Alexander's expression suddenly froze as he watched "Unicorn"'s price sharply increase.
1.6 billion! This was the largest single income he had ever received, 10 million more expensive than the Burning One's C'tan Shard!
"His God is really good!" Alexander couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.
Although he understood that this was Slaanesh's attempt to win him over and show goodwill, Alexander couldn't refuse free money.
He hurriedly looked at the Unicorn in his pocket; her body was full of cracks and she was about to explode in less than six seconds.
Alexander quickly focused his consciousness on the last option.
[Sell? Or execute the parenting program: Child Behavior Correction Re-education?]
Sell or parent? That is the question.
Alexander had already witnessed the power of the Greater Daemon, and while 1.6 billion was a lot, Alexander was now associated with the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, with billions in income from just the first batch of goods. 1.6 billion seemed less precious than a new Greater Daemon.
A new Greater Daemon, Shizuka? Suneo? Cultivated from Slaanesh's avatar?
Shizuka represents beauty and love, which are Slaanesh's domains. Suneo represents emotions like luxury and showing off, which are also Slaanesh's domains.
Alexander felt that both were possible.
He calmed down and directly chose to execute the parenting program, subjecting Unicorn to child behavior correction re-education.
The Unicorn's body in the four-dimensional pocket suddenly swelled, her flesh and blood disintegrated, and her soul, will, and existence were peeled away layer by layer. The Warp energy from Slaanesh transformed into a violent tide within Alexander's four-dimensional pocket.
Pure Warp energy ebbed and flowed, slowly stretching within the four-dimensional pocket, transforming into tens of thousands of intricate lines that intertwined and changed in the dark deep space.
Alexander gazed at this scene, awaiting the subsequent changes.
And then... there was no 'and then'.
Alexander stared blankly at a mass of Warp energy threads continuously intertwining within the four-dimensional pocket.
"Parenting Program: Child Behavior Correction Re-education progress: 36%"
"No additional parenting materials"
This... parented a ball of threads?
Alexander looked at the threads in the four-dimensional pocket with a puzzled expression.
He noticed that these threads seemed to be constantly changing in some elegant posture, as if an invisible, highly skilled hand was weaving these threads into various aesthetically pleasing forms.
What exactly was being parented?
How could it not even have a concrete form?
While Alexander was pondering, he suddenly saw a huge shadow covering his body.
Alexander cautiously turned his head, only to see...
He saw Guilliman's face covered in ice shards, his hair frozen by the cold of the vacuum, and his face a bit red from holding his breath.
Guilliman had previously been afflicted by the toxins released by Slaanesh, and now he had clearly just overcome the toxins and regained his ability to move.
It could only be said that the Primarch's physical quality was indeed powerful, as he resolved the toxins refined by Slaanesh's avatar from her own body in just a few minutes.
The fight between Unicorn and Sanguinius was extremely fast; by the time Guilliman overcame the toxins, the battle was already over.
Seeing Guilliman's frozen face, a hint of awkwardness flashed across Alexander's face.
Because time was too tight and he was too far from Guilliman, Alexander didn't have time to shine the adaptation lamp on him.
Guilliman held his breath and quickly made several hand gestures to Alexander.
But... Alexander had not received training in sign language and didn't understand what Guilliman was gesturing.
"He's asking if Fulgrim's side has been resolved? What exactly happened just now? And can you quickly open an anywhere door for him to return to Macragge?"
Sanguinius said softly from the side.
The surrounding air had been completely consumed, becoming almost a vacuum, but Sanguinius could still speak, which was clearly the magic of Psyker power.
Alexander made a gesture, signaling Guilliman to wait a moment.
His old man's record was holding his breath in a vacuum for half an hour, so this short while should be fine.
And Alexander still had something that needed to be resolved.
He walked towards the Harlequin Avatar who was continuously tumbling in the corner of the damaged ship's cabin.
This Harlequin Avatar was cursed by Slaanesh, forced to tumble in place for all eternity.
But even so, his gaze towards Alexander still held confusion and bewilderment.
Cegorach's will was within his body, and Cegorach always paid attention to the souls of all Harlequins, especially Dark Jester's.
Dark Jester's soul did not return to Slaanesh. Alexander snatched Dark Jester's soul from Slaanesh's hands, a soul so deeply corrupted.
This made Cegorach tremble.
"I think we can discuss cooperation now," the Harlequin Avatar said while tumbling.
Alexander remained silent, only reaching out his hand to grab him.
It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but he couldn't transmit sound in a vacuum.
After all, he wasn't very skilled with Psyker abilities. Perhaps he could find time to ask Lei... no, it's better to find time to learn from Sanguinius.
The Harlequin Avatar rolled, smoothly evading Alexander's fingers.
But Alexander's other hand directly pressed down on the Mad Clock.
The Harlequin Avatar and everything around him immediately slowed down.
