Blank blue eyes stared at the village outside unmoving. 235. That was the number of times Alenes had died after the first night before completing the very first task. The number of children she had killed throughout those deaths could only be higher.

It had been less than a month since she came to this world, and already she would have been one of the most heinous mass murderers her old life had ever seen. Yet, from a statistical perspective, if comparing this galaxy to her old world, all she had done was kill the equivalent of killing a few cells in a human. There were hundreds of quadrillions, if not quintillions of humans. Compared to 6 billion? It was far, far too many. 'Yet, does that make it any better?' The answer was of course, no. 'I wish I could delude myself into saying they are all just fake...' Of course, she could try, and fail. To be fair, they most certainly were fake in one way or another. But this was Warhammer. A world in which the grace of the God Emperor of Mankind, a man who would burn entire solar systems, had already turned his fractured gaze onto her - for at least a moment, and where she had a system and an ethereal enigmatic guide connected to it. 'Just because they're programmed fakes... doesn't mean they also aren't real. It doesn't mean that the system didn't pluck out souls from the warp, twisting them for my own training.'

She had gone into this, knowing she would have to kill. But, there was a difference. Could she have handled one or two? Probably, she wasn't the most morale of people in the first place. But hundreds in less than a month... 'It's insanity, and it'll only get worse, won't it? What if in one of these dreams, my goal is to eradicate a planet? How many planets worth of people will I have to kill then, before I complete it without dying?' It sent a shudder down her spine, but - there was nothing she could do. 'I won't die, not again, not in this world. The only time I'll die is when I'm so strong that no one can touch my soul. I won't be corrupted, I won't be changed by others.' Blank blue eyes hardened. 'I'll do whatever I have to do to survive. System, show me my status sheet - bar quests.'

Title: - Name: Alenes Age: 8 Race: Human Position: Bumkin / ???

Physical: 0.1/0.5 Movement: 0.3/0.6 Reflex: 0.5/1 Willpower: 0.9/1 Psyker: 9.75 (Theta) Status Points: 1

Discipline: Trainee Meditation: Adept Anger Inducement: Adept Prayer: Trainee Hand to Hand: Trainee Mental Shield: Trainee Swordsmanship: Trainee Combat Instinct: Trainee

Warp Manipulation 9.75: Trainee (S) Witch-Sight: Trainee (S) Energy Projection: Trainee (S) Emotion Reading: Novice Warp Resistance: Novice

Alenes looked through each of the individual sheets, taking in the overall improvements before her gaze finally locked onto Willpower. 'So much killing, so much death... Yet it hasn't gone up. Does that mean my theories are correct in that '1' represents the limit of Humanity, and that's why it's so hard to get? But if that's the case, why aren't my Physical and Movement capped out at 1? Of course, there's three possible options, but it's definitely strange. The first possibility is that I'm limited by age - but you'd think Reflex and Willpower would be limited as well then. The second possibility is gender - which makes some sense, but why would this system make sense? The third possibility - is simple. You can't reach 1.0 Physical or Movement without advanced technology, but then why is it possible for Reflex to hit 1.0? So, it comes back to age or gender, but if the system is already going to modify me past 1.0 - and my height growth from 0.0 to 0.1 was noticeable, why would it matter here too?' It was a confounding problem, and one she had thought about quite a bit on in the past few days - after all, it was better to think about that, than other things. 'I hope I get that willpower increase soon, or else I might have to use that status point - and I've been wanting to save that to try to get 1.1 Willpower, not 1.0...'

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Pushing past the new reasons she desperately wanted her willpower to increase, Alenes let out a long breath before she got ready for the day - distantly noting that her Cousin had already left. 'Another day of boredom, doing my best to hide training, and hiding from every single person from the Lord Knights house.' Indeed, ever since that day she met the Lord Knight, his people had been suspiciously popping up. Whether that was due to Daemons whispering in their ears to watch her, he somehow noticed her unusual Physique, or considering who he was suspected of worshipping, somehow sensed an enhanced immune system - well, she had the occasional watcher. 'I've seen that butler, a few maids, two separate guards, and even the man's "son".'

Of course, the most concerning was the son, considering his Observe box was fucked.

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So, realistically speaking - she was pretty screwed if they decided to kidnap her. 'Each Knight that is allowed too retire to lord over lands was a member of the Baron's personal retinue from what the old hag said. Supposedly the Lord Knight served him during the Unification War, which is what eventually allowed East Thanor to unify West, North, and South Thanor into what is now known as the Kingdom of Holy Mongor, and this was only a couple of years before my birth. If a professional soldier so good he was given lands and nobility is weaker than his own son whose humanity is questionable, then it's clear what's happening....'

A shudder ran down Alenes spine as she stepped out of her room. 'The best case scenario is that he's possessed by a Daemon. The worst case....' A hint of fear glinted in her eyes before she pushed it down. 'The worst case is that the Knight's son is a gene stealer. If that's the case, there's nothing I can do. Luckily, considering my head didn't pop any time I've used my psychic powers accidentally, the gene stealer theory is marginally more unlikely.' She was still fucked of course - but hey, at least she wasn't COMPLETELY fucked! Maybe her soul would even survive as whatever Daemon it was happily gurgled on her organs if it decided to kill her tomorrow. 'What a fucked-up starting scenario. I would have taken having to survive Space Marine training as a girl - which should by all accounts be impossible, then deal with this. But, I guess I gotta deal with what I got.' Luckily for Alenes ever-increasing tendency to monologue, no one was currently in the house - the old hag was probably out talking with the other old hags, and her cousin was off on guard duty. 'Alright, enough moping about! Happy, clear thoughts. Eat some food, do some training, and then off to chores!'

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Her training had not changed much, at least not yet. After all, she had only gotten through the murder part of her Adamus Clave training, and so there wasn't much she had learned. There was just one small change. 'Fear me, the master of the Bladebroom.' The broom that was slightly too large for her was wielded in two hands - both when cleaning, and when practicing. Luckily, convincing the old hag that it was better for her to dust and clean the house was particularly easy, a bit of lip service about needing the practice, and bam! She got the house practically to herself. But, to be perfectly honest - it was pretty poor training for swordwork, and Alenes did it more to amuse herself than anything else. 'Well, everything should change soon. I hope that I'll start truly training at night, and hopefully, with that, my Physical and Movement stat can start increasing at a good pace, and maybe my Willpower will finally cap out. It's been horrible not putting that last stat point into it, but who knows when I'll get the next one, and I wanna see if I can break the cap with it!'

With that thought, she finished one last sweep of her 'sword' before doing a quick washup, getting ready to face the outside world for the day. 'Just another day... every day is just another, where I slowly grow stronger, and stronger until I won't have to fear this minor cult.' A predatory gleam appeared in her eyes for a brief moment, before they turned blank once more. 'If I'm lucky, they'll even give me the full five years.' Closing the house door behind her, a chuckle escaped from her lips. 'Unlikely. But they'd be truly fucked if they did with how fast I've been growing. At minimum all of my stats should be maxed out by that point, surely. At least my Reflex and Willpower should be.' She was still unsure of how growth worked closer to the caps, besides the fact that it took longer to raise each stat the higher it was, and individual stats seemed to have different difficulties, but that didn't matter. Who cared how hard it would be? 'After all, something so simple can't be harder than slaughtering hundreds...'