Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0025 I observe Khorne's cowardice, cunning and stupidity, Sinister cook, and Necromancer's

Zhou Yun took the deck of cards from Tuer's hand.

There are 32 cards left in the deck.

Zhou Yun didn't understand things like card counting, which required a certain level of mathematical skill. However, Zhou Yun had forgotten all his mathematical knowledge the moment he graduated in his previous life, returning it all to the great mathematicians like Archimedes, Descartes, Gauss, and Euler.

Grefax did tell Zhou Yun that he could learn some mathematics in the future, as some divination methods would require calculations; however, Zhou Yun died before he could get a chance to do so.

But Zhou Yun didn't actually think this would affect his divination skills.

After all, even the great sage and master of numerology, Mortalian, only had a mathematical level of about 7 x 7 = 49.

Zhou Yun is a mathematical expert who can calculate up to 13×13＝169, so his divination skills are unlikely to be limited by his mathematical abilities.

He tapped his temples a few times with his fingers and looked at the deck of cards.

The art of observing qi... can be considered an ancestral skill within the field of precognitive psionic energy.

With just a glance, Zhou Yun knew that the remaining hands in this hand were unfavorable to him.

Of course, thanks to his uncanny good fortune, this disadvantage wouldn't affect Zhou Yun's victory.

But he wasn't in a hurry to deal the cards. Instead, he smiled and looked at Tours and Cicero, saying:

"Gentlemen, I've noticed you're having a bit of bad luck today. I have a little trick for changing your luck; would you like to know?"

Tour and Cicero exchanged bewildered glances, but Zhou Yun's psychic powers had already subtly planted a seed of trust in their hearts, making them unconsciously begin to believe his words.

Zhou Yun's consciousness lingered in the minds of Tuer and Cicero, guiding their actions while also reading their recent memories.

He saw something that utterly disgusted him: the girl on the plate, the trembling, weeping slave child, the bloodied skin used to make shoes...

Zhou Yun's gaze swept over the red leather shoes on Cicero and Tour's feet.

Zhou Yun wasn't actually a person with a deep moral compass, especially after transmigrating to the Warhammer universe and enduring the agonizing torment on the Golden Throne. He had become desensitized to many things.

He also believes that most people, once they sit on the golden throne for even a second, will find that there is nothing they cannot let go of. What are the troubles in life compared to the pain on the golden throne?

Zhou Yun could face many things, including robbery, theft, fraud, gambling, murder, and even more heinous acts, with a calm mind and without being overly emotional.

The way he toyed with Cicero and Tours just now wasn't so much to vent his anger for his predecessor; he was just having fun.

But there is one thing Zhou Yun still cherishes: he cherishes living peacefully and without pain. Only after sitting on the golden throne did Zhou Yun understand the preciousness of this ordinary life. He even hopes that everyone can live peacefully and without pain.

Zhou Yun felt genuinely unhappy about the fact that someone, someone who hadn't done anything wrong, or even a child, had suffered so much and died in agony.

Why should someone be tortured for no reason?

Zhou Yun could not accept it.

Those who haven't made mistakes shouldn't be tormented; this is Zhou Yun's bottom line now.

Therefore, Zhou Yun absolutely had to give them both a powerful curse.

"I recently joined a new sect, called... the Yellow-skinned Hook Seller Cult."

"This sect believes that there is a vicious demon king in the galaxy who does all kinds of evil, never pays his debts, uses human lives as currency at will, locks an old man in the toilet for a day and a night, and even treats his own son as a tool."

"Do you know how many heinous crimes he's committed? Do you know how he treated his own son?"

"His seventeenth son built him a city, which he then blew up to ashes."

"His fourteenth son's adoptive father loved to fart, so he beat him to death in front of his fourteenth son."

"His fifteenth son is the most pitiful. Just because he was making a phone call and it was bothering him to go in and out of the passage, the weasel released its dog to stomp on his back. His son was so badly injured that his grandson had to rebuild the body himself."

"The most pitiful one is his sixteenth son. This child was good. He rebelled against his father and had already won the fight. But the weasel was shameless and actually outwitted him. The weasel faked his death and ambushed him, stabbing the sixteenth son to death with a small dagger."

"But this weasel was the most wicked and finally got his comeuppance. He was beaten so badly that he became paralyzed and will never be able to stand up again. But he still won't give up and tries to find a scapegoat every day... Your recent bad luck must be because the weasel has been targeting you."

Tour and Cicero looked at Zhou Yun with bewildered expressions, but for some reason, Zhou Yun's words had captured their attention.

"Then how do we solve this?" Tull asked instinctively.

"This weasel bullies the weak and fears the strong. The simplest way is to scare him away." Zhou Yun stretched out his finger and waved it a few times in front of Tuer and Cicero.

"Come on, let's all yell and curse together!"

"The weasel selling hooks is corrupting morals."

"He killed his uncle when he was young and had no parents."

"He steals his brother's sheep and never pays."

"They bewitched the gods and seized custody of the children."

"Terra created the human empire and proclaimed himself the False Emperor."

