Chapter 1.1. Aspiring to be a Mental Illness
Endless fog enveloped the three-masted sailing ship, and the light coming through the porthole became weak and dim.
After two days of coma, Daquus awoke to the sound of waves crashing against the hull. He lay panting, his back soaked with sweat, his mind awash with fragmented memories that seemed to tear his soul apart. He stared blankly at the black pine deck above him, unable to accept the reality of his time travel.
"MMP! That's the new car I just picked up!"
After lying there for a long time, Dacius regained his composure, then struggled to sit up and surveyed the simple, luxurious cabin. Several exquisitely crafted purple silk robes and brown thick-skinned kaitans hung in the doorless wardrobe. The candles in the candlesticks on the table had long since burned out. A full set of black steel plate armor was displayed on the armor rack. A noble curved sword, a messer, and a nearly two-and-a-halberd, nearly two and a half meters long, were placed on the weapon rack. Nearby, a pearwood dressing table and a drum stool, in an unusual style, held a bronze mirror, a wooden comb, and a dressing box.
Dacus immediately reached out and touched his crotch, sighed in disappointment: "Not bad." Then he sat cross-legged, resting his chin on his hand and looking at the Persian vase carpet on the ground.
"What kind of weird style is this? Yeah, they were all looted, making the best use of them."
Dacus began to recall: "I'm impressed by this guy. He actually fell into the sea while using the toilet. What's going on?"
"It's the Warhammer world, and the Dark Elf Druzil? The Naggaroth slave-owning band? What's that saying? Bretonnia as a farmer, Sylvania as a blood slave, Druzil as a slave, Skaven as a slave rat, Greenskin as a fart spirit, what a great honor!"
Daxus smiled wryly and continued to reminisce. "Luckily, this guy is a Druzian noble, a big one at that. He has no siblings, but he has an unreliable cousin. His uncle, Dulias, is the admiral of the Dark Ark's Malevolent Temple. His clan mother, Anathara, is over six thousand years old, the Night Warden of Clar Karond, Morathi's best friend, a powerful Druzian spellcaster, and Hecate, a servant of the Goddess of Magic. Young Master Nukel is over five thousand years old, the Valahar of Clar Karond, the renowned Dread Lord, and a master tactician of Druzian."
"Wow, black magic is really awesome! It's really good at hiding."
"Klark'ron was originally ruled by three Night Wardens. After a period of Byzantine-style political struggle, the city's military and political power is now fully controlled by the Hellbane Family. Those who opposed it were either killed or fled to the Blackspine Mountains to join the Shadow."
"Druzi has only five core cities built on Dark Ark technology, plus the fortress city of Gorond, which defends against the northern barbarians. Klarkarond is primarily responsible for shipbuilding and manufacturing Dark Ark technology, providing food to other cities. What's the concept? This is the Wei Bo vassal state, without the debuff of going out of the country to fight, and the Anatolian military district of the Eastern Roman Empire."
"System! System! Where are the promised benefits for time travelers? No, if there is a system in the Warhammer world, it would be very strange. This noble status might be a golden finger."
The noise on the ship grew louder. Daxus glanced at the porthole. It was foggy outside, and overhead he could hear the sounds of people wiping the deck and walking.
"To survive in Druki society, you have to be a madman and a psychopath. To be normal is to be a psychopath. It's time to face a new life!"
After saying this, Daquus staggered to his feet, put on his thick-skinned Kaitan, and draped himself in a silk robe.
"Luckily I don't get seasick."
At this moment, there was a slight knock on the door. A young female Druzy said, "Sir, are you awake? Do you need breakfast?"
Dacus went to open the door and saw a young woman, Druzy, wearing a tight black silk dress, standing at a distance of two swords from the door, holding the dining car.
The female Druzy saw the hatch open and Daquus' expressionless face half exposed. She said in surprise, "Good morning, my lord. Are you feeling better?"
Dacus looked at her calmly, as if he were looking at forty gold bricks, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good morning, Alyssa. Is there any water?"
Alyssa said eagerly: “Sir, yes, there is, and I also have the soothing soup I made for you. Do you need me to push the dining cart in?”
Dacus nodded, stepped aside, and walked back to the table. Alyssa lowered her head and slowly pushed the dining cart to the table.
Then he slowly retreated, and when he retreated to the door, Alyssa said, "Sir, call me if you need anything." After that, she slowly closed the door.
Darkus complained, "They didn't even bring a servant aboard, and they still had to rely on sorceresses to serve them."
"Man is iron, rice is steel, and the ogre eats iron and chews steel."
As he spoke, he placed the food from the dining cart on the table: salted fish of unknown origin, white bread, beef and mushroom soup, quiche, a thick, dark soothing soup, and a bottle of water.
"What does Druzil eat? That's a pretty advanced question, rivaled only by how Malekith uses the toilet and the sheer number of people in Druzil. Really good! No cloying dishes like nauseating horse patties, pickled fish, and forest spider spinnerets sandwiched between two slices of toasted sweetbread. Cold fart brain salad, and bread made from Tomb King bone meal. Show off, show off."
Dacus drank half a bottle of water first, then began to eat, thinking while eating.
"Is this black stuff a tranquilizing soup? Was the previous fall into the sea an accident? Or is someone trying to cause trouble?"
Darkus ate the bread, looked at the bowl of soothing soup, and carefully recalled what happened when he fell into the sea two days ago.
"Standing on the side rail to relieve myself and getting blown off by a crosswind? Is that outrageous? Even a freelancer who never even attended high school knows that the restroom on a sailboat should be at the bow or stern. These three siblings from the Takia family were recruited by my cousin. They're going to the Kingdom of Chrace in Ulthuan to complete their family's traditional White Lion Ceremony. Afterwards, they'll assist me in completing the Haxie's Voyage Trial. The crew and soldiers are all from my family. I'm not some bastard Blackblade, I'm a legitimate descendant of the Hellbane family. If anything goes wrong, every last one of us on this ship will be buried with us."
After finishing his breakfast, Dacius scooped out the thick requiem soup with a spoon and poured it out the porthole. He sat down at the dressing table, looking at his face. He tied his long black hair back into a ponytail, put on a black steel Hadrica around his neck, and wore three spirit rings on his pointed ears.
The bronze mirror reflected a bewitching violet eye, a glint of malice and indifference on a sinister face. He smiled at the mirror, a hint of indescribable evil. He lowered his head and touched Hadrika on his chest. The card bore the scarlet family emblem of a multi-headed serpent entwined within the Tower of Destruction.
"This big gold chain is fine."
He stood up, put on his noble curved sword, and walked onto the deck carrying the Duruchi halberd.
“The game begins!”
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There are four main characters of the Hellbane family, from the 7th edition of the Dark Elf Army Book.
