[Consciousness Transfer Complete]
[Detected severe mental trauma to the host. Automatically consuming 3,000 points for restoration.]
Upon hearing the familiar voice in his ear:
"..."
Kenmyo Isayama realized his consciousness had returned to his body. However, he remained lying on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling in a long, heavy silence.
After a long while, he finally let out a weak, breathy whisper:
"Waaagh..."
The end of this simulation was far more exhausting than imagined. That final, world-ending psionic cannon blast—fueled by the collective will of the entire Ork race—had utterly drained Kenmyo's mental energy. Right now, he was so tired that if he could lie down, he wouldn't sit; if he could sleep, he wouldn't blink.
[View Evaluation]
[Simulation concluded. Reward settlement complete.]
War World: Octarius
Timeline: War of the Ork Empire vs. Tyranids
[Faction: Ork Greenskins]
World Difficulty: Lv. 25 – Lv. ?? (High Danger)
Units Slain: Tyranid Leviathan Splinter Fleet
War Contribution: 10,236,520 points
Breakdown: 10,000,000 points for the destruction of the Leviathan Splinter Fleet; 236,520 points for individual Tyranid unit kills.
War Contribution to Point Exchange: 1:1
Overall Grade: SS+ (Exceptional)
Evaluation: Can an ant truly slay a "God"?
Rewards:
Experience: 60,000 XP
Points: 236,520 (Resulting balance after deducting 10,000,000 contribution points)
Stat Points: 10 (Free allocation)
Item: [Miracle of the Holy Spirit]
Consumable Scroll: "Power of Belief: I'z Finkin'!" (Tier 1)
Skill: "Soul of the Mek"
[Notice: Skill System successfully activated. Skill Menu is now open.]
Title: "Tyranid Slaughterer"
[Notice: Title System activated. Current title equip limit: 1]
Special Unit: Leviathan [Norn Queen]
[Notice: Summoning System activated. Due to lack of basic summoning skills, max summon capacity: 3]
[Available for binding: "Norn Queen," "Flesh Hound"]
[Caution: If the Flesh Hound is bound to the summoning system, the "Eternal Hunt" equipment will shatter.]
"Is my vision blurring..." "Or am I dreaming?"
Kenmyo didn't even look at the massive list of rewards at first. His eyes were locked onto that one cold, hard number:
[10,236,520 Points]
He had been lying flat on his back a moment ago; now, he bolted upright, his breath coming in sharp, rapid hitches.
Good grief, it turns out War Contribution is directly linked to points. He was suddenly "point-free"—he could afford anything!
But a second later, he saw the actual points in his hand: 230,000. Ten million had vanished.
"Wait, where did my points go?!"
That was enough for ten C-rank simulations! This was beyond painful; it was a soul-crushing loss. Kenmyo's mental state collapsed into grief. There was no rage, as the [Warhammer Simulator] had already absorbed that particular emotion during the process.
Kenmyo took a deep breath and demanded the system provide a detailed breakdown of where those ten million points went.
[Capturing Tyranid Special Unit: "Norn Queen." Notary Fee: 10,000,000 points.] Click to view details:
Removing [Hive Mind] Imprint: 5,000,000 points
Incubating [Norn Queen]...
Alright, he didn't need to see the rest. Essentially, the [Warhammer Simulator] had taken his ten million points to "notarize" a special Tyranid unit, forcibly binding it to him as a summon.
"Norn Queen..."
Kenmyo repeated the words. He remembered the terrifying, sun-blotting, near-infinite swarm of the Tyranids. If this was truly what he thought it was... then those ten million points might actually be worth it. No, it was a steal.
Either way, he just had to summon it.
Kenmyo tentatively clicked "Summon." But the moment he did, he realized with horror that he couldn't move. A spatial lock had solidified the room; the very concept of time slowed to a crawl.
He felt a sensation ten times more terrifying than when the unknown entity from the [Temple] had watched him. Blood-red mist swirled in the room. The density of cursed energy was unprecedented, and countless terrifying spirits spiraled around him.
[Error Occurred]
[Detected Summoned Unit is being rejected by the current world]
[Current World Will: Judging this creature's descent as an extreme threat to the world]
[Danger Level: World-Ending]
[Must be Eradicated]
Seeing these blood-red words, Kenmyo was speechless. This time, it was the "Malice of the World."
Brother Simulator, if you're going to offer a notary service, can you be a bit more professional? This is the second time you've pit me. What's next? Facing the malice of the four Chaos Gods directly?
[Summoning temporarily suspended]
[Node found]
[Commencing troubleshooting...]
The [Warhammer Simulator's] method of troubleshooting was always simple: solve the problem by solving whoever caused it. Kenmyo heard a muffled, pained groan in his ear, like someone being punched hard. The anomalies instantly receded like a tide, as if they had never happened.
[Troubleshooting complete]
[Summoning successful]
A five-meter-long crack suddenly appeared in the air before Kenmyo. It stretched open like a dark eye—a black hole in reality. Space trembled, weeping "black tears."
Something was crawling out. First came a sharp, iconic Tyranid claw, gripping the edge of the spatial rift for leverage.
"Yeah, it's definitely a Tyranid," Kenmyo muttered, feeling a surge of anticipation. The rift was five meters wide; he estimated the creature must be at least four meters tall.
While a bit smaller than the Titan-sized monstrosities he had imagined, it was still acceptable.
However, instead of the violent, massive limb he expected, a short, stubby leg encased in a fierce chitinous shell appeared. It struggled for a long time to reach the floor. Finally, the thing inside seemed to give a vigorous hop and tumbled out.
Due to the excessive force, it rolled out like a ball, thump-thump-thump, right to his feet.
Kenmyo froze. He stared at the black, shell-covered thing, which was barely larger than a soccer ball.
You're telling me THIS thing can destroy the world?
Summoned Unit Profile
Name: Norn Queen (Larval Stage)
Race: Tyranid – Leviathan
Evolution Stage: Tier 1
Health: 80% (Unconscious)
Biomass: 0 / 180 (Limit can be upgraded)
Note: Biomass grows by consuming organic matter.
Stats:
Strength: 15
Intelligence: 25
Charisma: 1
Skill 1: Tyranid Queen (Tier 1): Can produce Tier 1 Tyranid organisms by consuming the flesh of other creatures to create high-concentration biomass.
Skill 2: Hive Mind (Tier 1): This special Queen possesses complete self-awareness; she is the manifestation of her own Hive Mind.
Description: They are the leaders of the Hive Fleets, masters of genetic shaping, the terminal interface of the Hive Mind, and the most important Tyranid organisms. In the future, she will be the Empress commanding an entire Leviathan Hive Fleet.