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

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"He's very ill," Mortalian said, looking at Karas, who stood before him with his head bowed, remaining silent.

"My lord... how much longer... how much longer?"

Approximately two weeks.

Motarian said, "This is her limit. She has several pre-existing conditions; it's a miracle she's lasted this long."

"She can't let me go..."

Callas pressed his arms tightly against his eyes.

Mortarian remained silent, giving the boy some time to process it.

A few minutes later, Karas's erratic breathing calmed down again; he was breathing rapidly.

"Thank you, sir."

Mortarian stared at Karas. "You should thank Hades more; he taught me all of this."

He still couldn't get used to the atmosphere, because Hades had directly wiped out Barbarus, and Mortarian hadn't seen many dramatic deaths.

I'll go check on your mother again and give her some... pain medication.

Karas nodded and made way for Mortalian, who bent over as he entered the house and saw the weathered woman.

Karas did not go inside. A moment later, Mortarian heard low sobbing outside.

The Primarch crouched down and took out a syringe—a special one Hades had made after improving glassmaking techniques; he skillfully prepared the potion.

"My lord," the woman on the bed, who was practically dead, suddenly spoke, startling the original host.

“Sir, thank you,” tears slid down her cheeks, “You are a kind person, we have nothing to repay you with.”

"I don't need it," Mortarian said. "This is... my own choice."

“My lady,” the woman said, “I only have one child, Karas. Although he is a bit mischievous, he is very strong and has suffered a lot with me these past few years without complaint—if you don’t mind, you can take him as your slave, and beat him however you like… as long as…”

Mortarian felt his breathing become unsteady, and his hand holding the syringe trembled slightly; he had never experienced anything like this before.

Perhaps Hades would be more at ease, Mortalian thought palely, he didn't seem to be able to lighten the mood here—but Hades could do it with ease.

He suddenly understood why Hades said he still lacked experience.

"There will be no oppression," Mortalian said as calmly as possible. "As long as Karas Typhon doesn't break the law or harm anyone, he will be like everyone else. Everyone is the master of their own destiny; there will be no oppression."

He repeated what he had used to tell other villagers.

These words seemed to possess a powerful magic; the woman lying on the bed gasped for breath for a moment, and then, with a gasp, she weakly uttered a sentence.

"Thank you."

"It's nothing," Mortalian said dryly.

A slight smile appeared on the woman's lips.

"...My lord, if only you had come seventeen years earlier..."

Seventeen years… Mortarian thought, Karas looked to be about fifteen years old.

Seventeen years ago, around the time the woman was captured by the alien lord.

Seventeen years ago... that was also the time when he was captured by Nacre.

Mortarian didn't know how to persuade her. He quietly prepared the medicine. After the woman said those words, she fell silent. Mortarian injected her and then silently left the hut.

Upon seeing Mortarian emerge, Karas, who was outside, quickly went inside.

Mortarion remained silent, his Primarch staring into the distance. In the mist-shrouded distance, he could vaguely see the mountain that Hades had mentioned he was going to clear. He squinted for a while but did not spot Hades.

I bet that guy went off somewhere to slack off again.

Yes… Mortalian thought absently… Why couldn’t Hades have come sooner?

However, if he doesn't come, will Mortarian himself try to change the world?

Mortarian felt the answer was yes.

Even without Hades, Mortarion swore he would have done it anyway.

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After exchanging a few brief words with Karas, Mortarian did not linger and returned directly to the safe haven.

Motalian had a premonition that Karas would come to him after his mother's death.

During the day, the way Karas looked at Morag left a deep impression on the Primarch; Karas did not appear to be an unknown figure.

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Four days later, Hades returned, sauntering back with a hoe in his hand.

"Motalian! You stole my jerky?!"

"No," said Motalian, calmly and diligently reviewing documents. "A mother of one of the children was seriously ill, and I sent them three strips of dried meat."

His eyes widened as he stared at Hades, who then rushed over, laughing as he patted Mortalian on the shoulder, and casually peeked over to see what documents Mortalian was reviewing.

"Well done! Why didn't you give them more?"

That's enough.

Hades sighed loudly, exasperated, "This is humanitarian concern. Besides, is this even a problem? If you give them a little more, they can at least hold on for a while longer."

[Okay, I'll give you four next time.]

Hades stared at Mortarian, raising an eyebrow.

"...Hiss...I guess I really didn't teach you much about the wickedness of human nature...or maybe Barbarus was just too naive..."

That day, Mortarian was forced to listen to a lot of Hades's intrigues with some kind of red-robed robot—he couldn't understand them, he didn't comprehend them—Hades had another episode.

