I'm a magnetic field madman

"enough!"

The dark angel priest Balses, who had remained silent until now, interrupted the low and pointless argument with a deep voice.

He looked at Bai Qianshuang—his black eyes held an absolute wariness and a murderous intent that wished he could tear him to pieces, but not from anger, but from fear.

A fear that seemed to be etched deep into the bones of these dark angels.

"Who are you? Why do you know so much?" he asked in a low voice.

"Is that all you know? I know even more, like the Second Empire and stuff..."

Bai Qianshuang leaned against the wall and said lazily...

"Honestly, the secret my brother left me is extremely dangerous in this universe. I suspect that the number of people who want to kill me could stretch from the Comoros to the Eye of Fear. That might be part of the reason why I'm staying here and not going out."

This is not a joke, it's true.

For the average transmigrator, the most dangerous thing about this shitty universe isn't the ubiquitous wars or the demons of the warp—the most dangerous thing is knowing too many secrets.

The first problem any Hammerhead would face if they traveled to this universe is that they know too much.

From the ancient truth of the War of Heaven, the fall of the ancient saints and the rise of the four gods.

Then there are the many unspeakable truths about those four bastards, their shamanistic dealings with some crazy shaman hybrid (just kidding), and so on...

From a dark secret concealed by an eternally loyal legion, to an unremembered empire, and then...

In a universe where every flash of thought creates a ripple in the subspace, what happens to your mind when you know so much?

If you were to compile all the information you know into a concept book, or even go a step further and make some game pieces to sell to people, the scene would be incredibly interesting and lively.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the number of people who want to kill you could fill an entire star sector.

However, it's more likely that because you know too much, you'll be corrupted into a chaotic egg by those four things in the subspace the moment you land.

"So, do you want to hear it?" Bai Qianshuang looked at them with a playful expression, then...

“I have an interesting program here called, um... what if emperors had talking devices.”

19. Shit Pit and Madman

“BecauseIamthefuckingemperor!!”

In the dark prison cell, the extremely bored Bai Qianshuang put on a stand-up comedy routine.

His personality has always been that of a goofball. Compared to his mature and steady older brother, his overly carefree nature has always been his most prominent characteristic.

Oh, and that same wicked sense of humor as my brother.

Just like now.

Bai Qianshuang was extremely happy after performing a stand-up comedy routine on a famous Terra radio program out of sheer boredom... because the expressions of the Astartes in front of him gave him a full taste of the pleasure of a perverse sense of humor.

If these Astartes weren't confined to their cells, and if they weren't not those religiously obsessed judges and state church lunatics, they would have rushed up and smashed him into a pulp without hesitation.

"This is fucking blasphemy!!"

The phrase "named after the Emperor's sacred scrotum" has been uttered more than once by that restless young wolf, Jomond.

"Isn't it interesting?" Bai Qianshuang grinned wildly.

"Once I get out, I'll definitely find a way to hack into Terra's broadcasting system and play the Emperor's sacred profanities on a 24/7 loop. Hehehe, it'll surely bring your Emperor endless surprises!!"

Well, it's more likely that Terra will immediately see tens of millions more cult members emerge that day.

"So, you're saying you're not human from this universe?"

The priest Balthus was not affected by the emperor's sacred profanity—or rather, he forced himself not to think about such blasphemous things, and simply stared straight at Bai Qian Shuang as he spoke…

"That's utter nonsense," the think tank Osnier said succinctly.

“Just because you don’t understand or know something doesn’t mean it’s nonsense. Besides, I never need you to believe anything,” Bai Qianshuang shrugged.

"In fact, I don't even care about the humans in your universe. What do I care about their arising and ceasing?"

Bai Qianshuang's personality is different from other martial gods; he doesn't care about racism...

After succeeding his elder brother, the Sea Tiger Martial God, he even adopted a more conciliatory approach towards the mutants on Mars.

What's more, there's just too much shit in this universe.

To paraphrase Chagatai Khan, the Empire was a pile of dog shit, but Chaos was even worse.

But in reality, for the vast majority of ordinary people, the two are probably not that different, and their understanding is simply not enough to help them distinguish between the good and the bad.

What was that story again?

You are a commoner boy in an imperial world. Your father was forcibly conscripted and his fate is unknown. Ninety percent of his pension was eaten up by the governor and his men.

