Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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Karas Typhon is now in a state of both confusion and clarity. He is clear-headed because he needs to approve government affairs, and he has figured out the relationships and logistics of the entire city.

The confusing thing is that he still doesn't understand how he got to this position.

In the end, Karas could only console himself with the thought that perhaps Mortarian was indeed different from ordinary people when it came to interpersonal relationships.

Karas was silent for a moment, then decided that he would continue to help Mortalian filter out the villains.

Of course, even if Karas had a hundred thousand times the courage, he wouldn't dare to use his position for personal revenge now.

Because besides Mortarion, the other master of this human civilization was Hades.

Karas was somewhat afraid of Hades, because sometimes he felt that Hades was the mastermind behind it all.

The problem is that, apart from Hades' initial visit to him and his help to curb his easily rampaging psionic talents, Hades never interfered with anything else.

He does nothing.

Even Typhon, whom Mortalian praised for his keen eye for people, couldn't figure out what this old man was thinking all day.

Seeing that he often observed Hades, Mortarian once quietly pulled Karas aside and told him that Hades was ill.

Karas: Huh?

Mortalian explained to him very seriously that Hades sometimes talks nonsense, which the Primarch initially diagnosed as a mental illness. This included Hades's blank stares and avoidance of work and people, all of which could be explained by this.

Karas felt he was about to understand.

Therefore, everything makes sense.

No one is immune to the craving for power, not even Mortarian—but a psychopath can.

From then on, Karas looked at Hades with a more tolerant gaze.

Hades was puzzled for a while by Karas's change in attitude towards him. If Hades knew how the two apes viewed him, he would laugh for three days and three nights straight.

The assessment is that the ephemeral mushroom knows neither dawn nor dusk, and the cicada knows neither spring nor autumn.

Moreover, Hades is currently busy with other things.

Hades stood at the city gate, waiting for the sentries to issue permits to the children. He saw Mortarian approaching, smiled, and tossed the boy standing in front of him, who was pretending to be an adult with his arms crossed, into the air.

The child let out a scream in mid-air.

"Motalian! Look! I've found some children! They want to come home with me!"

The contempt on Mortarian's face was practically overflowing.

Hades caught Vox, laughed, patted him on the head, and then put the blank-minded Vox down.

Mortarian walked over, frowning as he stared at the children. The children were all startled by the Primarch's terrifying appearance; except for Vox, they all hid behind Hades.

"...You went to kidnap someone else's child?"

Mortarian hoped that Hades' condition would not worsen.

Otherwise, he would have to personally lead the children and apologize to their parents.

“They came with me voluntarily.”

Hades spoke righteously, protecting the children behind him.

“You scared them, Mortalian. You should watch your appearance—at least don’t look like you’ve been dead for three months, with lividity all over your body.”

“Look, this is Vox, Haznil, Losul… This is Herella, and her sister Lysa…”

Hades introduced them one by one, bringing together almost the entire Motalian crew from back then. Surprisingly, these kids were all willing to go with him—most of them were orphans.

Back in Barbarossa, he didn't have many close relationships with Barbarossa people due to his physical condition... except for Herrera's family, of course.

Hades patted Herrera's head; two small yellow flowers were tied on the little girl's pigtails.

Is it beautiful? Hades deliberately went up a high mountain and plucked it from the corpse of the alien lord, who had been dead for two years.

Lysa, on the other hand, had her hair braided.

Hades combed the hair of the two little girls, even though his hands were almost bigger than the children's—that's the mark of a master foundry! Never question the precision of a master foundry!

"The safe haven is currently lacking talent, and it is our inescapable duty to cultivate the next generation of talent."

Mortarian frowned, staring at Hades, then at the children crawling all over Hades.

Motalian suddenly realized... Hades went to him back then... simply because he was still a child at the time?

【……what ever.】

It's not a bad thing... but no matter what, he was the first one.

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[Ten years later]

"Hades! Time to eat!"

With a bang, Herrera kicked the door open, slammed a pot in her hand, and smashed it against Hades' desk.

Meanwhile, Hades was sprawled out in a chair, snoring on his back.

Herrera watched as the snot bubble on Hades' nose popped, and Hades straightened up, smiling sleepily at Herrera.

Herrera sighed almost imperceptibly. Those children from back then had all become trusted confidants of the Mortalians, and they naturally knew about Hades' illness.

Lately, for some reason, Hades has become increasingly tired, and everyone can clearly see it—even though all he does all day is eat and sleep!

Throughout their interactions with Hades, people never saw him look tired.

Motarian feared this might be a sign that his condition was worsening... or even worse...

Herrera was lost in thought. Her sister Lysa had been spending all her time in the lab with Lord Mortalian lately, trying to figure out what was wrong with Hades.

According to Lysa, Mortalian has been going crazy lately, which is making Herrera increasingly worried... Hades is an exceptionally good man; he can't...

Hades asked slowly as he scooped up some porridge.

Has the recently launched Reaper 3 satellite observed other civilizations?

Herrera shook her head. For some reason, Hades had been talking to himself with great conviction lately, saying that he was coming soon.

Hades also told Mortarion that the Primarch should pay attention to his personal appearance, at least to make the Primarch's lividity less noticeable.

Normally, these conversations would lead to a duel, but the Primarch was only concerned about Hades' worsening condition and therefore became more fixated on the laboratory.

"...Old Huang hasn't arrived yet."

