Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Gris walked out of the room with excitement. He wanted to head to the factory immediately and start building the new fleet.

He recalled Duke's unusually bright eyes from their meeting moments ago.

There was also the overwhelming sense of a mind completely moved by inspiration.

In a trance, Gris felt as though he were meeting the Emperor from the distant past.

Perhaps this was divinity.

Thinking this, Gris—the oil man whose body had undergone extensive mechanical modifications—felt like laughing.

He let go of these scattered thoughts and quickened his pace.

However, he did not head directly to the foundry.

Building an interstellar battleship was a monumental project. To complete the fleet as quickly as possible, he needed to coordinate efforts across multiple departments.

In the room, Dukel, whose spiritual practice had begun yielding results, posted a message on the Mind Network:

[Mind Training Technique: Wildfire will be officially available on the Mind Network in two hours.]

[Practicing this technique will enhance self-control, improve information processing capabilities, and resist subspace corruption.]

[Stay tuned.]

After posting, Dukel logged off the Mind Network.

The announcement sparked excitement among the network's users.

On the HeartNet communication channel:

"Praise to humanity for developing technology to resist subspace corruption! The end of the heretics is near!""Mind training technique? Is it like meditation?""Improved information processing and self-control will drastically impact combat efficiency.""Could this Mind Network itself be a trick of the Chaos Gods?""Unlikely. Chaos corruption wouldn't be so subtle.""Let's wait and see. Two hours isn't long."

Currently, all HeartNet users were tested warriors, humanity's most loyal defenders.

The ability to resist the Warp's corruption was irresistibly tempting. None of them wanted to be turned into a pawn of the Chaos Gods, betraying their comrades with a blade.

For them, the wait felt interminable.

At his desk, Dukel was still refining the spiritual training techniques.

"I remember reading a novel in my previous life about spiritual cultivation," he mused.

"If we use the framework of that novel as a reference..."

He thought aloud, "Spiritual cultivation could be divided into levels: Subconsciousness, Concentration, Fetal Breathing, Meditation, and Manifestation of the Saint."

"Take my current state as an example."

He continued planning in his mind:

"Subconsciousness involves tapping into one's subconscious, reaching a state of 'free intent,' and processing vast amounts of information. This also allows the practitioner to influence minds—great sages like Gris, for example."

"This is likely the third stage of Subconsciousness. I am just one step away from achieving Spiritual Concentration."

Dukel divided Subconsciousness into three stages:

Using external aids like drugs or self-suggestion to enter a subconscious state.Entering the subconscious state effortlessly without assistance.Remaining in a subconscious state perpetually.

The first two stages allow one to enhance cognitive speed, strengthen willpower, and achieve self-hypnosis. However, they do not significantly exceed the mental capabilities of ordinary humans.

At the third stage, a qualitative leap occurs: one remains in a subconscious state constantly, rapidly accumulating spiritual energy and even influencing others' thoughts.

Dukel logged into the Mind Network:

[Uploading Mind Cultivation Technique: Wildfire...]

[Ding! Upload successful.]

Notifications flooded the network:

[The Lord of the Mind Network has uploaded the Mind Cultivation Technique: Wildfire (Subconscious Version).]

More than 500 members received the announcement simultaneously.

Although Dukel wanted the network members to grow stronger quickly, he knew giving away techniques for free might not be ideal. A reward mechanism seemed necessary to motivate them.

"I need to design a trading system using points as currency," Dukel thought, "to facilitate resource circulation and encourage effort."

He imagined the HeartNet as a central hub for issuing missions to his legion, tracking their completion with efficiency and clarity.

But smaller skirmishes, fought daily, demanded real-time monitoring.

"Killing aliens to earn points... That simplifies things."

As he refined these ideas, fatigue finally caught up with him. He hadn't rested in days.

"It's clear there are still too few members in the Heart Network," Dukel muttered.

Spreading his psionic energy outward, he quickly located a nun praying in the city.

He sent a mental message to her:

"Efilar, come to my study."