Your mother has fallen ill from overwork in trying to support you and your sister... Your six-year-old sister looks at the empty rice bowl and smiles, saying she's full...

All you want is to earn enough bread for your family tomorrow morning and a little bit of life-saving medicine.

But unfortunately, you pray to the emperor and get nothing in return; all you get from your hard work is a meager salary that's barely enough to feed yourself...

You watch as 80% or even 90% of your income is divided up by nobles and officers who are never hungry, and you watch them revel every night...

And all you can do is wait for the gang to come and collect protection money tomorrow, and being unable to pay, you can only watch helplessly as your sister is forced into prostitution.

Then one day a voice came from the void, and he granted you great power. With that power, you killed all the gangsters who had bullied you.

The voice asked for nothing in return, only that you continue killing, so you did as it was told... and your mother no longer had to work herself to death every day, and your sister no longer had to force herself to eat when she saw an empty bowl... and you gradually began to live a good life, so you started to spread more of your teachings to those around you.

Okay, if this story were to develop further, it might turn into a situation where this bewitched mortal kills both his mother and sister...

Or perhaps the voice that helped you in the beginning was a kind old man who ultimately ensured that you and your family would never be separated again—but the only thing this empty story conveys is this:

Empire and Chaos are just two piles of dog shit of different colors. And Empire, in fact, should be described as the one pile of shit that contains even a little bit of nutrition.

Indeed, the empire has countless heroic stories forged by sacrifices... but the vast majority of ordinary people still live a life worse than death.

Moreover, those who oppress them are not the demons in those stories, but still their own kind.

This mentality permeated the empire from top to bottom; high lords worked themselves to death for the empire. But the ironic thing is, even the most loyal and capable of working even harder…

But when thirteen people at a table all harbor grand ambitions of "only my method can save the empire," what they exhibit is an extremely idiotic exchange of attacks.

The possibility that the High Lord is a follower of Chaos is infinitesimally close to zero... but here's the problem: even if you don't neglect your duties, you have the ability, you are loyal—

But when too many conflicting and hostile people sit at the same table...

They often delay even the simplest administrative tasks to an intolerable degree due to extremely low efficiency.

Not to mention the various ingenious maneuvers these Highlords have pulled to attack their political enemies—to put it bluntly, wasn't the future Minister of the Interior who dared to stage a coup against Guilliman and force the Primarchs to become their puppets also a "loyal" and "capable" person?

But what he did was nothing short of stupid, making people's blood pressure soar.

But he himself believed that this was the only way to prevent the empire from experiencing another "Horus Rex".

The fact that Wangorich's dictatorship resulted in what was perhaps the most efficient and effective sixty years of mortal governance in the Empire's ten thousand years is the best illustration of the Empire's current absurd state.

This principle applies not only to the High Lords at the top, but also to the various levels of Inquisitors, Planetary Governors, and Nobles below them.

Because the emperor is far away, these guys' exploitation and corruption of the people of this planet has reached an suffocating level...

The empire's crude and simplistic black-and-white binary thinking is also the most direct cause of the constant rebellions over the past ten thousand years.

Not to mention the little-known "cold trade," the empire's national policy being to eradicate aliens and chaos...

But there are always exceptions. Some high-ranking officials of the Empire, or even important figures on Terra, may have been driven by opportunistic motives or simply out of curiosity about the alien creations...

They would secretly build a route for selling highly contraband through trade nodes like the Great Vortex.

Some things that the people of the Empire found unbelievable or even utterly heretical were thus able to circulate through trade nodes across the galaxy and reach the hands of the Empire's elite, some of whom were even important figures on Terra.

Terra's tendency to turn a blind eye to the governors and nobles of various planets is largely due to this reason.

Besides the primary reason of administrative inefficiency, a secondary reason was that the income from tributes paid by these governors and nobles, along with the large quantities of contraband traded through cold trade, satisfied the needs of the imperial nobility.

But does this comply with Imperial law? Of course not. Heresy? It's fucking heresy.

It's even said that Huron, the chaotic warlord of the Great Vortex, was one of the participants in this trade route... otherwise, where would he have gotten the financial and material resources to act as his "timely rain"?

The solar system, which is theoretically the safest place for humans, is actually not much different from any other cesspool.

