Oh God, This Is Basically Me!

Lycaeus.

This is a desolate satellite orbiting a planet called Kiavahr.

After the Kiavahr discovered that this moon contained the rich mineral deposits they had always dreamed of, Lycaeus was transformed into a mining planet where the blood and sweat of slaves were poured out.

The planet is devoid of anything but mines, and doesn't even have an atmosphere.

Or, in the eyes of the rulers, this planet, which only had mining slaves to live on, did not need much time to build an atmospheric shell for it.

At the same time, the rough surface, which even the atmosphere could not form, could also become a natural cage to trap slaves.

Under the coercion of the Kiavahr Planetary Imperium, countless slave laborers toiled day and night under the guns of armed guards to continuously supply mineral raw materials to the giant factories on the main planet Kiavahr.

Everything was so dark and hopeless.

Until a child I'd never met before appeared in this mine.

The young female worker, Averinia, stopped the drill tractor she was on, looking at the child who had appeared before her with a puzzled expression.

Where did he come from?

In the Lycaeus mines, there were only hardworking, laborious miners.

A child with such an unusual appearance should not be in this mining area.

Averinia didn't know where the other person came from, but she couldn't just run the drill tractor over the child.

She stopped the car, walked up to the child, and wiped the dust off his body with her equally dusty hands.

His hair and eyes were jet black, while his skin was absolutely pale and bloodless.

Judging from the rock debris on this guy's body, it looks like he crawled out from underground.

"Nineteen."

"I am Number Nineteen."

That's what the boy said.

"You beast, who gave you permission to stop the car?!"

Just as Averinia was about to ask about the child's origins, a violent and ferocious shout came from behind them.

With Averinia's pained scream, the enforcer grabbed her blonde hair and dragged her to the ground. His electrified Whips struck her mercilessly, crackling loudly.

The boy took action.

His little mouth pursed, and he reached out his little hand toward the law enforcement officer who was slapping the screaming Averinia.

Click.

—Then they twisted the head off the law enforcement officer.

The ruler of Kiavahr intended to punish the murderer with the most cruel and vicious methods to deter others from committing the crime.

Let the workers see what happens to those who dare to resist law enforcement.

But it seems they have encountered another insurmountable problem.

The murderer cannot be found.

Even the surveillance footage showed no trace of the incident—just as law enforcement officers were whipping the female worker who had inexplicably stopped the drill tractor, her neck was suddenly snapped, and her head fell to the ground.

Blood was everywhere.

There were no warning signs whatsoever.

Even if they wanted to punish the workers, they could only let it go in the face of this bizarre situation.

However, what the rulers didn't know was that the child who had broken the enforcer's neck had already been protected by the workers.

It seems that in addition to his unusual appearance, this child also has a special ability—to make himself undetectable by anyone, and even invisible to surveillance cameras.

That's amazing!

The workers were discussing this extensively.

Such a strange birth, such powerful innate strength!

The workers believed that the child was a savior sent by God to liberate them from endless labor!

The workers on this mining planet, who had endured so much hardship, gave him a new name: Corvus Corax.

In the local language, it means "savior".

Under the joint care of many workers, Corvus Corax quickly grew into adulthood.

This "very quickly" is not a figure of speech, because he really did grow very quickly.

However, after working in the mine for about three years, his physique was no different from that of an adult man.

To be precise, he was even taller and more robust—if law enforcement officers weren't usually unable to spot him, the mere sight of such a three-meter-tall giant walking around the factory would be enough to terrify them into fleeing in panic.

Corvus Corax walked through the factory area of several mine pits.

Here, the machines roar and the noise is deafening.

The enormous machines, invisible to the naked eye, continue to operate, reprocessing the planet's organic waste into food for the slave workers.

The filthy sewage waterfall, emitting a strong stench, gurgled as it passed through layers of filter scoops. Below, a machine scraped a thick layer of algae and scum from the surface of the floating pool, then guided it into the open chute of the pasteurizer.

Everywhere you look, there are laborers with blank stares and covered in dust.

There was nothing they could do but numbly continue their work. Without any protective equipment, they could only breathe the unfiltered air and let the filth and mud splatter onto their skin.

It's time to change all of this.

