Chapter 530: I'm Done For, How Did I Become So Much Like Khorne and Nagash?

Qi Suian had overestimated himself. His plan to swallow an elephant like a snake had targeted a total of five worlds, but the problem now was that with his current capacity, he could only finish off three and a half.

He simply couldn’t stomach the rest.

It wasn’t a question of whether the plan could be carried out, but that the conditions to do so were nonexistent.

He had prepared all sorts of escape plans in case of failure, but he never anticipated an outcome like this. It was almost comical.

So, he decisively abandoned his original plan. Instead, he fashioned the half-eaten world into a device for traversal and concealment, preparing to depart.

As for the world he’d left behind, he simply ignored it.

Fleeing was the priority, before whatever remained “woke up.”

Having devoured three and a half worlds at once, his body had become incredibly bloated and was stretched to its absolute limit.

If he didn’t find a safe place to digest, any danger he encountered would surely be the end of him.

And in this endless void, Qi Suian had no idea which would arrive first: disaster or danger.

‘What? Safety? That’s not an option anymore.’

Therefore, he needed to find a suitable world to ensure his safety.

Fortunately, during this period, he had also managed to master the technology that the Doomsday Game possessed.

The reason he learned so quickly was, of course, that he had grown. All the rules had fully matured, and he could now wield them with ease.

As a result, every aspect of his being had been strengthened to an extraordinary degree, and this process was still ongoing.

It would continue until he had finished completely digesting the worlds he had devoured.

As for when he might finish digesting them, Qi Suian didn’t have a precise timeline.

‘It should take at least ten years, though.’

That was the absolute minimum he could estimate. After all, this was his first time devouring worlds; he had no experience to speak of.

He had also considered accelerating the process, but he had no viable method. It would require research.

He had no frame of reference whatsoever. All he could rely on was observation, research, and study.

“But it wasn’t a total loss. At least I found a few clues from the Doomsday Game.”

Qi Suian was currently inside the shell forged from half a world. He had barely managed to regain his humanoid form, though it was a bloated, sprawling shape.

Normally, he was just sprawling, not bloated.

His left hand held a power both of decay and vibrant life—a ceaseless cycle of life and death.

Its positive aspects were life, health, and nature; its negative aspects were decay, death, plague, and rot.

This was a form of apocalypse, a conceptual doom constructed from Qi Suian’s own abyssal viruses and ecosystems. It was one of the sources of his power.

The other source rested in his right hand: a brutal, bloody war, built from blood-soaked corpses and mountains of skulls.

Its positive aspects were courage, honor, and discipline; its negative aspects were blood, slaughter, and war.

Qi Suian knew the origin of this power, too. It stemmed from the various sins and evil deeds he had committed, another source of his strength.

“I’ve really turned into Nagash and Khorne,” Qi Suian mused, feeling rather speechless.

Then again, considering his methods and their consequences, it wasn’t much of a stretch.

‘Except my compassion is reserved for myself, my courage exists only for profit, honor is a weapon I wield, and discipline is a leash for myself.’

Through this, Qi Suian glimpsed certain realms that existed above worlds.

“Transcendence?” Qi Suian muttered.

“But… this doesn’t seem to be enough.”

Qi Suian realized that being just Nagash and Khorne wasn’t enough. He was missing two cornerstones to even begin to grasp the concept of “transcendence” that had surfaced in his mind.

“It’s not really going to make me collect the other two, Slaanesh and Tzeentch, is it?”

“Actually, I do possess those two traits. They just aren’t as prominent as my Nagash and Khorne aspects.”

Slaanesh isn’t about carnal lust, but the insatiable abyss of desire. Eroticism is merely one manifestation; there are all sorts of other chaotic expressions.

For example, Qi Suian’s own will to survive—constantly expanding, branching out, manifesting as greed, baseness, and so on—was a perfect example.

More importantly, once a desire is satisfied, it doesn’t disappear. Instead, it grows and transforms, eventually becoming an unquenchable craving that one ultimately drowns in.

Beauty, for that matter, is just one link in the chain of desire.

“Come to think of it, achieving that wouldn’t be too difficult. But I can’t do it on my own.”

“I’ll need a world to help me.”

As for the last one, Tzeentch, Qi Suian wasn’t going to worry about it for now. After all, his versions of Nagash, Khorne, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch weren’t the actual Chaos Gods from the Warhammer Warp.

It was just his own wry joke. The two cornerstones he had manifested were simply a product of his jesting.

After all, he’d never even encountered the Four Great Chaos Gods of the Warp, so how could his aspects be identical?

They were merely similar in nature, which was why they had resulted in similar cornerstones.

‘This is Life, and this is Will.’

‘If I were to draw a parallel, they could be seen as the ultimate evolutions of the ‘Physique’ and ‘Spirit’ attributes from the Doomsday Game.’

