Warhammer 40K Mana Ecology

He became a fifteen-year-old hive orphan in the Warhammer 40,000 universe. Tin huts, expired ration cards, loan sharks - this is his entire legacy. In this desperate universe where good people don't live long and bad people die miserably, the empire turns a blind eye and chaos watches all living beings. Living itself is a kind of resistance. Then, the system came. It's not the kind that lets him blow up the planet with one punch, but the kind that lets him plant flowers - the Mana ecology of "Spirit Cage". A flower that eats people, a monster that grows from the spine. Survive the pursuit of the Iron Hook Gang, draw nutrients from the corpses in the abandoned corpse pit, and slowly grow from the darkness of the nest. He doesn't want to save the world. He just wanted to keep the few people around him who were waiting for him to climb out of the mine tunnel alive. But this is Warhammer 40K. The Chaos Cult left a soul mark on him, his name is on the monitoring list of the Ministry of Justice, and the file of the Inquisition reads "The Heretic of the Lower Nest". In the eyes of the empire, the difference between him and the Chaos Cultists is not that big. Plant flowers, raise insects, dig mines, forge iron hook gangs, resist chaos, and survive in the cracks of the empire. He can't sing, but singing out of tune can silence the Whispering Chaos. He can't save everyone, but he can save a few. Those few are his next nest. This is not a heroic story. This is an ordinary person who no longer wants to live alone. In the darkest universe, he plants a flower that can eat people, and then watches it bloom all over the stars. "System, what is my probability of survival?" "3.7%." "In my previous life, my pass rate for submitting resumes was less than 1%. 3.7% Is considered high."