3 Chapter 3

I look at the badly wounded Argel Tal and think about his injuries, he will survive and realize that his capture is only the beginning of his torment.

I hear a sound in my head

*Ding!*

[[Quest Complete]

[Prevent Scatter]

Goal: prevent primer dispersion. The chaos invasion of the Primarch Project lab will begin in 10 minutes.

Award : Congratulations, you have won multiple awards:

1: All your jumpchain choices are unlocked.

2: Your Gamer system is open.

3: Congratulations on capturing Argel Tal and Ingethel the Ascended, you have received a bonus for capturing living enemies.

4: You won a small player stat boost. ]

'very interesting'

I say show my stats and see my stats pop up in my head. Conveniently, no one can see what I have but me.

[[Title: Atham the Revelation/ ???

Race: Hybrid

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Class: [Half Gamer] [Half Jumper] [Emperor]

HP: ??? (reg.: ???%/s)

[show other stats]]

I click on show others and look at the other statistics, alas, there are a lot of questionnaires, it seems that I confused the system because of all the benefits, I do not regret it.

I look at my two modifier and a smile just crosses my face.

[[Abomination of Nature] - Due to your hybrid nature, Alpha + psyker combined with Omega Minus Pariah and your abilities and knowledge you possess, you are an abomination of nature.

Your existence should not be possible in any sense because by your very existence you violate most of the laws of Matter and Immaterial. Your abilities leave anyone who witnesses your abilities wondering if you are a god, those who learn your true nature will recoil in horror as they realize you should not exist. ]

[[Mysterious Origin] - You are a living anomaly. Almost all your data, knowledge, history, background, etc. are either completely unknown or a complete mystery, so they cannot be compared to any other existence. Observing your history, how you came to be, what allowed you to exist in the first place, proved to be extremely difficult and almost impossible. ]

'Looks like I made the right choice' I think until I look around and realize that time has stopped. I look with all my senses and see that everyone is frozen except me.

I look around until he appears, I look at the being and realize it looks like me, my doppelgänger walked in gracefully, too perfect for a human.

But who could he be, wait, he looks like a more powerful version of me then he must be the version of me from the future coming to me because I chose [Second Chance].

"We need to talk," my doppelgänger says as he walks up to me until he's only five feet away from me.

I open my mind and feel his mind open and then I just feel the pain as the vast amount of information pours into my mind.

I want to fall to the ground with a headache, but I can hardly stand on my feet, I must not show weakness.

As I review the information I have been given, I feel a rush of curiosity and anger, so many mistakes and surprises.

My double pulls me out of my emotional outbursts.

"You must be prepared for anything, you must not let your arrogance and lust for power stand in the way of protecting humanity, you are still too proud, but that will soon change." says my double.

"But I am among the most powerful beings in the entire universe, why should I worry about my life, with this future knowledge victory is guaranteed" I say and then shrug.

A frown appeared on my doppelganger's face "The choices you made for your new life may have made you extremely powerful, but you have increased the power of your enemies to extreme levels" he just paused and then continued "Perhaps for my future, you will correct numerous mistakes, but when I'm gone, the timeline will be warped in a number of unpredictable ways, your future knowledge will eventually become useless, and your enemies will adapt very quickly."

"Got it, do you have any other advice?" I ask.

"Yes, never underestimate your enemies, absolutely never." he replies

"Thanks for your help, you made my mission a lot easier." I thank him.

"You're welcome," he replies and pauses, then continues "This is the last thing I'm going to tell you, if you lose despite all the advantages you have, then you're the living embodiment of failure and incompetence, so don't let yourself lose," he replies.

As I think about what to say to him, my future version just waves a hello, I answer him and he just disappears before my eyes.

I look around with my eyes and see that time has started again, I notice that none of my servants have noticed that time has stopped.

"My lord, what shall we do with the prisoners?" one of my Custodes asks me.

"Put the demon prince into the deepest cell, protect the cell with the best seals to prevent escape or warp banishment, throw the space marine into the deepest and darkest cell, and send a few mid-strength sisters of silence to guard his cell." I answer him very quickly.

"Yes, my lord, your orders will be carried out immediately," he replies.

I watch the fire slowly go out and hear an explosion, and the closed doors of the Laboratory explode in showers and sparks. I watch the soldiers of the nascent Empire, along with the frantic gene forgers, rush into the chamber looking for the source of the commotion. The soldiers noted the positions of the fallen Word Bearers around them, keeping an eye out for the odd warrior and preparing to fill the corpses with bullets if any of these intruders were still alive.

On the other hand, the gene forgers were frantically reaching for the various data readouts and monitors attached to the pregnancy pods.

Someone else entered the room, I turned my head and saw Malcador. For the first time since I regained my memories, I saw my most trusted friend, confidant and advisor. Where I looked young, the man looked old. Beneath the hood of his Administratum robes there were more wrinkles than a face, and the skin itself was as dry as if it would crumble to dust at the mere touch. But I knew better. I didn't just look at him with my physical eyes, I saw his soul as well. It shone in the Imaterium, showing the great power behind the Sigilite's mind. The staff he carried crackled with psychic flames, the eagle on top.

"Malcador."