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The next day, Callas Typhon arrived at the safe haven.

This time, the guards didn't give him any trouble and let him pass, although people still avoided him.

Without any attempt to conceal himself, Callas went straight to the tallest building in the harbor.

Mortalian was reviewing documents when Hades was giving him math problems, seemingly enjoying using analogies like counting ducks to teach Mortalian the collapse equations of black holes.

Karas walked in and stood straight in front of Mortarian.

Mortalian glanced at Hades' reaction out of the corner of his eye, and to the Primarch's surprise, Hades seemed somewhat shocked.

“My lord,” Karas said without flinching as he stood before the two giants, “I wish to serve under you—I have alien blood, and you can keep an eye on me, but that also means I have powers that others do not possess.”

Karas stared intently at Mortarian, and the boy swallowed hard.

“This is similar to the power of the aliens—but I swear it’s different from theirs, and I hope this power will be used for you.”

With that, Karas raised his hand, and a dazzling arc of electricity lit up his hand.

Psychic!

Aside from the Alien Lord and Hades, this was the first time Mortalian had ever seen a human who could use psionic powers—was it because half of Karas's blood was alien?

Hades didn't react much; he was in a state of mind that was quite appreciative of seeing two monkeys start a fire for the first time.

Hades' gaze shifted to Karas Typhon. How come he hadn't thought it was Karas? But this reminded him... He had lived for so long that he had almost forgotten the people on Barbarus.

Hades crossed his arms; he wasn't going to get involved. He was good enough to go into the Warp and beat up Nurgle; he'd keep an eye on Karas, he wasn't going to go astray.

He watched Mortalian and Karas put on an act for a while, and then Karas left. Well, the Primarch had handled things properly.

For some reason, Hades suddenly felt a sense of relief: "Teacher, my Mortalian has learned to make friends."

How is Hades?

Hades blinked. "Huh? What's wrong with that?"

"What?"

Hades said,

Is it okay to handle a human with alien-human hybrid traits like this?

Hades laughed twice.

"You'll see even more outrageous humans than Karas in the future. Don't worry, it's okay. I'll go check on him later."

Mortarian frowned, as if unsure of his actions.

Are you sure there are no problems?

Hades' gaze shifted to the doorway, the direction Karas had gone. Hey, was Karas, who always had a stern face, really this shy when he was little?

"You must have a solution to any problems, right?"

Hades spoke casually, and his memories gradually surfaced of the people from back then… They were all still children… Little Vox… It’s a pity Garo isn’t here…

Mortarian fell silent.

In fact, he had no solution.

I'll update the extra chapter first; I need to prepare for 40k words... Just writing about what happened in the last ten thousand years is enough to give me a headache...

I was originally planning to take a break from updating, but I'll still update some side stories.

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Happy New Year! May the Dragon bring you great fortune!

Thank you to artist Rstar!!!

Chapter 540 Extra: Sorry, but this is my second playthrough (5)

Karas Typhon always felt that something was wrong.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

The hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

What? You don't know how?

Motalian, who was standing next to Karas in a daze, noticed that Karas was not in a good mood, so he looked down to check Karas's document review progress.

"Ah! No... there's no problem. The refugees from the southern mountains have already been settled in designated areas."

Mortalian casually picked up the document Typhon had reviewed and glanced through it.

【it is good. 】

Karas swallowed hard; he felt it necessary to voice his doubts.

"But...can I review these?"

Mortarion frowned; the Primarch faintly heard Hades's loud laughter coming from the city gates.

"Why not?" Mortarian said casually. "Of all these people, only you have this talent. Kefa is qualified too—but he doesn't have your keen eye for people."

“Well…” Karas said slowly, “I thought I would be doing some… worse work.”

Shouldn't he start with manual labor?

Motalian almost rolled his eyes.

This job is already the worst one available.

The Primarch had no intention of expending his endless life force any longer. Mortarion patted Karas on the shoulder, signaling him to keep up the good work.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me, or Hades-Kefa will also help; he's not an unreasonable person.

With that, Mortarian picked up his scythe and went straight out the door.

Callas was left with no will to live.

He had a bad feeling about it—they believed he was moving too fast—and although he trusted Mortarion completely, it was still too fast!

Within two months, Karas had already begun approving documents for the entire city's construction!

Karas Typhon is beyond criticism; Mortarion practically placed him in this position based on personal preference—and he himself is a half-blood—and upon closer examination, Karas harbors hatred and prejudice against many in the city.

But Motalian merely glanced at him, said it was nothing, and brought him his dinner for working overtime.