; he could simply use [Illusory Foresight].

The first hallucination was the strong smell of alcohol, but due to Slaanesh's blessing of "scent of fragrance," his nose was practically useless in this bar, as the strong smell of alcohol was everywhere.

The second illusion is the sensation of touch, specifically the right shoulder. And the activity in a bar where physical contact is most likely to occur is dancing.

Logan looked at the mummy. Could that be Teren?

"Two Ghost Bloody Marys."

My thoughts were interrupted by the wine that was served.

The wine is a pure, blended blood red color, with dry ice on the base of the glass, emitting a white, cold mist, like a ghost.

"Try it, the Halloween special edition."

After clinking glasses, the two drank the red liquid in their glasses.

The main flavor is the sweet and sour taste of tomatoes, with some salty and savory notes from other ingredients. These are all present in a regular Bloody Mary. The only difference in this Halloween special is that the glass is filled with dry ice, making it look cooler and taste even colder.

"Hmm~ It tastes good."

Logan praised,

"I'm going to find some fun."

Slaanesh spread his hands:

Please make yourself at home.