As the law enforcement officers were still swaggering around with their batons in hand, as usual, Corvus Corax's blade moved.

After much preparation, Corvus Corax led a rebellion of the planet's suffering laborers.

The uprising proceeded very smoothly under Corvus Corax's meticulous planning.

First, Corvus Corax's decapitation operation was extremely successful.

Before the rulers appointed by Kiavahr could react to the workers' rebellion, he was stabbed in the throat by Corvus Corax was lurking in the shadows.

As for the other workers' uprising armaments, they came from modifying mining equipment by themselves—also the work of Corvus Corax.

He possessed a vast knowledge of mining and machinery, and even knowledge related to lethal weapons.

Using the organizational structure and operational experience that automatically appeared in his mind, he quickly integrated the workers who had given up hope of even surviving into a force that could not be ignored.

Then, with the help of his assassination skills, the workers' armed forces quickly defeated the leaderless law enforcers and seized control of the entire mining planet Lycaeus using the modified mining machinery.

"Corvus Corax, we won."

Before the bonfire party held by the workers who had gathered after the war ended, a young girl stood before him.

That's Averinia, Corvus Corax's sister.

Besides this older sister, Corvus Corax has dozens of other older sisters and dozens of older brothers.

He was raised by the workers, and he always remembered that.

"Yes, Averinia."

"We won."

"But another battle awaits us."

Taking over the planet does not mean they have achieved complete victory.

Lycaeus is merely a mineral satellite orbiting a planet.

On Kiavahr, a large number of government troops are preparing to march to Lycaeus to quell the rebellion.

"There are even tougher battles to come, so please be prepared to face a new wave of enemies."

Although it was rather comical for a giant nearly four meters tall to call them "brother" and "sister," Corvus Corax still stuck to the way he addressed the workers when he was a child.

These workers scrimped and saved to raise him.

Corvus Corax always remembered that.

However, in the vision of gray blindness he had just experienced, he seemed to see something else besides the future counterattack of the Kiavahr.

He saw the demigod walking towards him.

They were both giants.

One was tall and thin, while the other was short and stocky.

But they were all unhappy.

The two divine beings arrived at Lycaeus while bickering.

"What are all these things?"

Corvus Corax had a bad feeling.

The Pride of the Emperor

"You immediately ask the other party to perform a Psychic Power prophecy for you."

"Brother, maybe you're the one who's hopelessly trapped in Psychic Power prophecy, aren't you?"

Neither of these two Primarch are easy to deal with.

Especially Perturabo.

But as you know, Mortarion also likes to contradict.

When facing Perturabo, his personality actually had a positive effect to some extent.

At this point, he unleashed his full potential for arguing and actually started speaking up for Kasgar.

Although he disliked everything about the Emperor's Children Legion: just breathing the air on the Pride of the Emperor made Mortarion feel as if he were being punched in the face with a perfume-scented fist.

It's too sweet.

The air in Barbarus is still the most comfortable to breathe.

Perhaps Mortarion thought in his heart that this was not the choice of a normal person, but unfortunately he had realized that he could not escape this dependence.

Take another sip.

"Brother, you know perfectly well that what I'm thinking about is not relying on prophecy, but how to use scientific methods to break this ridiculous reliance."

Perturabo persists.

"Kasgar, I want to hear your prophecy—since so many of my brothers and sisters favor you, let me see if you truly possess the talent."

"You want my prophecy, don't you?"

Kasgar forced a smile.

Perturabo also managed to ignite the usually mild-mannered Kasgar's temper.

This thing is infuriating!

If he could, Kasgar would want to rush up to him right now and beat him up in front of everyone.

When Kasgar was with Rogal Dorn, he thought that Perturabo's rebellion was inseparable from his stone-like personality.

But after spending time with Perturabo, he decided to retract his previous slander against Rogal Dorn.

I'm sorry, it was a misunderstanding.

It would be impossible for someone with Rogal Dorn's unwavering and resilient character to withstand a century of constant ridicule and sarcasm.

Maybe this guy is indeed like a rock at times, but no matter what, he's still a normal person. Uh, a normal rock.

There is no comparison between him and Perturabo.

"In that case, please allow me to recount everything we will see and hear on Lycaeus next."

