"So, after you go into that machine, you will become a Sorcerer once the procedure is completed?"
Esdeath asked me as we were standing in the middle of my laboratory in the Icecrown Citadel, a few weeks later, after the equipment for the advanced Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy was finished.
During the past weeks, not only was all the equipment needed for the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy for the successful integration of the Psyker Genes into my own genome completed, but we also managed to build a large part of the starship that I planned to use to leave the Fenran Rex IX behind.
"Yes... This machine will be able to perfectly integrate a Psyker Gene into the body of a non-Psyker and create a Psyker."
I said, a little product of my creation, because artificially creating Psykers was something that was considered impossible even during the Golden Age of Technology when the Solar Terran Federation stood at the peak of its power.
With that being explained, I entered the chamber that automatically closed after I entered, and Esdeath did as I instructed previously. Everything was already being put on the Artificial Intelligence, as the Partas Tribe didn't really have the fear of the thinking machines like the rest of humanity.
This was really wonderful, because I wouldn't really think that the Chaos Gods would be able to corrupt our A.I.s that were built in the Federation nd turned them against their creators.
Our greatest achievement was turned into the sharpest sword against humanity as the Men of Iron slaughtered the entire world.
Yet, it was also something akin to a tiny miracle, because the A.I.s were not alive. They were artificial constructs, and yet despite all of that, the Gods of Chaos managed to possess them because they were incredibly close to the real beings.
In a certain sense, they were real beings even though they lacked souls.
As per my instructions, Esdeath pushed a few buttons on the gholographic keyboards and inserted several objects into the machinery as I instructed.
The objects that she was inserting into the machinery were containers that contained special liquid, a solution that would help this body to accommodate the Psyker Gene better and go through the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy.
***
Esdeath POV
It has been more than twenty-four hours since Jeron, or rather by his true name Zeoticus, was in the weird machine that was making him a Sorcerer. I was never for the technology thingy, but if it could make Sorcerers through artificial means, then it would be good.
The Partas Tribe was only something akin to a Sorcerer. Due to the Bloodline of the Danger Beasts that we have in our veins, we could use the energies of the Warp on the subconscious level to strengthen our physical capabilities to an unnatural level.
But that was all.
We cannot consciously control the Warp Energies and bend reality to our whims like the Sorcerers of the Frozen Coven could do during their peak.
Or rather, during the time when they were still alive.
Yet, after the destruction of the Frozen Coven and then subsequently the last hope for the Northern Tribe Alliance was gone, it was only a matter of time until the Partas Tribe unified the entire Northern Area of the Feris Continent under our banner.
It was...
Boring.
The Southerners were weak.
Yes, they had their numbers and were outnumbering us ten to one, but in terms of their power, they were far, far weaker. Their strongest could measure only against the average warriors in our Tribe.
However, that was understandable because in the south, there was nobody like the Frozen Coven or the Partas Tribe. Only af few occasional Sorcerers or people who underwent genetic strengthening with the help of some STCs from an age long gone.
Hearing that Zeoticus wasn't interested in leaving this place made me curious.
I was a warrior, and there was no greater pleasure and more worthy goal than to grow stronger and more powerful..
And apparently, the rest of the Milky Way Galaxy was full of powerful people and opportunities to grow much stronger. That was the reason why I decided to leave the planet behind, to search for new opportunities to grow stronger.
It was a one-time opportunity, because I slowly realized that by staying on this planet, I had reached the limits of my current growth. Technically speaking, I could undergo the same Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy and become a Psyker, but there was a huge problem afterwards.
The Fenran Rex IX was without anyone stronger than me currently.
Aside from a few ancient Super Danger Beasts, there were no opponents to fight against and no worthy foes to challenge.
There was nobody.
It sounded rather boring to me, so I would rather go to a wider space.
Not to mention, it was hard to find a suitable mate to take care of some specific needs who meets all of my criteria.
Suddenly, I felt that the machinery performing genetic surgery and Gene Therapy on Zeoticus began emitting strange sounds, and Warp Energy started appearing in great quantities all around the laboratory.
***
1st POV
Next time, when I opened my eyes, it was in the tank filled with the blue liquid as my entire body was being pierced by hundreds of needles and several tubes, which were carrying the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy on this body.
The bad news was that the pain that I was feeling right now was tremendous, but fortunately, it wasn't anything that I couldn't really bear.
The good news was that the Genetic Surgery and Gene Therapy were successful, and this body has become officially a Psyker. The power that I obtained from becoming a Psyker was tremendous, because I could probably go toe to toe with peak Tier 9 entities back home with the amount of Warp Energy I can control.
Overall...
Being a Psyker was weird.
Like, really, really weird.