Chapter 3: Certification Mission

Chapter 3: The Certification Mission

[The database contains an immense wealth of human technological knowledge. The host can gain access to the database by completing related certification missions. The Overlord template assists the host in gathering faith; the more beings that acknowledge the host, the stronger the host’s empowered abilities become. The host can view data on those who recognize them but cannot see which other dark gods these individuals may support. Please proceed with caution.]

[The assistant spirit can answer your questions and help retrieve knowledge from the accessible database.]

“No shop? No ten-pull draws?” Kiriman’s heart sank.

Without those super powerful features, how was he supposed to fight the traitorous gene primordials?

How could he possibly take on the Four Divine Beasts??

Was this kind of cheat really a joke? What use was this assistance??

The chaos dark gods were nearly six-gear-equipped and smashing crystals, and all he got was this pitiful aid!

There was no point in playing anymore. Kiriman just wanted to ask the Four Divine Beast army if they might surrender and accept a half loss!!

[This assistant is a straightforward aid, without any chaotic or messy functions.]

“Damn it, bro, seriously? Nowadays, everyone knows being straightforward doesn’t get you anywhere. You’re a system—don’t you know how to be flexible?”

Kiriman desperately wanted to voice his frustration.

Wasn’t this just a death sentence?

Without a top-tier cheat assistant, the chaotic forces were strong and robust. The empire had to deal with aliens, internal strife, and a host of demons lurking in the shadows.

[This assistant trusts the host. Please work hard.]

“What good is your trust? I don’t even trust myself,” Kiriman cursed silently.

Trust me? The Emperor, such a mighty figure, had already been sent off to sit on a golden throne, so what chance did anyone else have?

This was no joke.

The Emperor was a protagonist template incarnate.

In terms of power, he was formidable—his psychic might could extinguish stars, and it took all four divine beasts united to challenge him.

In strategy, he crushed all alien factions, defeated every warlord, and completed the grand unification.

In ideology, after serving as a cult leader, he personally led the god-slaying campaign.

In achievements, he unified humanity, established the Stellar Torch, and laid the imperial foundation for millennia—just a step away from realizing the ultimate vision of universal ascension.

Frankly, Kiriman had never read a novel with such an overwhelmingly powerful protagonist.

Such a figure, despite the alliance of the Four Divine Beasts and traitors, claimed the golden throne and endured millennia of torment.

Who dared say they could do better than the Emperor?

With this kind of cheat, you won’t win; at best, you can only delay death—and in the end, death is inevitable.

“Sir.”

Kiriman had been lost in thought until the voice of Saint Celestin stirred him from the depths of his mind.

Celestin’s voice was enchanting, carrying the magnetic quality unique to saints.

It compelled one to listen.

After a brutal battle, Celestin’s armor was shattered and her body covered in horrific wounds. Despite her remarkable healing ability, she still bled profusely—a grim sight.

Celestin was also a key figure in Kiriman’s resurrection. It was her suggestion that the Black Sanctuary and numerous battle groups protect the Mechanist Sage Kael.

This allowed Kael, who held the secret to Kiriman’s revival, to safely retreat from the fallen, destroyed Kadiya Fortress, rallying the nearby Space Marines to rush to Makurag.

These gathered warriors ultimately helped Kael complete Kiriman’s resurrection ceremony.

Kiriman gazed at Celestin, his look full of inquiry.

“Thanks to the Emperor, the great Primordial and the noble you have returned to us,” Celestin said, struggling against her wounds, bowing slightly.

Saints were the Emperor’s most devoted followers, his envoys walking the mortal realm.

In the dark, desperate, and blood-soaked galaxy, they were humanity’s brightest hope and proof that the Emperor still watched over them.

Saints were rare in the human empire.

Blessed by the Emperor for their noble character and loyal faith, they wielded part of the Emperor’s power.

Celestin’s loyalty to the Emperor’s progeny was absolute.

Her trembling voice betrayed her emotion; seeing a son of the Emperor revived filled her with a glimmer of hope, no longer despair.

“Father.”

Karlga, commander of the Extreme Warrior Battalion, approached.

His resolute face was marked by uncontrollable emotion, his eyes blurred with tears as he looked up at the reborn Primordial.

The Extreme Warrior Battalion had endured and guarded for ten thousand years.

Today, witnessing the return of the Father of Genes moved them to tears of joy.

Battalions that deployed gene seeds called the Primordials “Father,” using the term to express gratitude for a second chance at life.

Before Kiriman, the legendary Karlga of the empire appeared as awkward as a recruit.

“I am gratified that after ten thousand years, my descendants still fight for humanity,” Kiriman said, merging memories, placing a hand on Karlga’s shoulder, speaking in a fatherly tone.

Though his soul was from another world, he inherited all of Kiriman’s memories and power, allowing him to calmly observe those gathered.

“Regent.”

Mechanist Priest Kael, Black Sanctuary Marshal, and the Inquisitors also approached.

Ten thousand years ago, after the Horus Rebellion ended, the gravely wounded Emperor entrusted Kiriman with great responsibility as Regent of the empire.

“I am pleased to see you all again.”

Kiriman scanned the group, his voice deep and authoritative.

“The empire needs your guidance, child of the Emperor.”

Celestin stared at the Primordial’s face, her voice betraying excitement.

As a believer, her lifelong wish had been realized once more, bringing her great comfort.

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