In this world, many things can only be truly understood and appreciated when witnessed firsthand.
Just like Emrys now; he never considered himself to be superior, nor did he harbor any grand or noble ideals.
As for leveraging his identity as a 'transmigrator' to save the Imperium of Man from its dire state, such 'heroic' feats and thoughts never even crossed his mind at the moment.
Who is he?
A lower hive scavenger!
Not some god damn demigod gigachad max pro vista!
A piece of trash as lowly as dust, what could he possibly use to save the Imperium?
Even Primarch Roboute Guilliman couldn't accomplish such a feat, so what right did a lower hive scavenger like him have to change the Imperium?
From beginning to end, Emrys' thoughts were simple: to live well, with dignity, like a person—to simply live!
However, the scene before him caused an immense shock to his heart!
Hundreds of blood-dripping heads stared with unseeing eyes, their pale, grey eyes still holding a longing for life and the pain of torture before death; many of them were prepubescent children.
"But what can I do?"
Emrys bit his lip hard, unaware that it was bleeding, and instinctively clenched his fists.
His fingernails dug into his skin, the pain rousing him from his daze, and he stared blankly at the hill made of piled skulls, a bitter expression on his face.
"I'm sorry, I cannot avenge you. Not yet."
He forced himself not to look at the hollow gazes of the skulls, lowering his head and muttering to himself, "The only thing I can do for you is to let the Arbites of the middle-hive and upper-hive know about this."
The scale of the 'Khorne Cult' entrenched in the lower hive was unknown, and it possessed Psykers, which was not a problem he could solve.
He was weak, far too weak to contend with a cult, let alone match the cult's Psykers.
Therefore, the only way Emrys could think of to resolve the 'Khorne Cult' was to inform the Enforcer of the Hive, the PDF, and the top nobles and governors about it.
Eradicate the Khorne Cult decisively before the situation becomes uncontrollable!
It's too urgent.
Emrys bit his lip tightly; the time left for him was dwindling.
Judging by the 'sacrifice' ritual held by the Khorne Cult this time, it was conservatively estimated that its scale was already very large, and it was even highly probable that it was establishing a connection with the Warp.
Once the sacrifice ritual was completely finished and the Blood God 'Khorne' bestowed blessings, it would no longer be a problem that the Planetary Defense Forces could solve.
Of course, among the Chaos Gods, although Khorne is known for his brutality and warlike nature, he does not like to slaughter the weak.
Such acts as the slaughter of scavengers and the sacrifice of skulls are highly unlikely to attract Khorne's attention, though the possibility cannot be entirely ruled out.
This sacrifice failed, but who can guarantee that the next sacrifice will fail?
"I must leak the information as soon as possible." Emrys clenched his fists, his heart filled with the anxiety and urgency brought by time.
Turning his gaze upwards to the vast network of steel pipes, his eyes gradually firmed, "The lower hive cannot stop the cult, and the Iron Crows gang members… they might have already been brainwashed. I must find a way to infiltrate the middle-hive; only then can I stop the cult from spreading!"
After a deep glance at the hill of skulls, Emrys reluctantly averted his gaze and whispered, "I'm sorry, I can't help you, and I wouldn't dare to help you."
He could bury the skulls, but he dared not do so.
The reason was that the risk was too great!
If the cult members returned and discovered the sacrificial skulls were gone, they would quickly realize that their plan had been thoroughly exposed.
Never underestimate the cult's investigative abilities, especially with Psykers involved. Even if Emrys were careful and hid his tracks, his identity could still be exposed.
At that point, what awaited him would be the cult's full-force pursuit, with no chance of survival.
As if fleeing in disgrace, Emrys could still feel the gazes of those people on his back, burning and scorching.
Without a word, Emrys, who had carefully hidden his tracks, returned to his 'dog kennel' to retrieve a few gold bars, which he hid in his bosom. After quietly changing his clothes and appearance, he went directly to the black market.
He wore a crude mask and a loose, tattered robe, concealing his facial features to avoid unnecessary trouble.
The Khorne Cult's sudden large-scale sacrificial activities completely disrupted Emrys' plans.
Originally, he had intended to use conventional means to bribe the Enforcer of the Hive, purchase a middle-hive resident permit, and then openly enter the middle-hive.
But now, that idea was shattered!
Even at the fastest, a middle-hive resident permit would take at least half a month to obtain.
Moreover, considering the low efficiency of Imperial administration, it was not impossible for it to drag on for a year or even longer.
But the cult had not left Emrys that much time, so he had to find another way, using 'illegal' means.
Just like many people from the U.S. smuggled themselves across the U.S.-Mexico border in his previous life, there was also a type of person in the lower hive's black market who could help you 'smuggle' into the middle-hive.
The former, buying a resident permit, was for stability; though it took a long time, there would be no problems.
But the latter… As everyone knows how the U.S. treats those who 'run', the Arbites would only use more brutal methods against these 'runaways' who infiltrated the middle-hive from the bottom.
But Emrys was well aware that time was his most precious commodity, so he could only choose to risk 'smuggling' into the middle-hive!
Arriving at the alley at the end of the black market, he knocked on an Ironhide door, deliberately lowering his voice and hoarsely saying, "I need a path."
A moment later, the Ironhide door opened a crack, and a bald head peered out, scrutinizing him up and down, "What path?"
This was a form of 'code word', and Emrys, well-versed, replied, "The path to happiness."
Being able to match the code word, the bald man pulled open the Ironhide door, making way for him to enter, "Second floor. You know the rules, right?"
"I know."
Emrys handed over the old-fashioned laser pistol he had in his arms.
Then, the bald man thoroughly searched him, and after confirming he had no weapons, he slightly raised his chin, signaling him to go up to the second floor from the side.
Stepping onto the creaking, almost polished old wooden boards to the second floor, Emrys immediately saw a man with a metal prosthetic leg, smoking a rolled cigarette, with both legs propped on a table.
Is it him?
Emrys was slightly surprised and recognized the man at a glance; it was the same fellow who had bought his gas mask previously.
After all, that distinctive metal prosthetic leg was quite rare in the lower hive.
The man, with the rolled cigarette held by his metal prosthetic leg, elegantly exhaled a smoke ring, "I remember you, the kid who sold me a gas mask last time."
Beneath the mask, Emrys' pupils suddenly contracted, and a hint of shock appeared on his face.
He had disguised himself last time, and this time was no different; how did the other party discover him?
Could it be…
Considering a certain possibility, he immediately heightened his vigilance, his surging psyker power, like a tightly drawn bowstring, ready to strike!
If the other party made any move, he would crush him into a pulp at the first instant!
"Heh, no need to be so nervous, kid."
The man seemed to sense Emrys' tension, and as he grinned, he lifted his long, wavy-like hair.
The other half of his face, covered by his long hair, clearly had a metal electronic bionic eye embedded in his left eye socket, emitting a crimson glow.
"See it? The metal bionic eye." He pointed to the crimson bionic eye, staring at Emrys with interest, and slowly said, "Seeing as you're young, I'll tell you another truth: never think that changing clothes and wearing a mask can fool everyone. Even without this eye, I could still spot you."
Sensing that the other party seemed to bear no ill will, Emrys gradually lowered his guard, but his psyker power remained around him, "Thank you, I'll remember that."
This incident greatly reminded him never to underestimate these scumbags lurking in the lower hive!
"I need to smuggle into the middle-hive. Can you arrange it?"
Emrys took a deep breath, deciding not to pretend anymore, and went straight to the point.
"Do you know who I am?"
The man crossed his legs, a smirk playing on his lips, and pointed to his face, "I, Jackal. As long as you can pay the price, I can get you in."