Lyon removed the ability to mask his sense of presence.
His ID slowly appeared on the Group Chat Interface panel: AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale.
The profane ID made his mouth twitch.
If the Inquisition ever found out, he probably wouldn't survive the next day.
It was precisely for this reason that he sealed away all memory related to the ID and the Group Chat every time he finished chatting.
The Group Chat Interface displayed a large number of Red Packets and message notifications.
This was completely different from the nearly dead Group Chat he remembered. Lyon's spirit was lifted, and a long-lost sense of hope surged within him.
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: Hello everyone, fellow transmigrators!
Less than a second after the message was sent, a reply came. The speed surprised Lyon.
[Freezing Cold]: Hello, hello.
[Freezing Cold]: I'm so busy today, being a Grand General is exhausting! I don't want to be a Grand General anymore!
Grand General?
Lyon searched his memory. That was a rank higher than a Warrior; being able to serve as a Grand General meant the other person was doing quite well in their world.
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: You actually became a Grand General? It looks like you're doing well.
Lyon thought, if these new chat members had established a footing in their respective worlds, perhaps they could help each other and collectively cope with the difficulties faced by transmigrators.
The experience of a hundred years in the Warhammer Universe had utterly exhausted him.
[Freezing Cold]: Huh? Didn't you already know I became a Grand General? Aren't all of us doing well?
Wait a minute! Something's wrong! What is this ID? I've definitely never seen it!
When did the chat pull in a new person? Why didn't the Group Chat notify us?
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: I'm not new. I joined the chat about a hundred years before you did.
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: Previously, due to special circumstances, I sealed away the ID, the Group Chat, and some of my memory related to it.
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: There's no danger now, so I'm finally able to check the Group Chat. Do you need help?
He didn't mention the details, as he didn't know how to explain the danger of traveling through the Immaterium at the moment.
How could he describe the whispers that tried to corrupt one's mind?
And how should he tell these new chat members about the brutality of the Warhammer Universe?
These topics could be discussed later. For now, he just wanted to understand the situation of these new chat members.
After speaking, Lyon directly uploaded several files to the chat: Naruto Chakra Extraction Technique paired with some Yamanaka Clan Ninjutsu, Magic Cultivation Method paired with some Magic, Aura Cultivation Method paired with some Combat Techniques, and Ultimate Limitless Chi Art.
If these files were discovered in the Warhammer Universe, it would be enough for him to be judged as a Heretic and executed on the spot.
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: These are cultivation methods uploaded by previous transmigrators. Take them and see if you can practice them.
A hundred years ago, when he first acquired these cultivation systems, he was also excited to study them.
As a Reborn person and an Astartes, his body was exceptionally strong, and he displayed astonishing Talent when cultivating these Supernatural Powers.
However, the joy did not last long.
On the second day of cultivation, Lyon heard whispers from the Immaterium, and as his cultivation progressed, they became clearer and clearer.
Especially the Aura. Every time he guided this power, a seductive voice would ring in his ear: "Slay them, fight them, let blood soak the earth, let heads pile up like mountains."
This voice was incredibly persuasive and almost caused him to lose his mind.
'The Four Chaos Gods are always ready to extend their claws to any existence that displays Supernatural Powers.'
Ultimately, he had to abandon these Supernatural Power systems.
That knowledge was locked in the deepest recesses of his memory, only to be recalled when his memory was unsealed.
He was only holding a 'wait and see' attitude towards the recently acquired Ultimate Limitless Chi Art.
However, he also harbored a guess: given the characteristics of this cultivation system, it could easily attract the attention of the God of Courage and Glory.
'Perhaps in other worlds, power is a blessing, but in Warhammer, they are only a curse,' Lyon thought with a wry smile. 'I hope the chat members' worlds don't carry this risk.'
Molly carefully examined the list of chat members and then realized that "AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale" was exactly the other new person she had seen when she first joined the group!
At that time, no matter what she said, the other person never responded, as if he didn't exist at all.
[Freezing Cold]: So you weren't dead! I thought you were the first person to drop dead in the group chat.
[Freezing Cold]: @Super Block Man, boss, hurry up and come!
Ian, who was currently absorbing energy in the void and researching Power of Faith, felt the Group Chat message vibrate.
He paused his analysis of the Power of Faith and his consciousness quickly entered the Group Chat Interface, though his body continued to stack steel.
[Super Block Man]: I'm here. So the old timer who joined the group at the very beginning is still alive.
[Super Block Man]: Your shielding ability is indeed very strong. Even now, my ID automatically ignores yours.
[Super Block Man]: Judging by the ID, you transmigrated to the Warhammer Universe, right? Won't that name get you burned as a Heretic over there?
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: I transmigrated to the Warhammer World over a hundred years ago. It's the 41st Millennium now.
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: As for the name... it was automatically generated. I swear on the Emperor's ass that I am absolutely loyal!
After sending the message, Lyon subconsciously glanced around. He was running his mouth in the chat, but he still felt a little guilty.
Although Lyon had transmigrated a long time ago, his faith status was very peculiar—he only devoutly worshipped the God-Emperor while his memory was sealed. Every time his memory was unsealed, a flood of "profane" memories would impact his faith.
Such contradiction made it difficult for him to believe in the Emperor wholeheartedly.
[Super Block Man]: That's great then.
[War God of Terra]: That's great then.
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: @War God of Terra, when I first saw your name, I thought you had transmigrated into a Golden Corn and almost knelt down to beg you not to report me for the sake of fellow transmigrators.
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: Thankfully, you transmigrated to Terraria.
Lyon's mouth curled up slightly as he sent this message. This was a rare moment of relaxation in a hundred years.
In the Warhammer Universe, humor was a luxury. Others wouldn't understand his jokes; they would only treat him as a Heretic.
[Freezing Cold]: Right, I just saw you mention knowledge shared by other transmigrators, but when we joined the group, only you were left.
[Freezing Cold]: The other transmigrators didn't...
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: You guessed right. The other transmigrators are all dead.
The atmosphere in the group suddenly solidified.
Lyon stared at the message he had sent, the memories of a hundred years rushing back like a tide.
They had all eagerly communicated in the group, sharing knowledge and experiences of their respective worlds, but one by one, they died.
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: I've witnessed the deaths of too many transmigrators.
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: Most of the worlds we transmigrate to are dark and brutal.
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: The most miserable was the child who transmigrated to the world of "All Tomorrows." He was transformed into a Worm, lost the ability to think, and could only survive by instinct. He died a few years later.
Lyon paused. The fingers beneath his Power Armor gloves trembled slightly.
It was not fear, but rage. This practice of transforming humans into xenomorphs alive was something no Astartes could tolerate.
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: I tried to help them, but without the Red Packet function, I could only watch them leave.
The others felt a sense of gratitude in their hearts. If it weren't for Ian and the Red Packet function, most of them would probably have been unable to escape death now.
Lyon looked up at the star-filled sky outside the viewport. In that seemingly peaceful starry sky, countless dangers lurked. And he, a transmigrator from Blue Star, had struggled to survive in this cesspit for over a hundred years.
[AAA Terra Toilet Wholesale]: But things are different now. With you all, perhaps we can change something.
Next to make an appearance are:
The God of Courage and Glory—Khorne
The God of Wisdom and Change—Tzeentch
The God of Life and Abundance—Nurgle
The God of Art and Beauty—Slaanesh
And the Chaos God of Revenge and Destruction—Old Man Huang!