Datch stared at the burly Black Hand.
The gang leader, who had once struck terror into countless people, no longer seemed as ruthless as before. After being subjected to Datch's gaze several times, his legs trembled, his body shook, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Datch didn't ask him anything. Instead, he opened the information panel and examined every detail about the man.
Black Hand had risen from the slums through extraordinary ruthlessness and luck, climbing all the way to the position of gang leader. It was truly an inspiring story.
The methods he used to seize power were, of course, despicable and shameless. He had harmed countless pitiful people. Daisy was only one of them.
Countless poor people had been driven to despair by usury, forced to sell their children to survive, and ended up in such dire straits.
Even honest people who lived according to the law could be arbitrarily killed and their bodies disposed of if they were perceived to have harmed someone's interests even slightly.
Murder, arson, and smuggling were everyday occurrences.
Black Hand was the typical example and symbol of the Galactic Core region.
This place was hell. Only inhuman demons could reach the top.
Datch didn't condemn him.
First, he had no time. Wasting time on unimportant NPCs was foolish.
Second, he fully understood that the real root of the problem did not lie with this man. It lay within this cesspool of a universe and the corrupt, decadent Human Imperium.
In this mysterious universe, there existed a terrifying water ghost.
It lurked at the bottom of the abyss of fate, extending countless invisible hands.
It slowly dragged every individual and civilization striving for positive progress into the depths of the mire.
Those who resisted and tried to change would eventually be pulled into its grasp, sink into despair, and become part of the suffering.
The Emperor was the most prominent example.
During the Great Crusade, the more beautiful his ideals were, the bloodier and crueler the Human Imperium became.
"Before punishing this guy, I should reform the Galactic Core and bring it under Imperial control."
After careful consideration, Datch decided to first renovate the region and hand over its management and governance to the Imperium.
The Imperium was still in a dire situation, with mountains of problems piled up.
However, compared to before Guilliman awakened, things had already improved significantly.
Furthermore, Macardo had been resurrected and was directing various reforms.
With their cooperation, the Human Imperium would surely prosper once again.
Datch waved his hand, and the World Editor panel appeared before him.
He selected the Galactic Core region, and the relevant description appeared.
[Current Region: Galactic Core — Chaotic/Incurable, extremely low Warp stability, spatial structure severely distorted…]
[Main Threats: Pirates / Astartes / Cults / Gangs / Warp Storms]
Datch confirmed the information about the Galactic Core region and gently slid his finger across the light screen to adjust the parameters.
Through Datch's manipulation, the distorted spatial folds were smoothed out by an invisible force.
The spacetime distortions caused by subspace erosion were repaired at an extremely rapid pace.
The violent currents that would have affected fleet navigation and increased danger were calmed by an invisible force.
The eerie colors in the sky gradually faded, turning into the ordinary void of space dotted with starlight.
After resolving the cosmic issues, Datch turned his attention to the asteroid belt.
This place was filled with countless drifting meteorites, used as hideouts by pirates, heretics, xenos, and cultists, hindering the Imperium's attempts to suppress local rebellions.
To purify the darkness and filth within, it had to be completely transformed.
Datch lightly clenched his fingers, and countless meteorites drawn by an invisible force converged from all directions.
The meteorites collided, but instead of separating, they fused together to form a single complete landmass.
As time passed, the number of meteorites in the asteroid belt decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the void, a vast landmass spanning tens of millions of square kilometers appeared.
Its surface was rugged and uneven, retaining the rough texture of the original meteorites.
Datch didn't stop and continued his work.
As he moved, a second continent, a third continent, and a fourth continent took shape one after another.
Datch connected these continents so that each could exchange goods and resources.
Then, Datch turned his gaze toward a dim star in the distance.
It was a dying star. Its light was weakening, its size shrinking, and it occasionally emitted deadly flashes.
Its instability was one of the major reasons for the harsh environment in the Galactic Core region.
Datch chose to adjust the star's parameters. Dramatic changes occurred inside the star, reactivating it.
Sunlight illuminated the land, dispelling darkness and cold, bringing warmth and hope.
After some thought, Datch also adjusted the star's orbit so that each continent would receive uniform sunlight at the most appropriate distance.
Next came the atmosphere, gravity, and magnetic field of the continents.
Their complex parameters were corrected one by one.
Places that had once been barren, rocky surfaces now had atmospheres, were wrapped in magnetic fields, and were protected from the ravages of cosmic rays.
Then, with a gentle wave of his hand, life was born.
Countless tiny particles of light spilled from his fingertips and drifted toward the newly formed land like stardust.
They fell into cracks in the rock and newly formed puddles.
Time suddenly seemed to accelerate.
Seeds sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing tender leaves and taking root in the rock.
Young leaves performed photosynthesis under the sunlight, releasing oxygen and producing organic matter.
They grew, reproduced, died, decayed, became humus, and turned into soil.
