The footsteps of the cultists outside passed by the crevice opening, then faded away, then passed by again, and faded away again, like a swarm of flies buzzing aimlessly.
Lynn curled his body into a ball, knees pressed against his chest, back flat against the stone wall, completely motionless.
He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.
Staying calm failed.
He had broken down; he had truly broken down.
“System!!!” [Yeah.] “This is unplayable!!!” [Yeah.] “I can’t live on like this!!!!” [I know.] “This is your attitude?!
Can’t you take some responsibility!” [Or what?
Should I cry at your grave?] Lynn took a deep breath.
Took another deep breath.
Took one more deep breath.
“May I ask if you have a blue bird avatar with five eyes?” The system politely said, [No, we systems are not allowed to work part-time, not even as Chaos Gods.] “You’re really not?” [You say that as if Tzeentch has the ability to pull off a Throne Liberation.] This was a power only a creator god possessed; who did Tzeentch think he was?
“Alright, I believe you.” Then Lynn took another deep breath and started acting erratically with the system: “I’m devastated, I’m really devastated, I’m really devastated, I’m telling you, I’m genuinely, really devastated…” Right, just like the tone of that kid dubbing short videos online.
The system: […Host, let’s try to be a bit normal occasionally.] “Is there a beginner’s pity?” […What?] Lynn said, pausing after each word, “Beginner’s pity.
That kind that every player should have, a starting bonus, a novice gift pack, a guaranteed SSR on the first pull kind of beginner’s pity.” The system fell silent for two seconds.
[No.] “Say that again?” [There is no beginner’s pity.] Lynn closed his eyes.
Then he turned his head and started crawling right out of the crevice.
A crack appeared in the system’s calm tone for the first time: [What are you doing?] “Say it again, is there a newbie guarantee?!
If not, I’m quitting, I’ll kill myself right now!!!” [You wait right there!] Lynn stopped, but didn’t crawl back.
He just lay there at the cave entrance, half his body protruding from the crevice, like a cat ready to jump off a building at any moment.
Threateningly, he said, “Is there one now?” The system was silent for three seconds.
[Detected that the host is in a certain-death situation, with his psychological state on the verge of collapse.
Hidden mechanic triggered this time: Beginner’s Pity.] [Draw now?] Lynn snapped his head up.
“…Really?” [Really, Beginner’s Pity has been triggered.] The system sounded reluctant.
[Just this once, don’t expect it again next time.] “Draw!
Draw now!
Draw immediately!” Lynn’s eyes lit up as he crawled back in from the crevice.
“Ah, my System Bro is so generous!” The roulette appeared in his consciousness once again.
This time, the roulette was different from the last; all those white, green, blue, purple, and gold areas had darkened completely, leaving only a few rainbow areas shining blindingly bright.
The one at the very top was especially bright, the [Throne Liberation] that made him drool just looking at it.
However, although it was still lit, there was a line of small text next to it: [Currently unable to be triggered, please continue to accumulate plot points.] [Not that one,] the system said.
[You still can’t draw that one.
But the pity will give you a Rainbow tier.] “Really?!
Beginner’s pity is this humane!” Lynn jumped up from the ground, his head smacking into the cave roof, baring his teeth in pain, but his excitement wasn’t diminished in the slightest.
“Ah, my System Bro is so generous!!!!!” The system: [Flattery won’t work.
This is a one-time offer, don’t let it happen again.] “Alright, alright, alright.” The roulette began to spin.
The pointer flew past all the color blocks, so fast it was like an electric fan, blurring into a residual image.
Lynn stared at it, his heartbeat so fast it felt like it would leap out of his throat.
He stood up, hunched over, his head pressed against the stone wall, both eyes locked onto that roulette in his consciousness.
The pointer slowed down.
Slowed down.
Slowed—— “Stop!” Rainbow light exploded.
It was as if someone had set off a firework inside Lynn’s consciousness; seven-colored light filled his entire brain, flashing so brightly that his vision went dark for a moment.
For a split second, he even thought he was going to go blind, and then the light dispersed, and he realized he wasn’t blind.
A platinum entry card, shining with a colorful white light like a diamond, floated quietly in front of him.
A Rainbow tier entry was worthy of being a Rainbow tier entry; the impact was simply massive.
[Congratulations, Host, on obtaining entry: Thirty Days] Entry Name: [Thirty Days] [Tier: Rainbow (Conceptual)] [Effect: When engaged in combat with any enemy, you will survive for thirty days without dying.
When injuries reach a fatal level, an HP lock mechanism will automatically trigger, and the injuries will rapidly recover to a safe state.
Within thirty days, the host absolutely cannot be killed.] [Note: Conceptual tier entry, ignores conventional physical and psychic rules.
Thirty days, not a single second less.] Lynn stared at this card, stared for about ten seconds.
Then he broke into a wide grin.
Sorry, he couldn’t hold it back at all.
He truly couldn’t help it; the corners of his mouth just curled upward on their own.
Lynn didn’t want to be baited into smiling like a fool, but holding onto [Thirty Days], he squatted on the ground, hehehe-ing and laughing like an idiot.