"Build the Golden Throne and Burn Macado"

"Write dwarf jokes, and put them in a hate book."

"Let the stray dogs run rampant and bite, and the pony will break its spine."

"He encouraged Locken to speak ill of the Warchief."

"Burn down Perfect City and lead the way for Guilliman."

"How many chapters would it take to fully describe all the evil?"

How loyal does one have to be to appear innocent?

Tour and Cicero shook their heads in confusion. They didn't quite understand what Zhou Yun was saying, but they could sense that this weasel... was definitely not a good thing.

Zhou Yun made an encouraging gesture, signaling the two of them to join in the cursing.

"You weasel, you bitch."

Cicero first tried to curse, then seemed to feel a heavy weight in his heart, a discomfort that was hard to bear.

Thinking about the money he had just lost, Cicero's anger seemed to grow even heavier, and that curse he had just uttered seemed to have opened a channel for him to vent this anger.

"You weasel, you wretched thing, born of a mother but raised by no father, your whole family died when you were a child, you were betrayed by your brothers when you grew up, your wife ran away after you got married, and your son is an unfilial bastard."

Wouldn't that be too hurtful to him?

Zhou Yun was startled when he saw Cicero suddenly start with zero frames.

While there may have been some instigation involved, to use such vulgar language is truly befitting of a cultured person...

Cicero ignored all of this and continued to rant and rave, as if venting his anger could truly release his pent-up frustration. Even Tours was infected by his rant and joined in.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhou Yun gestured for the two to continue listening to him.

"Actually, this weasel has four accomplices: the cowardly cripple, the stupid illiterate stutterer, the vicious and bloodthirsty Nagan, and the ugly and boring cook Sha."

"It'll be more effective to curse them all at once, come and say it with me..."

"You cowardly little man is afraid of cripples. You're a deserter who ran away from the battlefield eight times, a sorcerer bastard. You don't even have as much courage as a fart spirit."

"You stupid, illiterate, stuttering idiot, you're a moron who can't even count to nine, you're single-minded, your intelligence isn't even as good as Oglindo's."

"You vicious, bloodthirsty, and clean-blooded bastard, you're a cat abuser who takes seven baths a day, and you'd stomp on every ant you see on the street. You don't even love life as much as a Skaven ratman."

"Ugly and boring cook, you're just a conservative and boring little cook. Even a space necromancer knows how to enjoy life better than you. Your allure is not even as strong as a Nurgle."

Cicero and Tours joined Zhou Yun in cursing.

Tours' insults were less harsh, but Cicero's were truly scathing. Although Zhou Yunling's ability to manipulate the situation played a role, it seems he was really desperate after losing.

Zhou Yun slightly raised his eyes and used his Qi Observation Technique to examine the spiritual energy emanating from them.

Ugh... what a disgusting lump!

The dark misfortune brewing around them had become as thick as asphalt, almost forming some kind of subspace entity. Zhou Yun could vaguely hear that thing emitting a piercing wail.

In Macurag, a place with a weak warp, if this were in the Eye of Terror, they would probably have exploded into a cloud of blood mist on the spot, and their consciousness would have been stretched and dragged into the warp to suffer eternal torment and pain.

Of course, even in a place like Macurag, with such heavy misfortune, they would probably suffer endless torment and die. After they die and sink into the warp... that would surely be quite a spectacle.

What Zhou Yun used was a technique called the Doomsday Technique within the Foresight system.

Normally, in Macragge, this curse would at most cause the two of them some minor bad luck, like losing a little money.

But Zhou Yun made a small modification.

Cursing, swearing, and disrespecting deities are considered in every civilization to be the easiest ways to invite misfortune.

Zhou Yun had just incited them to simultaneously curse and swear at the Emperor, Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh, using extremely vile language. Even if the gods didn't watch over them or actively punish them, the resulting backlash from the Warp was a terrifying misfortune.

Not to mention, the demons and demon princes under the gods' command didn't mind punishing them on behalf of their masters; even through the thick veil, they still unleashed powerful curses upon Thur and Cicero.

Zhou Yun merely took advantage of this momentum, using the curse spell to guide the curse to firmly attach itself to Cicero and Tour.

So, their lives were over.

As for Zhou Yun himself, when he was cursing, he deliberately channeled more of his will back to the Golden Throne. His words cursing the gods were mixed into the terrifying psionic waves released by the Golden Throne, making them almost impossible for beings in the warp to detect.

Even if they do realize it... Zhou Yun allows them to come to the Golden Throne to settle accounts with him; he welcomes it.

"Hmm...wait, what?" Zhou Yun glanced silently at their future.

Tours would die within a day or two, while Cicero... he actually lived for a very long time, several months.

But Zhou Yun clearly saw that Cicero's misfortune was even more intense than that of Thur... What will this child go through in the next few months?

"Shall we continue gambling?" Zhou Yun said, picking up the playing cards in his hand.

"Okay." Cicero nodded. "After cursing according to your method, my luck has started to improve."

"Yes, yes," Zhou Yun agreed with a smile.