This Is Our Warhammer Journey

“What the hell, I kindly summed up my cheat-usage experience to share, and I still got mistaken for a Tzeentch daemon?”

After hearing Arthur’s explanation, Romulus was visibly annoyed. He didn’t expect this was how his bro saw him.

One stabbed me right away, and the other was always ready to stab me.

Real grateful, huh?

“......It was a hypothesis, just a hypothesis. It’s not like you guys really were daemons, and I didn’t actually stab you, did I?”

Arthur quickly tried to clarify.

Chaos corruption is hard to guard against—if it wasn’t verified, how could he just believe blindly?

And it’s not like he was insane either. Even if he had suspicions, all he wanted was to investigate, not go full psycho and stab someone to see if their blood was blue or red. That was already pretty restrained.

As for now—honestly, unless he could find an Untouchable to double-check, he still wasn’t at ease.

“So, Garna, you—”

Rameses awkwardly changed the subject.

Garna didn’t even bother looking up.

“I didn’t study it. I just ran straight through it with Black Rage on.”

So that’s why Romulus got stabbed.

“I was too busy shutting down mentally at the time.”

Garna’s logic was simple: with three smart guys already analyzing things, there was no need for him to burn brain cells too. He’d just listen.

So this bro couldn’t be relied on either.

“Well then—”

Rameses shrugged.

“I’ll do the talking. Let me break down how our abilities work and how to gather the resources, at least from my personal understanding.”

He cleared a section of the table with a wave. With a flick of his hand, three differently sized materials appeared on the tabletop.

The largest one looked like ceramic, its surface giving off a metallic sheen. The middle one appeared to be a chunk of highly purified silver, glowing with a deep, dim fluorescence under the light.

The last one, the smallest and thinnest—almost like a cicada’s wing—but also the brightest, shone with a golden radiance like sunlight.

“Orichalcum.”

Arthur’s eyes locked on the gleaming metal.

“Thank Emperor I used to paint Custodes models, or there’s no way I could’ve filtered that much complicated Warp data in a lifetime.”

Rameses ignored Arthur’s suspicious look and continued explaining:

“One of our abilities lets us consume so-called points to directly create matter. I’ve decided to call this power ‘soul materialization,’ since these points are probably quantified psychic energy. As for the cost—”

He gestured to the size difference between the three materials—each one created using the same amount of psychic energy.

“The more complex the atomic structure of the material, and the more Warp-influenced it is, the higher the cost. You can see the difference with your own eyes.”

“From how it feels, the most cost-effective stuff for now would be power armor, mid-to-small vehicles, or basic weapon production lines. Forget about materializing a whole Queen of Glory warship—that level of quality is way out of our reach right now.”

“And STCs—those are usually pretty compact.”

Romulus added.

“Right, right, I almost forgot about those.”

Rameses smacked his forehead.

STC—Standard Template Construct—high-tech computers containing the blueprints for every kind of gear humanity might’ve needed when it first stepped into the stars.

They allowed colonists of the Dark Age of Technology to build entire civilizations from primitive materials, even without prior knowledge.

Basically, in layman’s terms, they’re crafting benches with built-in recipe books.

“All four of us should be able to perform this materialization process. As for the items in the adaptive panel, that’s tied to our understanding. Only stuff we have concrete knowledge of, and that has existed in this universe, will show up.”

“So that’s why our starting avatars looked like our game characters?”

Arthur nodded in understanding, then frowned in confusion.

“But then why not start as a Primarch, a Custodes, or even the Emperor?”

They all knew Warhammer well. Among Warhammer fans who had stretched the Astartes from regular human height into literal giants—forcing even the higher-dimensional chaos gods at GW to tweak the lore—there was no human force bigger or more waaaagh-worthy than the Emperor.

If they could transform, why not go straight to the Emperor?

“You just wanna sit on a toilet all day?”

“Not really.”

“Do you even know what the Emperor or Primarchs’ body structures are like?”

“No.”

“Exactly. We don’t have specific knowledge about the anatomy of Primarchs, the Emperor, or the Custodes. Even to us, it’s all a mystery.”

“Plus, this kind of info seems like it’s a classified secret. I couldn’t even find anything on it in the Warp. Oh, and souls—those are expensive, and we have to edit them ourselves.”

Rameses shared the item panel he had organized with the group.

“Build your understanding, gather info, input it—and then we can use psychic energy to create those objects directly. We can even modify them to a degree, like swapping out the materials in Terminator armor for Adamantium or something else.”

“So how the hell did you unlock so many blueprints?”

Romulus scratched his head at the sheer number of new items in Rameses’s panel.

“What, does painting minis come with bonus perks now?”

“My approach was a little... unorthodox.”

Rameses looked a bit sheepish at this point.

“At first, I just gave up completely and spent all my time researching this power. Then, to get stronger setups, I straight-up went fishing for data in the Warp. Didn’t even care if it was a Tzeentch scheme. The Orichalcum and the rest of this stuff came from that process.”

“The Warp is an ocean of souls. Anything with a Warp projection gets absorbed into it when it dies—or gets eaten by the horrifying things inside. So the Warp itself is a massive data storage vault, containing the info of all soul-bearing beings.”

“Problem is, the Warp doesn’t have a search engine. The whole process is pure needle-in-a-haystack. I just filtered out the usable stuff based on minis I remembered painting. The rest? Just noise and garbage. Also, that editing feature—you guys can try it yourselves. I couldn’t even find the 30k Thousand Sons color scheme. This armor I’m wearing? I made it myself.”

“You’re even crazier than I am.”

After hearing Rameses’s relatively coherent explanation, Romulus was speechless.

When he first discovered the ability, he also suspected it was a Chaos trap. But when he realized he was on a ship about to fall apart, he had no time for doubts.

Only after running repeated careful tests did he finally confirm it had no connection to the Chaos Gods—then he started using it freely.

Unlike Rameses, who just...