Green spread widely across the land. Trees rose from the ground, growing taller and denser.
Colorful flowers bloomed on the branches, releasing a faint fragrance.
The ground, which had once been nothing, was now covered in grass like a soft green carpet.
Datch took this opportunity to create giant statues several thousand kilometers tall and placed them at the centers of these continents.
The statues rose from the ground, piercing through clouds and atmosphere, extending into the void.
They stood there like pillars of the world, at the center of heaven and earth.
Datch looked at the statues and felt they were a bit monotonous.
After some thought, he sculpted Pugh, the Changeling, Skarbrand, and the others.
Even Mordachi's Dark Angels and Black Templars were casually turned into statues and placed around him, like loyal guardians.
Since we're all in the same position, we should treat everyone equally and give them the recognition they deserve.
…
Villain Wayne Bar
Daisy led the customer she had brought to a dimly lit room on the second floor and smoothly closed the door.
This customer was a greasy, stingy middle-aged man with a large belly and a face full of fat. His eyes were filled with naked desire as he looked at her.
The moment he entered the room, he muttered vulgar words and impatiently began unbuckling his belt.
Daisy said nothing. She silently gathered her hair and secured it with a hair clip.
This was her job — something she had repeated countless times since she was fifteen.
Suppressing her nausea, she took a deep breath and was just about to squat down when a series of shouts came from outside.
"Oh God, Emperor, what the hell is happening?!"
"Look outside, brother. Something terrifying has happened."
"What is it?"
"..."
The customer's hands, which had been trying to unbuckle his belt, suddenly froze in mid-air. Irritation appeared on his face.
"What the hell is that noise? Have these people gone crazy?"
Daisy said nothing. She stood up, walked to the window, and pushed open the tightly closed window.
Daisy was shocked by the sight before her.
The street outside the window was no longer filled with noise and sewage. Instead, an endless green grassland stretched out.
Flowers, plants, and trees that she had only seen on the internet or in books now appeared before her eyes.
Colorful flowers bloomed under the sunlight, and emerald-green grass spread to the horizon.
Tall trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling softly.
The air was filled with the scent of flowers and grass — very fresh and uplifting… intoxicating.
The distant sky was no longer eternal darkness but a deep blue with cotton-like clouds drifting across it.
Daisy couldn't help but rub her eyes. For a moment, she thought she was hallucinating.
After rubbing her eyes, everything was still there when she opened them.
The original asteroid belt had disappeared. In its place were several massive landmasses.
These landmasses now floated quietly in the void, no longer barren but covered in green vegetation.
A soft, shimmering light made them look like a paradise from a fairy tale.
Daisy covered her mouth in shock.
What incredible power!
In an instant, the hellish Galactic Core had transformed into this beautiful world.
"The Nameless One!!!"
"It's the Nameless One!!"
"By the Emperor! It's the Nameless One!"
Daisy followed the gazes of the cheering crowd.
Then she saw an extremely massive statue standing at the edge of the horizon.
It soared into the clouds, pierced through the sky, and extended into the depths of the void.
Sunlight formed a halo behind its head, making it look as if a god had descended to the mortal world.
When Daisy saw the statue's face, her eyes widened.
It was the man who had given her a large sum of money in the bar but hadn't gone upstairs.
He was the anonymous figure who claimed to be greater than the gods.
Daisy suddenly felt a bit uneasy and restless.
As a low-status dancer and a prostitute who sold her body to survive, how had she dared to seduce such a man?
If those Ecclesiarchy fanatics found out, they would definitely burn her alive.
Just then, she heard an irritated voice from behind.
"Hey, what are you looking at? Hurry up and finish the job."
…
After completing the renovation work, Datch prepared to close the World Editor interface.
Suddenly, he noticed a pixelated figure. It was Daisy, the dancer working at Villain Wayne bar.
After a brief pause, Datch opened the blessing section and chose a blessing to send to her.
[Blessings to the fortunate newcomer!]
Effect: From now on, her life will no longer be bound to the mire.
Whenever she faces difficulties, a ray of hope will always shine through.
Whenever she faces a choice, she will receive kind guidance.
She will have the chance to change her fate and become the person she wants to be.
After giving the blessing, Datch turned to the gang leader Black Hand standing beside him.
The other party was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. His eyes remained wide open.
Without hesitation, Datch took out the Infinity Gauntlet.
Using the power of the Space Stone, he threw the man and his subordinates into prison.
Their crimes would be judged at a later date.
After finishing all of this, Datch stored the Infinity Gauntlet, took out his teleport gun, set the coordinates for the dwarfs' ship, and teleported directly there.
…
Second Floor of Villain Wayne Bar
Having received the blessing, Daisy turned toward the impatient customer. Suddenly, courage welled up within her.
She knew very well that if she angered the customer or caused damage to the bar, Black Hand's underlings would never forgive her.
Daisy had been beaten and tortured many times. It was an unforgettable nightmare for her. She had been afraid to resist and had learned to accept everything numbly.