"There, we will meet Primarch Number Nineteen, named Corvacs Corvus Corax. He looks very much like Konrad Curze, with black hair, black eyes, and pale skin. He has the ability to disappear from the enemy's sight."

"After landing in the atmosphere of Lycaeus, Corvus Corax was raised by the local miners, and with the Primarch's innate knowledge and combat abilities, he led these suffering workers in an uprising and overthrew the planet's rulers."

"The first person he met upon landing on the planet was named Averinia. She was the first person he saw on the planet and also an extremely important older sister. After liberating the planet, Corvus Corax decided to rename Lycaeus as the Salvation Star and the Nineteenth Legion as the Raven Guard."

The rapid words, like those of Orks shooting a boy, were fired at Perturabo in an instant.

You're going to make a prophecy, right?

Good!

I'll give you a prophecy!

From his life story to his experiences, his abilities, and his name, Kasgar revealed everything that should and shouldn't have been said!

"What did you say?"

But after listening to Kasgar speak, Perturabo appeared even more somber.

"Who is Averinia? In your prophecy, how does Corvus Corax view his sister?"

A strange thing is that Kasgar never thought that Perturabo's entry point would be Corvus Corax's sister.

What is this guy thinking?

"Averinia has always been supportive of the Primarch's actions, and she is someone Corvus Corax can confide in."

"As for Corvus Corax, I don't quite understand what you mean. Of course he loves his sister very much, does that really need any further explanation—"

Boom--

In that instant, filled with rage, Perturabo made his move.

Under his sudden heavy punch, even with the added strength of multiple forces, Kasgar still couldn't see his opponent's movements clearly and could only raise his arms horizontally in front of his chest to defend.

Fortunately, he wasn't alone.

Just as the opponent's punch was about to reach Kasgar's chest, a beautiful purple figure blocked his way.

With a deafening roar, although most of the impact was blocked by Fulgrim beside Kasgar, the remaining shockwave still left an ugly wound in the exquisite and magnificent conference room of Pride of the Emperor.

As for the paintings, sculptures, and decorations placed against the walls, they were all smashed to pieces by this punch, and most of the artworks that originally filled the entire cabin were instantly destroyed.

"Perturabo, what are you doing!?"

With a tone of both surprise and anger, Fulgrim shouted loudly.

Before Kasgar, Fulgrim held his Flameblade horizontally in front of him, looking on in shock at the Iron Lord who had suddenly attacked.

In fact, Fulgrim's temper wasn't among the best of the Primarch.

Given that this was the first formal meeting between the Emperor's Children Legion and the Iron Warriors, and considering they would be forming Combined Fleet to travel to Lycaeus in the future, she exercised considerable restraint in front of Perturabo.

But Perturabo's sudden attack on Kasgar is really going too far!

Can this old woman tolerate this?

A deep fury erupted in Fulgrim's purple eyes as she extended the Flameblade in her hand, its tip aimed directly at Perturabo's neck, protected by steel armor.

Seeing this, the Iron Circle Automated Mecha and Trident behind the Iron Lord also raised their weapons, and the atmosphere between the two sides immediately became tense.

"Alright, alright, please put down your weapons. This is not the time for us to fight each other."

Upon seeing this, Mortarion immediately stood up. He slowly walked in front of the two men and pressed their weapons downwards.

How did they start fighting without warning?

He was actually a little confused.

Although I'm often a bit mischievous and like to contradict others, it's not to the point of escalating to the point of inter-legal battles.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"What am I supposed to do? I'd like to ask what this Kasgar is up to!"

Perturabo's face turned red with anger, as if he had a bellyful of pent-up anger that he couldn't vent.

"You really think I can't understand your hidden meaning, kid? I already know who you're talking about!"

"You really think I can't understand sarcastic remarks?"

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What the heck?

Kasgar knew Perturabo was a bit of a goofball, but this time he was genuinely bewildered.

Even with his script-reading mindset, he couldn't understand why Perturabo suddenly went crazy—oh, right!

Elder sister!

Kasgar suddenly understood.

He had been talking about how Corvus Corax unified the planet through his own abilities, and how Corvus Corax's favorite person was his sister.

Oh my god, that's me!