Just like Terra is also home to a whole bunch of scoundrels and cultists, and because there are so many powerful people there, it is even more outrageous in its ability to harbor filth and evil!

Will anyone trace it back to them?

A courtroom? The Ministry of Justice? National Education Department?

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Even the three Inquisitions of the Rebel Order, especially the Inquisition of the Alien, are strong supporters of this extraterrestrial theory!

They oppose the Xenomorphs, yet they possess a vast number of Xenomorph creations. The Xenomorphs come from the Xenomorph's Court, and the Demon Court from the Demon's Court—this is no joke.

With such a top-down, layer-by-layer exploitation, how much of the suffering endured by the people of the empire was truly "out of necessity" rather than the oppression of these insects?

Is the empire's total resources really insufficient for all its people to live a barely human life?

Are all the industrial and agricultural worlds on a million planets really insufficient to cope with frequent wars, to the point that even desperate soldiers have to eat corpse starch?

The vast majority of rebellions have absolutely nothing to do with demons or alien hairs...

Purely, it was just the rebellion of commoners who couldn't survive under the oppression of the governor and nobles.

If you point at these people and call them rebellious heretics, it's no wonder that for the past ten thousand years there has never been a shortage of Astartes who couldn't stand the Empire and defected.

The empire's decay was all-encompassing. It's certainly true to be moved by the emperor's sacrifices through grand narratives, but the stench of the empire was also unbearable.

Even the Primarchs themselves were unwilling to manage this empire...

When Vulcan returned from the War of the Beasts, he didn't even bother with the Empire, which wasn't completely rotten yet. Now, however, it's essentially a decaying corpse...

Upon waking, Guilliman was furious, believing that the empire should have been destroyed in Horus's rebellion!

If Guilliman, the Primarch who was the most politically astute and adept at manipulating politics, held this attitude, one can only imagine how the other Primarchs viewed it.

Bai Qianshuang had no right to judge their merits or demerits; after all, there wasn't a single race in this shitty universe that wasn't garbage.

Even titanium, which looks relatively human, is only so because they haven't yet grasped the true nature of a latrine.

He was unhappy because he hated it all. And as a magnetic field expert, his morality was even closer to Khon'n' Nemesis than that of the humans in this world.

He hated all classes and lineages, and loathed the shackles that so-called faith and other things imposed on people.

Of course, in this universe, the pursuit of progress is tantamount to heading towards chaos, and the current state of the Empire is largely a consequence of this.

However, it remains undeniable that the ugliness of human nature was the inevitable result that led the empire to such an ugly state.

Bai Qianshuang wouldn't criticize, because he couldn't find any way to change things. But he disliked it, just like that human from the Golden Age who wanted to save his fellow humans in this era but was killed by them. He hated everything here, so he wouldn't hide his disgust.

After all, isn't Bai Qianshuang, this magnetic field guy, also a piece of dog shit?

That's fine then, let's keep stirring. Even in a universe like this, Bai Qianshuang will still be a capricious magnetic field powerhouse—I'll do whatever I want!

"Then what was your purpose in escaping?"

The weakened Krom had woken up at some point and looked at him listlessly, saying...

"I'm going to the Eye of Fear to find my older brother," Bai Qianshuang said, glancing sideways.

"I brought you along because I don't know how to navigate this universe, and I need someone who does. Also, because that guy named Guo Zhen said he has a way to get us out of the Comoros."

"Escape? You're locked in a cage just like us," Jomond sneered.

Bai Qianshuang didn't say anything, but simply pushed gently, and the cell door, which wasn't even locked, was opened directly.

Squeak...

Jomond opened his mouth, his face contorted in a look of utter disbelief, speechless. They, too, had to accept this fact.

This "ordinary person" could actually leave the cell at any time and not associate with them.

Unlike these people, what confined him was not the prison door and lock, but the city of Comoros itself, or rather, this vast subspace.

They were included simply because they had experience with subspace travel—they weren't really in a cooperative relationship at all.

Whether the shocking things this bastard said were true or false didn't seem to matter.

If you can't escape the Comoros, everything you say is nonsense; if you can't leave the warp, everything you say is empty talk.

The Empire theoretically still has five living Primarchs!

It's still in such a terrible state.