The Mad Clock rotated, slowing time by 60,000 times.
If it couldn't slow Slaanesh, could it not slow down Cegorach's avatar?
Alexander grabbed the Harlequin Avatar and stuffed him into the four-dimensional pocket.
[Item Name: Harlequin Avatar]
[Origin: Webway - Black Library]
[Description: A unit in the Aeldari Harlequin troupe responsible for portraying Cegorach himself. The thick greasepaint on his face is said to imitate Cegorach himself, and Cegorach's will will also attach to him, making him equivalent to Cegorach's avatar in the mortal realm. Sweet and cold in nature, it has the effect of treating emotional discomfort and qi stagnation.]
[Production Time: 911.M40]
[Status: Cursed]
[Value: 36,666,666]
[Sell?]
Alexander directly clicked yes.
In the deepest part of the Webway, a place undetectable by any probe, within the Black Library protected by the Harlequin troupe,
This is the collection point of all Aeldari knowledge, a remnant of the ancient glory of the former Aeldari Imperium, a place of knowledge existing deep within a labyrinth of dimensions, and also the refuge of the Laughing God Cegorach.
The Black Library's sentinels, neither Warp creatures nor purely belonging to the material universe, patrolled the library. Crystal tomes restrained by chains of light emitted a faint glow like stars.
Those were the tomes written by Cegorach. He often planned performances for the Harlequins in front of the tomes, listening to new amusements appearing throughout the galaxy. Laughter always filled the place.
But in these short few minutes, the laughter suddenly disappeared.
Cegorach no longer laughed, and all Harlequins were separated from him.
The Laughing God floated above the dome, holding a disc, an ancient human information medium.
The disc was imprinted with a blue, round, red-nosed figure, somewhat comical and somewhat cute.
This disc appeared at the entrance of the Black Library, before Cegorach, just as the Imperium of Man manifested and the gods were in chaos.
He didn't know who sent this disc, but unable to resist his curiosity, He spent a few seconds watching a few episodes of the animation within it.
It was a good story, telling of Doraemon from the 22nd century taking care of a child named Neoth Bita.
Doraemon had many magical tools from the 22nd century: a telephone booth that could create parallel universes with just a phone call, a creation kit treated as a primary school toy, a miraculous potion that could turn truth into lies... Only a few episodes were recorded on the disc, clearly a small part of the entire animation, but the imagination displayed within it still made Cegorach fond of it.
That kind of simple fantasy, full of beautiful expectations for the future, was a feeling the Aeldari had long forgotten.
Of course, what truly concerned Cegorach was that the tools and images appearing in this animation seemed to have some connection with the being named Alexander.
Did his magical tool truly come from the so-called 22nd century?
But the second century of the third millennium of humanity clearly didn't have these things. Through the information on the disc, Cegorach guessed that this should only be a fantasy work that began to appear at the end of the second millennium of humanity.
Just then, Cegorach noticed that Alexander had captured the Harlequin Avatar he had sent out.
But Cegorach was not worried that Alexander would tear up the hostage. His purpose was clearly to use the Harlequin as a bargaining chip with Alexander.
Wait, why was he grabbing his Harlequin Avatar and stuffing it into the four-dimensional pocket on his belly?
Cegorach felt his Harlequin Avatar disappear into Alexander's four-dimensional pocket, seemingly disintegrated by something.
But the Harlequin Avatar was equivalent to Cegorach's extension.
He could feel that the Harlequin Avatar's soul neither returned to him nor went to Slaanesh, but rather...
But Cegorach only managed to catch a glimpse.
He caught a glimpse through the soul of that Harlequin Avatar. He saw that glorious, unique world, a crystallization of humanity's beautiful fantasies about the future, as if it had not yet left Terra.
"Welcome to the 22nd century."
A gentle voice swept past Cegorach's ear, and then all the visions disappeared before his eyes.
His connection with that Harlequin Avatar's soul was completely severed.
But Cegorach confirmed two things in that brief moment.
The Harlequin Avatar's soul had regained a body. The world he saw was material, real, and... had no scent of the Warp.
"Holy crap, Asuryan's balls!"
Cegorach involuntarily exclaimed:
"Is there really a 22nd century?!"
"Ah-choo!!!"
Alexander involuntarily sneezed.
In the command center on Macragge, Guilliman, whose face was covered in ice shards from the vacuum's low temperature, turned to look at Alexander: "Why did you sneeze for me?"
Alexander rubbed his nose; he also didn't know why he suddenly sneezed.
A Chapter serf brought a blanket for Guilliman, draping it over his body, which had been exposed to the vacuum's low temperature. Although this wouldn't harm a Primarch's body, it would still feel cold.
"Sylandri Shadowseer escaped."
Guilliman, wrapped in the blanket, looked at Alexander and said:
"How will you track the Black Library?"
Alexander chuckled, pulling out an arm-length mirror from his four-dimensional pocket.