Nimrod prowled through the opulent palace, his piercing gaze sweeping across vibrant frescoes adorning the walls, their colors a testament to decadence and power.
Overhead, a crystal chandelier bathed the hall in a radiance rivaling daylight, its prismatic glow casting intricate patterns upon the marble floor.
With purposeful strides, Nimrod traversed the soft, luxurious carpet blanketing the stone, his senses attuned to the subtlest cues. By perceiving the flow of air and tapping the walls to gauge their resonance, he uncovered a concealed portal hidden behind an oil painting in the study, its frame gilded with ostentatious flourish.
[Evidently, this avaricious king trusted no one.]
He pressed the ring, wrested from King Boleslav's severed hand, into a corresponding circular recess in the wall.
Nimrod's heightened perception detected the intricate dance of gears and levers within, a symphony of mechanical precision culminating in the gradual parting of the wall to reveal a secret passage.
He stepped forward, descending a spiraling channel, each footfall echoing with resolute intent.
After a hundred steps, he arrived at a platform, its terminus guarded by a sentinel akin to those he had encountered in the Finder family's domain.
Nimrod shifted his right leg back, coiling his body for a surge of explosive force.
The sentinel's eyes flared with crimson light, a shrill alarm piercing the air as three bronze tubes extended from each side of the heavy metal balustrades flanking the platform.
In unison, they unleashed torrents of incandescent flame, rotating swiftly to cover a 120-degree arc of destruction.
In a fraction of a second, Nimrod calculated an evasion path, his mind a crucible of preternatural clarity.
His first leap landed him precisely at the fleeting intersection of the first and second flame arrays, a momentary haven untouched by the molten deluge for less than a second.
His second step exploited the ephemeral blind spot between the second and third arrays, a heartbeat's reprieve from incineration.
By his third stride, he closed the distance, crashing into the sentinel with the force of a meteor.
Having served the Boleslav dynasty for millennia, its alloy circuits eroded by time's relentless passage, the sentinel was granted eternal repose, its frame shattered under Nimrod's onslaught.
Without pause, he breached the alloyed vault door, storming into the treasury beyond.
Upon entering, his attention was immediately seized by a colossal furnace dominating the chamber's heart.
Nimrod approached the furnace, his eyes tracing the crimson inscriptions etched upon its gilded surface.
One facet bore the binary cant of the Machine God, a litany of zeros and ones sacred to the Adeptus Mechanicus. The other displayed the Low Gothic script native to Vostonia, its angular glyphs proclaiming grandeur.
He noted the furnace's dimensions—nineteen meters in height, with a cross-sectional diameter of eleven meters—a monument to industrial might.
Eschewing the operator's ladder, Nimrod reached up, opening the furnace door where the binary and Low Gothic inscriptions converged, his hand brushing the interior.
The promethium fuel chamber was frigid, its infusion conduits pristine, untainted by residue.
He circled to the opposite side, opening another door to find the interior equally immaculate, devoid of any trace of use.
Continuing his inspection, he deciphered further inscriptions upon the furnace. "Praise the Omnissiah, for this furnace was forged from the first steel of Vostonia, enlightened by the Machine God's grace."
"Bestowed upon the kings of Vostonia's hives, in honor of the Omnissiah's servants."
At the base, a steel stamp bore a familiar signature: Martian Sage Kivior.
[So, this furnace was erected as a symbol of amity between the Mechanicus and the hive kings, built grand for display. Yet, it suits my purpose perfectly.
My body can now enter the tangible facet of the Nation of Disorder, likely within the Sefirah's domain. I can test whether my earlier hypothesis holds true.]
With resolve kindled, Nimrod grasped the gilded furnace with both hands, its surface cool beneath his iron grip.
With a thought, he and the furnace vanished from the treasury.
Nimrod materialized in a plaza within the first stratum of the Nation of Disorder's tangible facet, releasing the furnace, which settled firmly upon the obsidian-like ground.
He returned to the treasury, gathering fourteen types of potion materials—twenty-one items in total—before transporting them back to the Nation of Disorder.
Sorting the materials, Nimrod realized he had amassed all components for the "Warrior" potion. For the "Arbitrator" potion, he lacked only a single gavel.
