My Life as A Death Guard (Warhammer 30K Male MC)

The Endurance, Medical Room.

Now.

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Vorx sat quietly in his seat, watching as the Apothecary, Leo, applied medicine to his wounds.

He moved his body, raising his hand or turning as needed, helping Leo treat him with ease—Vorx seemed quite accustomed to this routine.

Compared to the quiet and somewhat weak Vorx, the person beside him, Hades, appeared full of energy, his eyes shining brightly.

Sensing Hades' gaze, Vorx gave him an apologetic smile and softly spoke in Barbarusian,

"Greetings, Senior Hades. I'm Vorx, a Death Guard from the southern part of Barbarus. You might not know me."

"No, no, no! You're Vorx, the rising star from the South. I've heard Mortarion praise you!"

Vorx's eyes lit up for a moment upon hearing Hades' words, but soon his expression returned to a state of quiet despondency.

Compared to the newly-arrived Hades, who was just starting his training, Vorx had already undergone several months of grueling, intense training. The initial excitement and enthusiasm he once had when joining the legion had long been worn down.

All that remained was a silent endurance through hardship, gritting his teeth and holding on.

Vorx gave a bitter smile,

"Senior, are you new to the Seventh Company? I haven't seen you around before."

"Ah, don't be so formal! We're comrades in the same legion now. Just call me Hades."

"But yes, I only arrived a few days ago. I had some injuries before, so I rested a bit longer."

The Apothecary Leo stood up and signaled to Vorx that his treatment was complete.

"Thank you," Vorx nodded to the Apothecary.

Hades raised an eyebrow,

"Vorx, what did you just say?"

"It means 'thank you' in High Gothic."

"I see!"

Hades turned to the Apothecary and mimicked Vorx's words, thanking him.

Leo didn't seem to react much, just nodded and went on to clean up his tools, leaving the two Barbarus men some space to talk.

"Vorx, are we the only new recruits in the Seventh Company? Or is it just that I didn't see anyone else on my first day?"

"As far as I know, the Seventh Company only applied for two recruit slots this time."

"Why's that?"

Vorx couldn't help but feel like laughing bitterly again. How could he explain that he didn't know either?

Despite Mortarion finding his kin and Barbarus receiving the Empire's assistance, allowing the Death Guard rebels to join the legion, why did things go so badly for him?

He looked at Hades across from him. 

No, it wasn't just him who was unlucky.

After undergoing the implantation surgeries, Vorx had been assigned to the Seventh Company. 

At first, he was confused as to why he seemed to be the only one heading toward the company's barracks.

When he finally arrived, it turned out that he was, indeed, the only new recruit!

Vorx initially wondered if there had been some kind of mistake, but the moment he was met by Branka, who gave him a knowing look, he realized that no, he hadn't been assigned wrong—it was just him, and there was no use questioning it.

He started to wonder if he had offended someone and was being punished by being sent to the Seventh Company alone.

In fact, Vorx had indeed made enemies back on Barbarus.

As a newcomer who rose from an unknown village in the South, Vorx survived and excelled in several of the South's most brutal meat grinder battles, earning a lot of merit and recognition.

But this also angered the leader of the southern Death Guard—Calas Typhon, who felt that Vorx's growing fame overshadowed his own.

Typhon believed that the victories in those battles were due to his strategic planning, not because of any "brave individual warrior."

Vorx knew he had done nothing wrong, but he also recognized that Typhon's grudge was irrational, so he kept a low profile, trying to avoid further conflict.

Could it be Typhon's doing? After all, Typhon was in the First Company and had a close relationship with Mortarion. Could he have been behind this?

But eventually, Vorx dismissed this childish idea.

The legion that came from the Empire had its own strict and intricate system. How could a small planetary officer change the rules of such a vast organization?

In other words, the Seventh Company had specifically selected Vorx.

After getting to know the company more, Vorx realized that the Seventh Company was famous throughout the legion for its high combat prowess.

Unlike other companies, the Seventh Company's training methods for new recruits were much more direct and brutal.

While other companies were still teaching how to use firearms, maintain equipment, or practicing basic maneuvers, Branka, the one responsible for training the Seventh Company's recruits, threw Vorx directly into the training cages for live combat.

After a week of struggling, when he finally managed to defeat the training servitor, a tougher opponent would immediately appear to challenge him.

Branka even forbade Vorx from wearing his power armor helmet, meaning Vorx couldn't communicate with Branka since the helmet's translator was one-way only, unable to translate what others said.

Although all the new recruits from Barbarus were required to learn High Gothic, no strict orders had been enforced yet, so most of the recruits just relied on their helmet translators and got by.

However, some recruits with long-term ambitions to secure a place in the legion had already begun learning High Gothic on their own.

As for Vorx, he was forced into it—if he didn't learn, he'd keep suffering during training.

Once Vorx mastered some basic phrases, he tried to communicate with Branka, and it was clear Branka was pleased with his effort to learn High Gothic.

Now, Branka even gave Vorx pointers on combat strategy, telling him that once he could defeat the combat servitor in alpha-3, max-damage mode, he could move on to the next phase, which included firearm training.

In short, compared to his earlier self-doubt and despair, Vorx had now come to accept it all through the relentless daily sparring.

Perhaps the battles these warriors had experienced were just like this—there was no thrilling slaughter, only the grueling perseverance in the face of desperate odds.

Survive, and that would be victory.

Just like what Vorx had done before—survive, stand while the enemy falls, and claim victory.

Just survive.

Thinking of this and his own experiences, Vorx couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy for the newly-arrived Hades.

Perhaps Senior Hades was just beginning to fight the training servitors on medium difficulty.

Looking at the energetic Hades across from him, and remembering his earlier question of "Why?", Vorx thought for a moment before replying slowly,

"Maybe it's because we meet the new recruit standards for the Seventh Company."

"And very likely, we're the only ones who did."

In fact, thinking of it this way, being assigned to the same company as this man, known as the "Revenant of Barbarus," gave Vorx the feeling that he, too, had been recognized by this company.

Vorx had witnessed the aftermath of Hades single-handedly slaying a Xenos Overlord—it was a gruesome sight.

Across from him, Hades clearly grew more curious about their current company, eager to ask more questions.

Looking at the chatty Barbarusian, Vorx began to think: Senior Hades… He's nothing like the silent, stoic, and mature mysterious figure I imagined.

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