Lynn poured all the water out of the barrel to avoid the sloshing sound exposing his position while he was running away.
The water inside wasn’t of much use; the barrel itself was the main prize.
Then he tied the barrel to his chest.
It was quite light, didn’t get in the way, and was very good.
He then tried slinging the bag of dry rations and protein blocks over his shoulder.
It was heavy, but he could still carry it.
Fantastic, it was the smell of harvest.
He also pulled away all the moisture-proof and dust-proof cloths covering the crates in the storehouse.
These were good stuff.
With these things, his quality of life would instantly increase by fifty percent.
He tied both the moisture-proof and dust-proof cloths onto his body.
“System,” Lynn stood in the middle of the cave and chuckled, “Look at me now; don’t I look like a proper Imperial soldier?” [You look like a scavenger who just ransacked a cultist warehouse.] “Nonsense.” The cultist robes were too cursed with bad luck, and he originally didn’t want them, but thinking that taking this robe might allow him to disguise himself as a cultist to escape at a crucial moment, Lynn pinched his nose, bundled up that red robe, and stuffed it into the moisture-proof cloth.
His body was stuffed to the brim, making him look as if he had suddenly gained two hundred pounds.
Lynn pressed down hard, carrying everything on his person.
The weight dragged down on his shoulders, but he didn’t feel it was heavy at all.
This was the joy of the harvest.
He circled the cave one more time to make sure he hadn’t missed anything.
The cultists had used the plates on the table—unlucky; he didn’t want them.
He couldn’t take the table and chair, so he forgot it.
Everything else, take it!
Take it all!
Spoils of war; it’s all captured loot!
Whatever he couldn’t take, he scattered to the winds for them.
Walking to the cave entrance, he took one last look back.
Under the dark red light, those crates he had flipped open, the torn bags, and the unidentified powder thrown on the floor all seemed to silently condemn his evil deeds.
Hehehe.
Lynn gave an improper salute to the mess.
“The Emperor will thank you.” Even though you are cultists, consider your supplies a contribution to humanity.
What’s wrong with a citizen of the Emperor requisitioning a few cultists’ supplies?
It’s not like they are good people anyway.
Righteous and confident.JPG.
[Loot, don’t fight, retreat.] Lynn walked out of the cave and headed back along the stone path.
He walked very slowly, inching back step by step.
This was mainly because he was afraid of being discovered, as he had too many things hanging off him.
The ration bag pressed against his back, the water barrel bumped his hip, the moisture-proof cloth bundles swayed, the dagger’s sheath occasionally hit his knee, and the leather straps of the shoulder pads dug into his arms, making them a bit numb.
Military armor is good and all, but it’s just too rigid, clinking and clanking non-stop whenever the pieces hit each other.
Sigh, stealing is truly physical labor.
How exactly do the Blood Ravens silently steal other people’s stuff?
He still had to thank the Chaos bros for the gift money.
Only after leaving the range of the red light did he dare to take large strides forward.
Clink clank, clink clank; he was like a moving grocery store.
“System, hehehe, I feel exceptionally good right now.” [Because you stole things?] “Non~sense!
Stealing from cultists isn’t stealing.
It’s because I have supplies now.
Even if I stay in this underground cave for a month, I won’t starve to death.” [You have Thirty Days; you wouldn’t die anyway.] “Not dying and not starving to death are two different things,” Lynn said seriously.
“When humans are too hungry, they start digesting themselves.
That’s way too Nurgle.
Making me starve for thirty days without dying is worse than just letting me die.” […You have a point.] The system couldn’t refute it.
Lynn smugly shook his head.
Luck is also a part of skill.
He had stumbled upon the cultists’ warehouse by sheer coincidence.
Take it, take it all, pockets full, body covered, returning fully loaded, hehe.
He had even managed to scrape together a set of tattered armor.
He dragged the things one by one through that narrow crevice, found the underground river again, and drew some water.
Walking for another twenty minutes, he turned a corner and returned to the passage he had walked through earlier.
Passing through that door, he returned to the abandoned Hive City.
The Hive City was still showered in the bright light leaking down from the top.
It felt like returning to the human realm from the dark underground.
He returned to that well-preserved storage room.
He laid the moisture-proof cloth in the corner of the storage room and covered himself with the dust-proof cloth.
Perfect; this would be his bed from now on.
He opened his backpack, took out a piece of dry ration and a protein block, and took a bite.
Mhm!
Delish!
He had food and drink now!
No wonder the Blood Ravens Chapter is so joyful; it turns out going on a massive shopping spree really is true happiness.
With supplies and equipment, 15 days didn’t seem that hard anymore; he could totally survive this.
He was one step closer to [Throne Liberation].
“Long live humanity,” Lynn mumbled indistinctly with a mouthful of dry rations.
Whatever four Chaos Gods, they’re all trash.
No one can strike down a youthful male college student.
Long live humanity——!!!
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** …
For the next few days, he survived on those stolen cultist living supplies.
The supplies were quite plentiful, and he lived fairly well.
Generally speaking, “living fairly well” for humans in Warhammer 40K means not being dead, not being crippled, and not being sacrificed; the standard is appallingly low.
But Lynn was truly living quite well.
He now had food, drink, equipment, and a place to shelter.
This lifestyle wouldn’t be considered bad anywhere in Warhammer.
Chewing on a dry ration, Lynn mumbled, “System, do you think I’m considered rich now?” [No.
You just went from being a completely destitute pauper to a pauper with some supplies.
True wealth is having your own battleship and planet, and becoming an Imperial noble.] “That’s too far away.” [It is not far; you can achieve that once you get out.] Lynn finished his breakfast and brushed the ration crumbs off his leather armor.
“Alright, then I’ll try my best to work towards it.” He was now wearing Astra Militarum gear, with a dagger tucked at his waist, and his helmet worn squarely on his head; no matter how you looked at it, he looked like a proper regular army soldier.
Lynn was very satisfied with his image.
He found a relatively smooth spot on the wall and used his dagger to carve a line of text on the stone: “Lynn was here.” Uncultured.
But very fun.
After carving it, he felt it was a bit silly.
Whatever, this Hive City had been abandoned for thousands of years anyway; probably no one would ever see it.
He had heard the angry roars of those cultists; they must have discovered that their supplies were stolen.
“Who——!!!” “Supplies!
The supplies are gone!
Someone entered the storage room!” “Someone came in!
Someone stole our supplies!” “Who is it?
Is it those Greenskin Orks——!” “Despicable thieves——!!!” “…Can’t find them…
useless trash!” “Search…
every corner…” …
The voices were loud and clamorous.
The cultists cursed from east to west and west to east in the caves for over ten minutes before gradually subsiding.
However, Lynn wasn’t found by them.
He locked that metal door leading to the Hive City from the inside, squatting in that storage room surrounded by supplies, feeling immensely pleased with himself.
Once the fifteen days were up, he could draw a card again, and maybe then he could pull a combat skill.
He sat in the corner of his bunker laid with the moisture-proof cloth, pulled another pack of protein blocks from his bag, tore open the packaging, and took a bite.
Mhm!
Delish!
Thaniel_a_goodchild.