But now, she had found the courage to resist again.
Suppressing her fear, Daisy raised her right hand and gave the customer the middle finger.
Just as the customer flew into a rage and rushed toward her to attack…
Daisy quickly turned around, placed both hands on the window frame, and leaped.
Her body drew an arc in the air, and both feet landed firmly on the ground.
This was something she had learned from her experiences in the slums and from escaping creditors and thugs.
The moment she landed, fresh air rushed in all at once.
She took a deep breath and felt her lungs fill with fresh air — a blissful sensation she had never experienced before.
Sunlight gently enveloped her, radiating a warm, soft light.
Like the rest of the cheering crowd, Daisy glanced back at the enraged customer.
She stepped onto the soft grass, showing a genuine smile instead of the fake one she usually wore to please customers.
The towering statue of the Nameless One quietly looked down at the cheering crowd, pitying their suffering.
…
At the port, Ragnir and the other dwarfs, who had just been preparing to set sail, also witnessed the transformation of the Galactic Core.
A few of them were so terrified that their eyes widened, as if they were still dreaming.
Oh God, ancestors' spirits, what the hell is happening?!
"We should probably leave soon," a young dwarf said to his stunned companions. "Those fanatical humans will be here soon."
"It's best not to get too involved with them."
Ragnir agreed with this opinion.
Although they were also descended from humans and were a branch of humanity,
modern people and people from the pioneering era were two completely different extremes.
Some Hearthborn enjoyed interacting with humans and had accepted the Imperial Regent's offer to join the Indomitus Crusade.
However, Ragnir was the type of Hearthblood who disliked dealing with the official authorities of the Human Imperium.
To avoid trouble, the best course of action was to leave as quickly as possible.
At the port, numerous ships and shuttles were taking off.
Scorching flames erupted from the engines of the aircraft as they slowly rose into the air before accelerating into the depths of the void.
There were many people like Ragnir who disliked involvement with the Human Imperium — especially heretics, cultists, and smugglers.
They knew that once the Imperium officially took control, a purge would definitely follow.
Run now!
It's already too late.
Ragnir found their ship. The moment he entered the cockpit, he noticed an uninvited guest.
Datch was sitting in the pilot's seat with his legs crossed, slowly sipping wine he had somehow obtained.
"Nameless One," Ragnir recognized the other party's face. His voice was heavy.
The other dwarfs also seemed very wary.
They had all heard rumors about the "Nameless One," said to possess power capable of opposing the gods.
"Looks like my reputation is still pretty good," Datch said, setting down his wine glass and looking at the group of dwarfs.
"Welcome to the Galactic Core. The Human Imperium welcomes all lost brethren from overseas."
"Galactic Core is a no-man's land. It is not territory of your Human Imperium," Ragnir retorted.
"It will soon become Imperial territory," Datch said with a shrug.
"Why do you want to change Galactic Core?" Ragnir didn't want to argue about meaningless topics, so he asked about the other party's purpose instead.
If the Nameless One could transform the entire Galactic Core, seizing this place would be as easy as lifting a finger.
Arguing about territorial ownership with the other party would be ridiculous.
"Because I like it," Datch replied, unusually good-natured as he patiently conversed with the NPC in front of him.
"Is that all?" Ragnir's lips twitched.
Thanks to his whim, he had rebuilt the entire region, created several continents, and changed the fates of countless people!
He was truly worthy of his reputation as the Nameless One who could stand against the gods.
"Tell me, why do you need the ancient metals excavated from the ruins?" Datch asked directly.
Ragnir didn't want to answer. This matter concerned the very core of the Votann League.
They had kept it secret for generations, fearing that other factions would covet it.
However, after a moment of hesitation, he ultimately decided to tell everything.
After all, the recent transformation of the Galactic Core had made them realize one thing: the Nameless One was not an existence the dwarfs could oppose.
If the other party seriously attacked, no matter how much they tried to hide the secret, it would be useless.
"We need these ancient metals to build an altar that connects to the spirits of our ancestors."
"For some reason, synthesizing this metal takes too much time. It would be much easier if we could just purchase it directly."
Datch finally understood the purpose of these space dwarfs.
They were not planning to interfere with the Human Imperium, as High Sister Corinne Helesana had feared. Amid the war against Chaos,
these space dwarfs only wanted to find ancient metals to build a sanctuary connected to the Votann Core.
The Votann Core was a super-advanced AI computer developed by humans. Through altars built with mysterious technology, it could communicate with a group of psykers called the Grimnir.
It guided the development of the dwarf race and helped them plan for the future.
Altars connected to the Votann Core could, in ways incomprehensible to certain space dwarfs, develop their own intelligence and evolve into new Votann.
For the space dwarfs, building a sanctuary connected to the Votann Core was their most important mission.
A new Votann Core symbolized a new force for the dwarfs and was the key to expanding their power.
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