Chapter 15 Slaanesh's Whispers, Mental Pollution

She tilted her head back and drank the medicine down without hesitation.

A warm energy instantly flowed through her entire body, and she could clearly feel that her muscles, bones, and even nerve reaction speed were undergoing a qualitative leap.

A few minutes later.

When Lin Qingge reopened her eyes, she seemed to have been reborn. Her skin was whiter and more delicate, and her eyes held a sharper light.

Her current physical abilities have completely surpassed those so-called special forces kings!

"Thank you, Master!"

Lin Qingge knelt down again, this time, her knees didn't even feel the hardness of the ground.

Su Che waved his hand, closed his eyes again, as if preparing to take a nap, and his voice came lazily:

"Alright, stop kneeling."

"Now that the map is drawn, let's get ready."

"That green-skinned tribe..."

Although Su Che's voice was soft, it carried a chilling undertone that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Since they're so close to us, let's not let them sit idle."

"Perfect timing, the temple gardens need to be expanded, and we need a few laborers to carry bricks."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingge's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

She immediately understood what Su Che meant.

This means... taking the initiative!

"Yes, Master! Qingge will go and prepare for the 'recruitment' immediately!"

Lin Qingge stood up, toying with the dagger in her hand, a bloodthirsty smile that was completely out of place with her beautiful face.

With Su Che's support and his enhanced body...

A mere two thousand green-skinned chickens?

Those are nothing more than building materials for a walking temple!

Just as Lin Qingge had just finished injecting the psionic enhancement potion and was immersed in the joy of her leap in physical fitness, preparing to go all out to capture a few "green-skinned laborers" for Su Che, the originally peaceful Black Gold Temple suddenly darkened for no reason.

It's not the disappearance of light, but a gloom originating from the soul.

"Buzz—"

A faint yet sharp tinnitus suddenly appeared in the minds of every contestant.

Immediately afterwards, the emotionless mechanical system notification, tinged with a hint of blood-red warning, resounded throughout the global live broadcast room.

【warn!warn! 】

[Intense energy fluctuations detected in the Slaanesh quadrant of the subspace!]

[The map-wide catastrophe event – ​​"Whispers of Pleasure" – has been triggered!]

[This disaster is a mental attack that ignores physical defenses! All players must guard their minds! Once succumbed, you will be assimilated into mindless, chaotic abominations!]

[Countdown: 3, 2, 1... It's here!]

It gave humans no time to react.

As the countdown reached zero, a sweet, pink scent, both incredibly alluring and nauseating, appeared out of nowhere in every corner of the battlefield of national destiny.

Even through the screen, viewers in the real world could almost smell the intoxicating aroma.

The next second, hell descended.

……

Sakura Country Livestream Room.

At this point in the land of cherry blossoms, only one ninja player, Tanaka, remained, struggling to keep going.

Tanaka was huddled in a crevice in a rock, gripping a shuriken tightly in his hand, his mind on high alert.

However, when the sweet, pink mist drifted past the crevice in the rock, Tanaka's expression suddenly changed.

The initial fear and vigilance vanished instantly, replaced by an extremely bizarre obsession and excitement.

"Hehe...Hanako? Is that you?"

Tanaka suddenly threw away his weapon, stretched out his hands into the empty void, and revealed a chilling, lewd smile.

In his sight, what he saw was not a cold rock wall at all, but rather a group of alluring geishas, ​​swaying their hips as they walked toward him, emitting breaths that made one's bones melt.

"Come on... Tanaka-kun... let's have some fun..."

"Okay...I'm coming...I'm coming right now..."

Tanaka, drooling, pounced on her like a dog in heat.

But in the eyes of the viewers in the live broadcast room, he was not rushing towards a beautiful woman at all, but rather a clump of thorns covered with highly poisonous spikes!

"Ah—! So comfortable! So pleasurable!"

Despite being pierced by sharp spikes and bleeding profusely, Tanaka did not scream in pain; instead, he let out a groan of enjoyment.

He even pulled out a kunai and began frantically carving on his body, laughing maniacally as he did so: "Is this the ultimate pleasure? How wonderful! Praise be to the Lord of Pleasure!"

In just a few minutes, Tanaka, amidst his maniacal laughter, sliced ​​himself into a bloody mess, finally ceasing to breathe after a spasm, his face still bearing that eerily blissful smile.

[All Japanese players eliminated! National punishment descends!]

……

The live stream from the United States.

John Smith, the formidable SEAL instructor, had bloodshot eyes and was firing wildly into the air with his assault rifle.

"Get out of here! You devils!"

"No...no...what is this feeling?"

John's willpower far surpasses that of ordinary people. He is fighting desperately against hallucinations, but in the face of Slaanesh's whispers, the will of mortals is like a fortress on the beach.

A voice kept echoing in his ears, a seduction of his deepest desires—a thirst for killing, an addiction to violence.

"Slay them all... Let your glory be stained with their blood..."

"Since we can't resist, let's enjoy the thrill of killing..."

"Aaaaaah!!" John clutched his head in agony, kneeling on the ground and banging his head against the earth until it bled profusely.

His teammate Emily had already succumbed to temptation and was dancing shamelessly in front of a rock, talking nonsense.

"God...take me away..."

John finally couldn't hold on any longer, and in despair, he shoved the gun into his mouth.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, and the US livestream room instantly turned black and white.

At this moment, 197 different kinds of madness are unfolding in 197 countries around the world.

Some contestants began to kill each other, some began to frantically harm themselves, and some stripped naked and ran wildly across the wasteland, only to be devoured by lurking wild beasts.

This was a massacre without gunfire, yet more terrifying than any physical attack.

This is Warhammer 40K.

Here, your enemy is not just monsters, but also your own desires and the weaknesses deep within your soul.

The instigator of all this—the being known as "Slaanesh," "Prince of Pleasure," and "the youngest evil god"—is watching this mortal collapse show with great interest through a rift in the warp.

……

Dragon Kingdom Live Stream Room.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

"Oh no! I think the athletes from the neighboring countries have gone crazy!"

"This is impossible to defend against! It's a magical attack!"

"I heard that sound too! My head hurts so much!"

"Turn the volume down! Don't listen!"

"How is Lin Qingge? What about Su Che?"

Inside the Black Gold Temple.

Lin Qingge, who was in the side hall, turned deathly pale the moment she heard the system notification, and the dagger in her hand clattered to the ground.

"Slaanesh...it's Slaanesh's whisper..."

Even for those who have been reborn, the fear deep within their souls still surged uncontrollably upon hearing this name.

In the previous life, this disaster was known as the "First Great Purge".

Nearly half of the contestants worldwide were eliminated at this stage due to mental breakdown.

That feeling is terrifying. It will dig up your deepest, dirtiest desires and amplify them ten thousand times until you are completely enslaved by them.