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And from that moment on, half of the world changed.
Grass sprouted from the barren land, and blue skies and white clouds began to appear overhead. The fresh air was so invigorating that it lifted one's spirits.
He was covered in wounds and instinctively retreated, feeling happy and longing for this sense of security and joy; he yearned for more.
A person stood on the other side of the world, gazing at him. Behind the person, a black sun gradually rose from the distant horizon. Even the blue sky and white clouds here were affected, beginning to distort, and even diminishing much of the sense of security within him.
Looking at that black sun, just staring at it gave him a strong sense of crisis.
A sense of crisis that could utterly defeat the entire world.
"Von Erik".
"That's what people are saying."
"Do not retreat any further."
He didn't answer, he dared not answer, he didn't want to answer. He didn't even bother to thoroughly and systematically observe the other person's face. In a daze, he heard a satisfied chuckle in his ear. It was low and casual, giving the impression of a kind old man, an old man sitting next to him.
He turned his head tremblingly and, sure enough, saw an old man.
He was very old and fat. His large body, but his rosy cheeks indicated that he was in good health and did not have any fatal diseases.
Are you going to listen to him?
The old man smiled.
"Don't be afraid, child, we are all reasonable people."
who are you?
"Does that matter?" the old man countered. "Is a name important? Or is status more important?"
really?
"of course it's true."
The old man's kind smile, just by looking at that smile, told him what choice he should make.
"A name itself has no meaning; it's just a designation, a label used to identify you, a..."
"enough."
The man suddenly spoke, the black sun behind him radiating a cold light.
"Let him choose for himself."
"What did you say? Distorted."
“I said… let him choose for himself, you scoundrel.”
Chapter 238 Frustrate Nurgle's Plot
“I said… let him choose for himself, you scoundrel.”
The words were spoken in an utterly flat tone, reaching his ears. A sense of confusion immediately arose within him. He looked at the person, then turned to look at the old man, pondering where such a naming style as "Twisted" and "Grudge" could possibly come from.
The old man noticed his confused look, and a kind smile appeared on his round face. He looked at him and nodded slightly. The aura of life wafted over him, making one's heart feel incredibly comfortable and at peace.
"Yes."
The old man nodded.
"Nurgle, that's my name."
And what about my name?
He looked at the old man with some urgency and asked the question.
"Von Erik".
The one called Twisted spoke, looking at him.
"That's your name."
He glanced quickly and directly at the distorted face, not daring to utter a word; his distrust was palpable. He saw the old man again, whose smile had deepened, as if something very happy had happened. He nodded slightly, acknowledging the truth of the matter.
"Yes, your name is von Erik."
von Erik.
He silently recited the name in his heart, and every time the name echoed in his mind, he could feel a faint sense of longing, a longing that transcended time and space and would always come to him no matter what.
"What on earth is this..."
"Don't stand there."
Twisted suddenly spoke, looking at Eric with an undeniable air of authority.
"Come to the middle and choose again."
The twisted figure stretched out its hand and pointed at Naggle.
"Don't let him influence you. This time, you choose for yourself."
"Didn't he choose this place himself?" The old man's voice held surprise; clearly, he found the words coming from his twisted mouth unbelievable. "He chose to come here... and he likes it here, doesn't he?"
The old man raised his hand, and a large tree appeared out of thin air. He plucked a leaf from the tree and handed it to Eric, pointing to the azure sky above. Everything looked so peaceful and beautiful, like a harmonious family, forever free of conflict and battle, possessing only mutual love, respect for life, and a happy future.
Eric felt an overwhelming drowsiness, so intense that he felt his eyelids were about to droop. He couldn't help but tremble, but his eyes still slowly closed involuntarily. Just then, a deafening roar erupted, like thousands of cannons firing simultaneously, or like a thunderstorm erupting from a cloud that had swept across a planet. Regardless of the sound, it successfully brought him back to his senses, and he opened his eyes wide.
"Boom!"
One sound followed another, violent and terrifying. The old man's smile vanished suddenly; in a fleeting instant, his expression turned icy, making him a completely different person from before.
He shook his head slightly, looking at the distorted shape.
"I thought this was just a matter between the two of us."
He spoke, his voice revealing no attempt to conceal his accusation.
"What kind of beauty are you thinking of?"
A twisted, cold laugh.
"You want to use this person to take over a door on the planet. Your purpose is almost obvious to anyone. So when you do this, it is no longer just a matter between us, but between you, me, and him."
“So,” the twisted voice said in a deep voice, “let him choose for himself, let him do it himself.”
The old man squinted, and suddenly the buzzing of insects filled the air.
Eric's nose twitched suddenly. He smelled a scent, an unexpected scent. For the first seven seconds, the scent was wonderful, like a forest after the rain, filled with an indescribable freshness. But after seven seconds, the scent abruptly changed, shifting from a forest to a junkyard, still that scent of the Forge World, a mixture of corpses, industrial waste, polluted air, and water.
Nausea.
want to vomit.
What is this...
"Do you remember it?"
Twisted whispers.
Eric jerked his head up, staring intently at the indistinct face of the "person." The old man had vanished, leaving only a vibrant meadow. Beneath the desolate sky, only two figures remained.
It stared at him, then uttered the name once more.
"Von Erik".
it said.
"Do you remember?"
What do you think of?
He instinctively began to think. He felt as if he hadn't done this in a long time, but thinking is a human instinct, so when he thought about it, he did it naturally.
He pondered, searching for clues in the other person's words...
von Erik.
My name.
Yes, that is my name.
von Erik.
What has happened to this name?
His eyes widened.
Yes, how could he forget?
He is von Erik, the son of a soldier, a warrior of the Armageddon Steel Legion, the sword of the God-Emperor, a weak yet steadfast obstacle to humanity's enemy...
Amighidotton is his homeland, an ancient, resilient, and enduring world...
But why am I here?
Von Erik looked at the person in confusion. His memories and personality had completely returned—the soul of a mortal, a soul with the potential of an Alpha psychic.
He was no longer cowering like before; as a warrior, even when facing the unknown, his heart was suddenly filled with courage.
On Amegidon, his parents taught him to be fearless, and in the army, his instructors and veterans taught him how to survive on the battlefield, while also showing him that we are not fearless creatures, but that we have the power of belief to resist and even overcome fear.
So, at this moment, ignoring the strange state of the person in front of him, he forced himself to look into those eyes and asked a question.
"who are you?"
"Lynch."
The person opened their mouth and uttered a name.
A strange name; von Eric was certain he had never heard it before. He looked at the "person" with suspicion and began to observe him carefully, memorizing every feature and starting to analyze it. The "person" didn't give him time and spoke again abruptly.
"I'm here to help you."
"Help me?" Eric frowned, his face filled with deep suspicion and unease. "Do you know you look extremely suspicious right now?"
The "person" fell silent. Watching his changing form, Eric felt a sense of relief and took two steps back, trying to distance himself slightly. His small movement was not overlooked by the "person," who sighed helplessly and, finally looking at him, asked another question.
"Von Erik".
He said.
How do you feel about your current state?