This is the hut I built. This is the stone I meditate on. This is my bolter and chainsaw sword. I've been in this idyllic paradise for over a decade, even reaching the Qi Refining stage, and you're telling me this is a Warhammer? So the spiritual energy I breathe every day comes from the Warp?... Years later, a colossal statue stands atop Terra. Beneath the statue, they call me Regent, Godfather of the Chaos Primarch, Heart of the Dead, Terran Keeper, Ark Home Engineer, Terminator of the Second Brother, Dorak's Private Garbage Collector, Warp Landlord... "So, Your Majesty, it's rather impolite of you to be sitting while speaking to me."

"In terms of fighting ability today, who in the alien world can be called the best?"

"Haven't you experienced the difference between one supreme being and two heroes? The first one must be the old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei, who has both life and death and a complete thunder method!"

"I don't think so. There are so many heroes in the world."

"Then who else do you think there is?"

"Can't I get anywhere at the headquarters?"

"Haha, then it's a numerical weird!"