‘As for Desire and Knowledge, they don’t really match. If I stop leaning into the joke, the two aren’t actually related.’

‘So, if I want to complete my own aspect of Knowledge, I can start from a similar angle, but I can’t follow this template exactly.’

Qi Suian immediately began to formulate his next plan.

The end goal was simple: world annihilation.

And from that, generate the third cornerstone.

Right now, Qi Suian was heading toward the world coordinates he had extracted from the Doomsday Game.

These coordinates didn’t point to one of the four worlds his enemy had previously lured in, but to a far more distant world.

This gave Qi Suian plenty of time.

However, he estimated it would take one or two years to arrive. To hope he could finish digesting the three and a half worlds en route was pure fantasy.

‘I need time to recuperate, so I can’t take action while I’m digesting. But I need a world to act as a shield.’

‘And this recuperation time can’t just be wasted, either.’

Qi Suian grumbled to himself. This was all so troublesome. He was, after all, used to acting recklessly.

He could force himself to lie low, but to stay quiet when there was profit right in front of him? That was asking too much.

“If all else fails…” Qi Suian’s gaze quickly fell upon the “survivor” technology.

‘I’ll just control things remotely.’ Qi Suian figured he might as well learn from the Doomsday Game and introduce “survivors” into that Doomsday World.

But on second thought, that wouldn’t work. In his current state, he didn’t dare reach into other worlds to pluck out survivors.

He was too bloated. What if a moment of carelessness got him detected?

‘If that’s no good, I’ll just make a remote-controlled drone.’

‘I’ll use the survivor technology to whip up an avatar and let it wreak havoc.’

‘No, I’ll give it the ability to resurrect, then have it kill its way from one end to the other.’

‘If some powerhouse tries to intervene, I’ll just pull a deus ex machina and kill them off.’

‘As long as I don’t act directly and choose to intervene indirectly, there shouldn’t be a problem.’

Qi Suian would definitely hide within the target world, directly attaching himself to it like a parasite.

He would digest and suckle the world dry at the same time, achieving twofold growth.

Once the time was right, he would launch a surprise attack and devour the world in one fell swoop.

Then he would repeat the cycle over and over, until he achieved his ultimate goal.

This process was not without risk. If he were discovered, he would surely face the full, thunderous wrath of that world.

Especially since he was foolishly running right into the world’s heart, its home-field advantage would be absolute.

That’s why he needed someone to attract attention and stir up trouble.

The Doomsday Game used “survivors.” Qi Suian thought that was a decent idea, so he decided to use it himself.

But since he wasn’t the Doomsday Game, he certainly couldn’t copy the system wholesale. It would need modifications.

The model couldn’t be copied directly, either.

Quantity had its uses, but against a high-level world, large numbers just meant a high death toll.

It would be better to focus on quality instead.

Qi Suian prepared to take personal control.

Besides, controlling one avatar wasn’t much trouble, and it would allow him to monitor the situation in real time.

That way, he’d avoid making the same mistake as the Doomsday Game, which failed to excise a massive malignant tumor in time.

If he were to just create a new Transmigrator, toss them in, and then lie back and wait, there was no telling if they might just turn around and become a powerful being themselves.

And what if they then turned around and eliminated him, the mastermind behind it all?

Don’t say it’s impossible. Isn’t that exactly what he did to the Doomsday Game?

And as for him not repeating the same mistake? No one could say for sure.

Qi Suian was merely powerful, not omniscient and omnipotent.

Besides, he wasn’t confident enough to take that risk.

“AI, AI, I’m sending you the data. Go handle it. Just let me know when it’s ready for final approval,” Qi Suian said.

[Yes, rest assured.]

The AI responded immediately.

After Qi Suian had become a world himself, he had naturally located the rule to which the AI belonged, fished it out, and put it back into service.

As for its duties? It was to temporarily act as the Celestial Dao, assisting Qi Suian in his continued growth.

In any case, it remained an assistant. It just wasn’t as efficient as Qi Suian. It was fine for handling minor tasks, but it was fundamentally incapable of managing anything major.

Not that Qi Suian ever expected it to handle major affairs. As long as it could take care of all the trivialities for him, that was enough. There was no need for it to do anything more.

It was never cut out for greatness in the first place.

[The plan is in motion. However, the survivor’s body can only be generated after entering the new world. Time will be needed for adjustments.]

“A minor issue. Just handle it as you see fit.” Qi Suian couldn’t care less about the survivor avatar. He was just too lazy to create it himself; otherwise, it would have been the work of an instant.

Letting the AI handle it had two benefits. The first was convenience, and the second, of course, was cost-effectiveness.

When Qi Suian did things, he was bold and extravagant, spending resources like water.

This was unlike the AI, which could meticulously calculate how to produce optimal results with minimal expenditure.

In known situations and favorable conditions, the AI’s efficiency was extremely high. But beyond that scope, it was as good as blind.