Hades said weakly that the warp near Barbarus had been in chaos recently, and he guessed that the Emperor was preparing to come. In order to guide them, Hades jumped into the warp overnight and fought against the warp creatures who wanted to prevent human ships from passing through.

If Old Huang doesn't come soon, Hades will wipe out all the warp creatures in this area.

Hades pondered to himself that he should also tell Mortalian about his "phase hydrogen phase cancer" family so that the boy could get used to it—after all, not everyone can accept having a father who emits golden light and twenty brothers who, from their own perspective, seem like complete idiots.

Hades also wanted to make Mortalian pay attention to his personal image, at least not look like he had been dead for seven hundred years.

“Herrera,” Hades said suddenly, “take the money from me and get Mortalian a nice outfit—preferably gold…”

Hades' voice trailed off.

Hmm... the golden Mortarion...

Hades decided to stab himself in the eye.

“Never mind,” Hades said, “let’s stick with green and white.”

No, it still needs to be gold. As we all know, gold can increase a caveman's favorability. If all else fails... make some gold ornaments for Mortalian to hang on him, to make him shine as much as possible.

Anyway, emperors don't have much aesthetic sense; as long as it's big or gold, that's fine with them.

Hades suspected that if he were to paint Motari's body with gold paint from head to toe and then push him in front of Old Huang, the old man's smile would stretch all the way to his ears.

Hades was lost in his own thoughts, completely unaware that Herrera's gaze held a new sadness.

Hades... have you been feeling unwell lately?

"?"

Hades was startled, pulling himself away from the cringe-worthy image of the Golden Mortarion.

“Me? I’m perfectly fine,” Hades said. “It’s Mortarian, what’s he thinking about lately? I haven’t seen him leave the lab for a week, I wonder if he’s dead inside.”

Herrera shook her head. "Death has just been researching new drugs lately—but are you really alright, Hades?"

Hades blinked, thought about it for a moment, and felt that he was perfectly normal.

The people around him were normal; they were used to Hades's words. Although Hades sometimes felt he should explain further, seeing their knowing expressions, he became too lazy to explain.

Anyway, once the Lord of Humanity's fleet arrives, there's no point in saying anything; we'll just have to wait and see.

Mortalian was just as normal as in his previous life, awakening his penchant for poisoning people. Hades, not wanting to stifle the child's hobbies and interests, became the guinea pig and tested the poison himself.

Hades was also eager to know the limits of his resistance to toxins—and this would also increase his resistance to toxins.

He's not bragging, but Mortarian has never made a poison that would make him uncomfortable for even a second.

Except his tongue will be uncomfortable for a long time.

"No problem, I just haven't been sleeping well lately," Hades stood up. No, the Emperor was definitely coming soon. He could already feel that faint golden aura of arrogance—within a week, that man would definitely descend upon Barbarus.

Then everything will be there. Once it aligns with the Empire, Barbarus' trade value and technology will skyrocket, Hades thought to himself.

Hades couldn't take it anymore. Barbalus was too barren, even though they had now built their third large city—they were still eating the same old food! The soil and air were no good, so it was all for nothing to grow!

The scarcity of agricultural products further restricted industry and everyday entertainment.

Although the human empire is in chaos, at least it has everything it needs.

Then it will be time for him to make a big purchase, so that these impoverished Barbarosians can see the corruption of the capital market!

Hades smiled.

“Herrera…” Hades stared at Herrera thoughtfully, “How about I give you a crystal ball that reflects the field of view? It can even be customized with faces and names, and it can project three-dimensional content at night.”

Hades watched as Herrera's lips twitched repeatedly, but he finally couldn't hold back.

Herrera turned her face away and chuckled softly.

"I'm leaving now." Herrera left as if fleeing.

Hades was left with a puzzled look on his face.

Are the people of Barbarossa really that simple? So easily moved by a crystal ball?

Hades thought, then he might as well have the Foundry World commission a life-sized crystal ball.

Hmm... in my previous life... thinking about it carefully, both Barbaross and Death Guard were extremely simple and poor...

When Old Yellow finally arrived in Barbaros, Hades decided to squeeze some money out of him first, providing Mortalian with a complete laboratory—so he wouldn't have to use that broken instrument with single-digit accuracy anymore.

If Barbalus and its neighboring planets hadn't lacked the corresponding minerals and ultra-high-temperature environments, Hades would have modified Mortarion long ago. Instead, Hades is now watching Mortarion treat a piece of junk that even the servants of the Forging World wouldn't bother with as a treasure.

Everyone who saw it shook their head.

Then he went to extort money from Old Ma—that guy was very shrewd, but it was okay, Hades always managed to squeeze some out of him.

He planned to get Vox a good gun and maybe a nice diary, since the kid liked to write in his diary.

...Karas...Hades knows nothing about psionic stuff, we'll ask Makado later.

Give Karas a cool staff, and he can hit whatever he wants.

And there's Kefa, Laysa...

boom!

Hades looked up from the ceiling and gazed at Mortarian, who was panting heavily in the doorway.

"Oh, I was just saying I was going to come find you."

Hades said, looking at Mortarian sitting down in front of him with a troubled expression,

Hmm, it seems Mortarian also sensed that his father was coming soon.

Sometimes, the original body will have a spiritual reaction to the arrival of Old Huang.

"You felt it?"

Hades asked, and Mortarian nodded slowly and heavily.

The test tube in the Primarch's hand trembled slightly.

Hades is running out of time, Mortarian thought.