Over the next 10 days, Lynn used [Thirty Days] to fight a guerrilla war with those cultists in the underground caves.
After holding out for 10 days, it was finally time for a new round of card drawing!
He was chased by dogs, chased by mad dogs, and chased by a pack of red-eyed mad dogs—he had truly suffered Khorne’s wrath.
His new Astra Militarum gear was torn full of holes, and his helmet had been lost while running.
He didn’t even have a helmet anymore, sob, sob.
The backpack straps broke, so he tied it shabbily with a strip of cloth.
It was so miserable, truly miserable.
Don’t bully the youth for being poor, don’t bully the middle-aged for being poor, and don’t bully the old for being poor.
‘Once my Sister comes back, I’m going to slaughter you all.’ The cultists’ screams were still behind him, with dark red psychic light swaying in the passage.
Lynn turned a corner in the darkness, found another stone crevice and squeezed in, turned off the light, covered his mouth, and waited for the group of cultists to run past him.
The cultists’ footsteps rolled past him like thunder.
He could even feel the wind stirred up by the cultists’ running blowing on his face.
Dust drifted past the tip of his nose, making it itch a little.
But he resisted it with all his might and didn’t move an inch.
The cultists ran past.
The footsteps faded away.
He waited for about ten seconds before standing up.
‘Motherfckers, a bunch of dog shts.
It’s almost time for another card draw; once I draw a combat skill, I’ll slaughter you all!’ He really, especially hoped to draw a combat skill, turn around, and go all out against those cultists.
Just as he was thinking this, a long-absent “Ding” suddenly sounded in his mind.
Then came the system’s voice that he hadn’t heard in a long time.
[Fifteen-day draw cooldown has ended.] [Currently available draw attempts: 1.] [Draw now?] Yes, finally!!!!!
Lynn was thrilled.
“Draw!!!
Draw now!
Draw immediately!
Draw right away!
I’m begging you, give me a combat skill!
Give me something that can fight!
I guarantee I’ll turn around and absolutely kill those cultists——!!!” The system was calm and collected.
[Understood, beginning card draw now.] The roulette appeared.
It was still that massive roulette floating in his consciousness.
White, green, blue, purple, gold, and rainbow were divided into many tiny strips, flashing with light layer by layer.
Lynn stared intently at that roulette.
Combat skill, combat skill, combat skill, combat skill—— He needed a combat skill; even a blue one would do.
He needed something that could deal damage, something that would let him stop being chased around like a rabbit—— He had been running for ten days—ten days!
Do you know how he lived these past ten days?!
Running while eating dry rations, running while drinking water; even for sleep, he could only lean against the stone wall and nap for a bit before being scared awake by the cultists’ footsteps to continue running.
Motherf*cker, it was simply not a life meant for a human.
He really didn’t want to run anymore.
He wanted to fight too.
He wanted to act tough like an OP protagonist in a fantasy novel, turning around, pointing at the noses of those cultists, and saying, “You’ve chased me enough, right?
My turn.” And then there would be one punch per person and two with one kick, beating those cultists until they cried for their parents.
The roulette’s pointer began to spin.
Lynn’s gaze spun along with the pointer.
“Combat skill, combat skill, combat skill, combat skill——” The pointer swept past white.
It swept past green.
It swept past blue.
“Stop!!!!!” The pointer stopped immediately, landing on——purple.
Purple!!!!!
An SR dropped!!!!!
It was a very high-tier entry that could be drawn, apart from the beginner’s gift pack!!!!!
Before Lynn even had time to get excited, he heard the system announce.
[Congratulations, Host, on obtaining entry: Danger Sense] [Tier: Purple (Epic)] [Effect: Passive skill.
Within a radius of three hundred meters, when any unit bearing hostility toward the host approaches, the host will gain advance perception.
The intensity of the perception is directly proportional to the intensity of the hostility.] [Note: You feel someone watching you.
However, it’s not the “I really want to get to know you” kind of look; it’s the “I really want to hack you to death” kind of look.] …
…
…
“…?” Lynn suddenly felt a bit dizzy, his footsteps stumbling a little.
He braced himself against the wall.
“…What?” [Danger Sense.] “Danger Sense?” [Danger Sense.] “Not an attack skill?” [No.] “Not even a defense skill?” [No.] “Just a——danger warning?” [You can understand it that way.] Lynn finally couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Danger Sense?!
Danger Sense——?!
Tell me, what kind of skill is Danger Sense?
Why does it deserve to be purple?!!!!” Passive, Danger Sense.
It was such a mediocre skill.
He was chased like a dog by cultists for ten days, and as a result, he got such a useless skill!!!
The system was furious.
[Do not look down on Danger Sense!
Do you know how many important figures dream of having Danger Sense?!] The greatest use of Danger Sense is to prevent assassination.
By perceiving assassins within 300 meters in advance, even the Raven Lord Corvus Corax would no longer be able to easily and silently assassinate the host.
“But what I want right now is a combat skill!
They aren’t assassinating me at all; they’re openly trying to kill me!!!” Lynn yelled even louder than the system.
[Then what can I do about it?!
You drew it yourself!!!!] “Ahhhhh!!!” Lynn threw a tantrum, just about to threaten the system to take this entry back and let him draw again.
But then he immediately held back, because the cultists were shouting from behind again.
“He’s over there!
There’s a sound!” Lynn took to his heels and ran.
…
As he ran and ran, he realized something was wrong.
Something was amiss.
It was ten thousand percent amiss.
This skill, hiss…
this skill, it actually seemed to be somewhat useful.
When he ran into a diverging path, a warning suddenly flashed in his mind.
Ding, ding, ding, like someone pressed a bell in his brain.
——There are people ahead, a lot of them, very strong hostility; don’t go over there.
Lynn slammed on the brakes.
He crouched down, turned off the light, pressed himself against a stalactite pillar at the corner, and pricked up his ears.
Sure enough, within a few seconds, the footsteps and voices of cultists came from the corner ahead.
There really were people, and not just one or two, but seven or eight.
A group of seven or eight burly cultists holding dark red psychic light were walking in this direction.
If he hadn’t had that intuition just now, if he had continued running forward, he would have run face-to-face into this group of burly cultists and then been ganged up on.
Lynn gasped in a breath of cold air.
It was ten thousand percent amiss.
He ran another distance.
Ding, ding.
This time, another warning flashed in his mind.
It was weaker than the last one, and the hostility wasn’t as strong; it was probably a lone cultist—— He slowed his pace, stopped at a corner, and poked his head out to take a look.
Sure enough, a cultist was crouching in the shadows of the passage ahead, standing guard.
Lynn silently detoured around through another path.
Hiss.
Lynn gasped in another breath of cold air.
This thing, this thing…
actually seems genuinely useful.
The system said, [I told you so.] “But when you gave it to me, couldn’t you have said it in a way that made me happier?
Like, ‘Congratulations, Host, on obtaining an Epic-tier divine survival skill’ or something!” [Congratulations, Host, on obtaining an Epic-tier divine survival skill.] Lynn: “…” Alright.
He couldn’t really say it was completely useless; it was quite handy for escaping.
It was extremely useful for detecting enemy movements, allowing him to run away one step ahead before the enemy arrived.
But he still really wanted an attack skill QAQ!!!!
Right now he was purely at mortal combat power, and a mortal in Warhammer 40k wasn’t even considered an ant; they could only be considered the meat paste crushed beneath the battles of gods.
It was just like the Great Angel-chan getting hammered into meat paste by Horus in the Horus Heresy.
Lynn cried as he ran.
Thaniel_a_goodchild.