My Life as A Death Guard (Warhammer 30K Male MC)

The Endurance, Astartes Personal Quarters. 

Present Day.

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Hades—no, now it's He Shi—was sitting at his beloved small desk, painting his cherished little miniatures.

He set down the newly painted 30k Mortarion miniature and stretched. 

He glanced up at the small display case on his desk, positioned near the wall.

After some thought, He Shi reached into the display case and pulled out an Emperor figurine he had bought online, unsure if it was authentic.

Feeling bored, he placed the two little figures on his desk and then—

The Mortarion miniature suddenly moved and began to speak.

The tiny figure burst into laughter and somehow produced a Xenos head out of nowhere. "Hahahahahaha! I finally killed you, Father!!!"

The Emperor figurine silently observed Mortarion from a distance. Mortarion noticed it and asked, "Who are you, stranger?"

Suddenly, the Emperor figurine began to emit a dazzling golden light.

Back on His Bed, Hades Instantly Woke Up.

What a bizarre dream!

That was Hades' first thought upon awakening from a prolonged coma.

His second thought was—

What the hell!!!

As his consciousness returned, so too did the fully enhanced capabilities of his modified body.

The first thing his brain registered was his heightened perception of the surrounding environment.

A scent shot straight to Hades' soul! 

It was like an extreme version of lemon + mint + licorice + extra-strength disinfectant + concentrated bleach, all mixed together and then frozen into an icy concoction, followed by the addition of vinegar + chili water + concentrated alcohol + chlorine. 

Then, this mix was blasted into his lungs at full power by a high-pressure water gun!

Hades felt like his brain was about to be liquefied by this overpowering stench.

He instinctively sat up, coughing violently, one hand covering his nose and mouth, while the other clutched his throat.

"Cough, cough, cough… What the..."

To be fair, Barbarus was a world filled with toxic gases, divided into high toxicity, medium toxicity, and low toxicity—but never "non-toxic."

It was like a person living in a strange-smelling environment suddenly having their sense of smell amplified a hundredfold and then being thrown into clean air—it's unbearable for anyone.

And that's what Hades was experiencing now.

Even though he had been inhaling clean air while unconscious, when his cerebral cortex became active and his consciousness fully awakened, the drastic change in environmental information caused an intense stress response.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

A large hand reached over, holding a spherical censer. 

The simple, carved, hollow brass censer had a few lines of Barbarus script engraved on it:

"Born in the land of poison, silent in the mists."

A familiar, gentle, and enchanting scent from home began to waft from the small censer.

The pale, bony hand offered the charming little censer to Hades.

"Cough, cough... Thank... cough... thank you!"

Having just woken from a long coma and still disoriented from the sudden intake of fresh air, Hades didn't care about his image as he grabbed the censer and shoved it under his nose.

The warm, soothing fragrance quickly countered the harsh, icy air.

Hades took several deep breaths, trying to expel the lingering irritation.

Then, he forced himself to slow his breathing, which had become erratic from his panic. 

His fully enhanced body obediently complied.

Gradually, the smoke from the censer filled the air in gentle streams.

Finally, Hades calmed down.

He looked up.

Hades found himself in a spacious, minimalist room. 

The room was large, with a high ceiling, taller than any typical house on Barbarus. 

A tall workbench stood against the wall, stocked with basic tools. 

Weapons were neatly arranged on the wall.

As for Hades, he was dressed in simple civilian clothes, half-sitting on a plain bed. 

Apart from a rectangular pillow, there were no blankets.

The room's temperature was just right, so blankets weren't necessary.

But what truly caught Hades' attention was the person who had handed him the censer.

The towering figure of Mortarion was sitting in a chair that seemed slightly small for his stature.

Mortarion wasn't wearing armor, just a simple combat uniform. 

A gray cloak draped to the floor, while a muted green top was cinched with brown leather straps, and the silver buckles occasionally caught the light, breaking up the dark tones of his outfit.

He wore black trousers, with gray-white leg bindings tightly securing the excess fabric. 

His heavy gray boots had sharp edges, and the soles were thick.

A large, somewhat exaggerated round silver medallion hung from Mortarion's belt.

The once-perfectly-round medallion was now marred by six sharp spikes, three on each side. 

A skull was carved into the center of the medallion.

Hades was more than familiar with that—it was the emblem of the Death Guard.

Several thin bronze chains hung from Mortarion's shoulders. 

The censer, still emitting a faint toxin, was attached to one of these chains. One of the chains was missing a censer—

The one now in Hades' hand.

Mortarion looked at Hades, his unmasked face showing a rare expression of amusement and relief.

"It seems I'm not the only one who can't get used to the air here."

Hades blinked in confusion. Wait, so that sharp smell earlier was the normal air?!

No!!!!

He didn't want to become a Plague Marine! Ahhhh!!!

But now wasn't the time for Hades to wail in despair. He quickly gathered his thoughts.

He and Mortarion had probably been rescued by the Emperor, and he had already been transformed into a Death Guard Astartes.

Hades was likely now aboard a Death Guard ship.

But before anything else, there was one thing he had to confirm.

Hades composed himself, his expression becoming serious.

"Mortarion, what was the outcome of your duel with Necare?"

A smile played at the corners of the Reaper's mouth.

"I killed it. After you lost consciousness, the creature couldn't withstand me due to its prior injuries."

So that's how it ended?

But wasn't... wait a minute?

Hades clearly remembered... he couldn't recall exactly... uh... was that how it happened?

Maybe his mind was already foggy at the time, or the transformation surgery had blurred his memory.

Anyway, it's good that Mortarion finished off Necare!

At least Hades' efforts weren't in vain.

"Congratulations! You did it, Mortarion!"

Hades couldn't help but laugh, though his grin was far more exaggerated than Mortarion, nearly stretching to his ears.

"Sorry I passed out at the end and couldn't be of much help."

"No."

Mortarion shook his head slightly.

"If you hadn't suppressed Necare's psychic power, the outcome of this battle... would have been uncertain."

The gratitude in the Primarch's eyes was unmistakable. 

In contrast, Hades, having learned the final outcome, appeared more carefree.

"Haha, don't be modest, Mortarion. I really didn't do much."

"But, what's going on here? We're not on Barbarus, are we?"

Hades acted as if he had just realized their current surroundings.

Mortarion chuckled inwardly. 

Of course, Hades would ask about the result of Mortarion's duel before worrying about his own situation.

This gesture... just earned him another point of favor.

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