[Estupinian was an Arbites Justice; his will suffice.]
He re-entered the material world, activating his vox-comm to summon Rawlslev.
"My lord, two enemy probing attacks were repelled by the Finder family's guards."
"The spire's interior has been fully purged; only your followers remain."
"Send up a canister of promethium and a rubber spoon."
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Within the Nation of Disorder, Nimrod cast the "Vulture's" chainsword into the furnace.
After a cacophony of crackling bursts, he observed a crimson gelatinous solid coalescing within.
Scooping it into a vial, he noted the furnace's interior was unblemished, the gel a seamless whole, confirming the "Warrior" potion's successful synthesis.
Elation surged within him. [If I can concoct potions in the Nation of Disorder, I command the Beyonder system, able to cultivate trusted individuals into Beyonders.]
The essence of Sequence potions lay in the Beyonder abilities they conferred.
Only with the formula and precise materials could a potion imbued with mystical power be crafted, granting Beyonder abilities upon consumption.
The knowledge imparted during ingestion, even if gleaned by Tzeentch, could not be replicated to forge Beyonders.
The "Sleepless" potion bestowed upon Bukayo exemplified this.
Without consuming the "Sleepless" potion and gaining the Beyonder ability "Vigorous Vitality," knowing one needed minimal sleep—none at night, three to four hours by day—was futile.
Tzeentch could modify a follower's body to forgo sleep, but this was not a Beyonder ability.
Nimrod's legal acumen, even if acquired by Tzeentch and bestowed upon a follower, lacked the spiritual enhancement and Beyonder ability "Eloquent Oratory," rendering it incapable of defeating a premier barrister as he had.
Tzeentch might grant psychic manipulation or deception, achieving similar ends, but these too were not Beyonder abilities.
Whatever knowledge Tzeentch extracted from potions, its gifts remained within its existing repertoire.
Beyonder abilities were the core, and potion formulas the sole key to their unlockment.
Yet, Nimrod faced a peril: the Chaos Gods could peer into reality, observing his potion-crafting.
While they could bestow blessings, their curiosity about the potion system posed a risk.
Any possibility, however slight, harbored danger.
Now, crafting potions within the Nation of Disorder eliminated this sole vulnerability.
No entity could pierce the veil of the Nation of Disorder's realm.
As for the three potions he had previously crafted—"Lawyer," "Barbarian," and "Sleepless"—Nimrod was unconcerned.
He even welcomed the Chaos Gods' attempts to replicate the first two.
High-Sequence Beyonders wielded immense influence over their Pathway's subordinates.
Upon ascending to Sequence 0 "Black Emperor," wielding a Sefirah, he could alter potion formulas, modify Sequence abilities, and dominate his Pathway's Beyonders.
Should the Chaos Gods cultivate his followers, Nimrod would applaud, dubbing them "benevolent gods."
The only potential loss was the "Sleepless" potion formula.
Yet, by controlling Vostonia's moons, devoid of moonstone, even full observation by the Chaos Gods during its crafting would avail them naught.
Moreover, Sequence 9 Beyonders were merely nascent, reaching the pinnacle of mortal prowess in specific domains.
A "Lawyer" could transform a legal novice into a premier barrister, but no further.
A "Sleepless," enhanced in darkness, surpassed mortals—Bukayo, with "Night Vision" and "Child of the Night," felled gang members but could not best Imperial Auxilia equipped with auspexes.
Sequence 8 Beyonders' combat prowess paled against Astartes.
Post-gene-awakening, Nimrod's core strength stemmed from his Primarch abilities, with Beyonder powers growing pivotal as he ascended Sequences.
He would not bestow Beyonder might upon just anyone; potential and loyalty were paramount.
Returning to reality, Nimrod resolved to summon Rawlslev, intending to forge him into a Beyonder with the freshly crafted "Warrior" potion.
Though Rawlslev's potential was lesser than Bukayo's, his loyalty was absolute.
Furthermore, upon a Beyonder's death, their Beyonder characteristics precipitated, reusable as primary materials or for crafting mystical artifacts.
Successful recovery ensured no waste, alleviating concerns of betrayal.
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20PS — 1 additional Chapter
40PS — 2 additional Chapter and special mention if you've contributed 3 or more PS.
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