116: Chapter 116 There is Sally in the Book

Consort Cheng Yu began inviting others to join his imperial envoy delegation while granting food under the corridor, but the vast majority of people had no interest.

"What a joke. Is the Slaanesh Court a good place? I heard that going there defaults to undergoing six or seven trials. If you can't withstand the tests and die, that's a small matter, but making a fool of oneself and losing face for His Majesty is a big deal."

Consort Cheng Yu was in no hurry anyway, so he had notices posted both inside and outside the Hive City, openly recruiting warriors brave enough to join the mission.

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It must be said that Wild Dog Cheng Yu has guts. He actually dared to stick his own investment advertisement directly over the imperial notice recruiting personnel for the mission. When asked, he had his reasons: "Going on a mission to the Slaanesh Court is just asking for death, isn't it? I'm doing a good deed here."

At the same time, he contacted some Space Dwarf engineers, asking if they could make a mobile phone about the size of a... chessboard. Although they didn't understand, they were respectful and immediately stated that as long as the money was there, making it as big as a bathtub would be no problem.

Before the advertising flyers were even finished being distributed, there was a continuous stream of phone calls. Many Cheng Yus Clones with spare money were interested in the project and called to inquire about investing.

Even the Hive City Security Force was very interested in the project. They didn't want to invest, but rather felt that something like an internet cafe would be very beneficial for the Hive City's public order.

After all, every day, especially at night, young men and women in the Hive City finish eating barbecue and drinking alcohol with nothing serious to do. They frequently get into fights or go to legitimate businesses to cause trouble. If you actually arrest them, you can't lock them up for more than a few days, which just makes them more unruly.

However, while many called to inquire, when it came time to actually pay, they all said they had to wait.

The reason is simple: to put it nicely, Wild Dog Cheng Yu was formerly known as a street fighter; to put it bluntly, he is a vagrant with no proper social standing. If he hadn't known a couple of people to get the patent filed first, people wouldn't have even bothered asking; they would have just kept the business for themselves.

In the end, it was the Slaanesh Nun who contacted her old superior in Warp. This old superior used his reputation to guarantee this group of homeless wretches, which finally secured the first round of funding.

However, since they were the investors, they naturally had requirements. First, the internet cafe could only be called "Slaanesh Internet Cafe"; Wild Dog Cheng Yu had no naming rights. Second, regardless of the content on the internet cafe's computers later—whether games or novels—no content unfavorable to Lord Slaanesh was allowed. Even if such content existed outside, once it entered the computers in this internet cafe, it had to be altered before it could be accessed.

As for the profits, that was easy to negotiate. The first store would not charge a profit share, the second would start at 5%, the third at 10%, and so on. In other words, the more branch stores opened later on, the more Wild Dog Cheng Yu would be working for free for the Slaanesh Court.

To be honest, these terms were a bit predatory, but no matter how predatory they were, Wild Dog Cheng Yu had to accept them. He had even borrowed the money to distribute the flyers from his underlings. If he couldn't get money, his world-weary image of "not having been a boss for many years" would be completely ruined.

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Main Body was not idle either. Some time ago, he ordered Grand Scholar Cassius to compile the "Eight Books," and it had already begun to show results. At least the catalog was finished, and through the catalog, one could retrieve the corresponding original book manuscripts.

The Emperor wanted to focus on finding records about Slaanesh, or rather, Slaanesh herself. Of course, he didn't expect to find very accurate records all at once; a general idea would suffice.

As it turned out, searching through the Eldar classics, there was absolutely no mention of this deity. Come to think of it, how could an Evil God who corrupts you just by thinking about her be written down on paper?

Main Body was not discouraged and went to search through some classics of the Corpse Emperor Empire. These books had been seized from a noble's private residence during the last conquest of the Paradise World. Because the covers were made of rare crocodile skin, they had been presented to the Imperial Palace as luxury items by the vanguard battle group.

This old noble of the Corpse Emperor Empire was hardly loyal or honest toward his Corpse Emperor. His library contained not only a large number of evil works involving Warp and psychic powers, but also quite a bit of the empire's secret history, such as the Roman she-wolf and so on.

Main Body found the first book, which contained a record about Slaanesh: "Slaanesh is an Evil God of Warp." That was it—a single sentence, and that was all, full of the aloofness of "don't ask about matters of Warp."

The second book was much more detailed. It wrote: "Due to the Eldar's arrogance, corruption, depravity, and evil indulgence, the birth of Slaanesh was caused. After Slaanesh was born, she further reinforced this tendency of the Eldar toward corruption and self-destruction; it was like they were bickering with each other. Ordinary humans need not worry too much about Slaanesh's corruption; she is quite picky and generally looks down on gluttons and lechers. One needs a very special aura of depravity to attract her attention."

Main Body asked himself: he didn't consider himself a glutton, and his lecherousness didn't exceed that of an ordinary person. Apart from slacking off to relax while working, and feeling melancholic about work while slacking off, he didn't seem to have any particular artistic temperament.

Continuing to consult the classics, another book recorded: "The aesthetics of the Eldar differ greatly from those of humans, leading to Slaanesh's aesthetics also being beyond human comprehension. To give a simple example: if you were to magnify a fly countless times, humans would not marvel at the neat arrangement of the fly's compound eyes or the miraculous craftsmanship of nature; they would only instinctively feel creeped out."

"However, Slaanesh and her Greater Daemons would find the fly's compound eyes beautiful, even trembling with excitement... if the fly became as big as a human."

Main Body was thoughtful. Indeed, reading is a good thing. Look, things that were originally difficult to understand became much easier to grasp after being explained this way... At the end of the book was a note from the old noble: "The author of this book has been corrupted; his words are not to be trusted."