“Awesome!!!” “Hehehehehehehe——” “Hahahahahaha…” This beginner’s gift pack was so honest.
When engaged in combat with any enemy, he could survive for thirty days without dying.
“No matter how strong the opponent is, I can survive for thirty days?!” [Correct.] “Including a Daemon Prince, Aeldari Farseer, Necron Overlord, or Tyranid Norn Queen??!” [Correct.] “Including the four Chaos Gods?!” The system was silent for a second.
[…Theoretically, yes.
But are you sure you want to fight the four Gods for thirty days?
Those thirty days would probably be worse than death.] “But I won’t die!” [You won’t die.] “Then there’s no problem!” Lynn slapped the ground, slapping it so hard his palm hurt, but he didn’t care at all.
As long as he wouldn’t die, that was fine!
As long as he wouldn’t die, he could turtle up and survive!
As long as he could survive, he could draw cards!
As long as he could draw prizes, he could draw [Throne Liberation]!
As long as he drew [Throne Liberation]——!
[Drawing Throne Liberation means you can make the Emperor stand up from the Throne, and then the entire galaxy will have to call you daddy.] “That won’t be necessary,” Lynn waved his hand modestly.
“Calling me daddy is too distant, just calling me grandpa will do.” I am the Emperor’s daddy.
He looked over the entry’s effect again, suddenly feeling like he could exploit a bug.
“Wait, System Bro.” [Hm?] “What does this ‘survive for thirty days’ mean?
Does it mean I tank it for thirty days?
What about after thirty days?” [After thirty days, the effect ends.
If you haven’t shaken off the enemy, you will still die.] Lynn said slowly, “Then what if there are two or more enemies on the scene?” […] “I fight with A, fight for twenty-nine days, and on the last day I turn around and go fight B; won’t that refresh it for another thirty days?” […] “Or when I’m fighting someone, I disengage from combat, and then find him again…
won’t it trigger all over again?” […] Scaling it up even further, as long as Lynn found a new enemy within each thirty-day cycle, or re-initiated combat with an old enemy, theoretically speaking, he could live indefinitely.
…Holy shit, an immortality skill.
The system didn’t understand, but the system was greatly shocked.
Exploiting a bug; after 30 days, just switch to another enemy.
As long as there were two or more enemies on the scene, he could keep stacking it, or disengage, fight again, constantly exploiting the bug.
Was this how this skill was meant to be used?
The system felt something was wrong, but it really couldn’t find a flaw in his logic, because this kind of conceptual tier could indeed be exploited.
Conceptual meant it didn’t speak of physics, didn’t speak of logic, didn’t speak of “is this reasonable?”; it only spoke of rules, and the rule was: when engaged in combat with any enemy, the host can survive for thirty days without dying.
A conceptual tier that couldn’t be exploited wasn’t a good conceptual tier.
“This is exciting!” Lynn scrambled up from the ground.
“I’m going to go battle those traitors of the Imperium right now!” [Don’t get excited yet, look closely at the description.] “Hm?” When injured to a fatal degree, HP locks.
Then rapidly recovers.
Will not die within thirty days.
[I must remind you,] the system said.
[You won’t die, which doesn’t mean you won’t get hurt or feel pain.
If those cultists chop off your arms, legs, and head, you’ll grow them back, but the process of growing them back won’t spare you a single bit of the pain you’d suffer.] Lynn thought about the image of himself being dismembered, and shivered.
[Furthermore, your current combat power is still that of an ordinary mortal.
You can survive for thirty days, but surviving for thirty days doesn’t mean you can win.
You might be caught by them, locked in a dungeon, tortured every day, unable to die, unable to be judged as in combat, yet unable to die; those thirty days will become your hell.] “Which is to say, as long as I don’t get caught by them, it’s fine.” […What?] Lynn leaned close to the crevice opening and took a glance outside.
In the darkness, he could faintly see a few specks of dark red light swaying in the distance; whether they were the cultists’ torches or the eyes of that Chaos entity, he couldn’t tell.
He took a deep breath.
The Warhammer 40K universe was still so rotten it made people want to curse.
But he couldn’t hide here forever; he had to figure out a way to escape!
He had “Thirty Days,” he had a system; he was already much stronger than the humans of this world.
This world was a hopeless world where no one could achieve a good ending for humanity.
But he was already a cheater; couldn’t he fight back?!!!!
“My System Bro, when can I do the next gacha pull?” [15 days, or by completing key plot points.] “What counts as a key plot point?
If I escape, does that count?” [It counts.] “Does killing an enemy for the first time count?
That should count too, right?” [Killing 100 for the first time counts, but I don’t think you can beat them.] 100 of them, that really sounded like a lot.
Lynn took another deep breath.
It’s fine, with Thirty Days in hand, forced survival for thirty days.
Don’t be afraid, Lynn, you can do this.
Isn’t it just risking your life?
But you have an HP-lock cheat!!!
You are a badass cheater!!!!
You don’t need to be afraid!!!
No one can kill you within thirty days, not even the Gods——!!!!!
Brave little mouse fears no hardship, towards [Throne Liberation], towards a beautiful ending for humanity, bravely—— Charge!!!
Thaniel_a_goodchild.