You're talking about me, kid!

Perturabo was so agitated by what he heard that he started to exhale.

"The Iron Lord, I do not understand what you mean."

Kasgar said without changing his expression.

He was trying hard not to laugh.

"You little brat!!!"

Seeing that he still had that indifferent, smug attitude, Perturabo was naturally quite angry.

It's just asking him to make a prophecy, isn't it?

This kid not only didn't make any prophecies about the new Primarch, but he also used it to satirize his Perturabo growth trajectory.

Can't anyone else tell who you're talking about?

Of course, this wasn't what angered Perturabo the most.

What angered him the most was that he had actually slandered the Iron Lord!

He slandered Perturabo's sister, whom he loved and depended on the most!

That's absolutely impossible! Even though he had a slightly better relationship with the tyrant's daughter who raised him in Olympia, and often received help and support from her.

But these are all things she should do, and how could Perturabo, with a heart of steel, possibly have any feelings of dependence or reliance on a mortal?

This statement is simply too wicked!

That guy Kasgar actually used some kind of prophecy to make sarcastic remarks about him!

This made Perturabo very angry.

What?

You asked what if he really did prophesy that the new Primarch also has an older sister, and that the new Primarch likes this sister very much?

And there was no veiled criticism of Perturabo?

How could that be!

Based on Perturabo's extraordinary computing power and the experiences of all previous Primarch on their homeworld, it is extremely rare for Primarch to have a similar experience, let alone one that is almost exactly the same, given their superhuman strength, intelligence, and lifespan!

How could there be such a coincidence in this world!

But... the Raven King really does have an older sister!

Seeing that Perturabo was still in a red-hot state, Kasgar wanted to say something, but he suppressed his desire.

"I don't quite understand what you mean, the Iron Lord."

Kasgar deliberately said, "But I can assure you of the accuracy of my prediction."

"Never make a mistake."

"Never make a mistake?"

Perturabo grunted in his throat. "Then I'd like to see if your so-called prophecy is truly as accurate as you say!"

This guy is talking complete nonsense!

What prophecy?

During that short period of time, Perturabo did not see even a trace of condensed Psychic Power frost, nor did the temperature coefficient in the analytical instruments change at all.

This kid didn't activate any Psychic Power Prophecy at all; he just made it all up on the spot!

It's just that this time it happened to be Perturabo who was implicated!

"If anything goes wrong, I leave it entirely to the Iron Lord to decide."

Kasgar continued, neither humble nor arrogant.

"No need, brother." Mortarion leaned closer to Perturabo with a sigh.

After some time of reflection, he gradually understood why Perturabo had suddenly attacked people.

Sigh, his brother really is overly self-conscious.

Kasgar was saying was clearly referring to himself and Typhon (Perturabo's name at this time)!

Although there is a slight difference in gender, Typhon was the first person Mortarion met on Barbarus. The two hit it off immediately, completed the uprising on Barbarus together, and had the best relationship!

(But the gender was indeed incorrect.)

The prophecy about Kasgar must be referring to Mortarion!

This Perturabo is really overly self-conscious.

Mortarion thought to himself with a self-satisfied air, "The pot calling the kettle black."

"Then so be it."

Perturabo retracted the gun barrel from under his protruding steel gauntlet, and the numerous Iron Circle Automated Mecha behind him lowered their weapons.

"If your so-called prophecies are false, I will put you on the fire and burn you, just as the Word Bearers did to religious believers."

"Don't even think about it!"

Before Kasgar could respond, Fulgrim's sword was almost about to strike Perturabo.

"This is a military matter, sister."

A hint of disdain flashed in Perturabo's eyes.

In his view, it was Fulgrim, driven by emotion, chose to believe Kasgar's slander, over and over again.

Blinded by love, she was unable to see through Kasgar's scheme.

—The negative consequences of failing to control one's own emotions.

Their weakness is laughable.

This also means that the Emperor's Children Legion cannot be commanded as easily as his own soldiers.

"As for your suggestion that the Sons of the Emperor should lead the next Primarch return affairs, I agree."

"But if anything that happens next is even slightly different from what this Kasgar said, I will report your superstition and blind faith to the Terra War Council."

"Don't go too far down the wrong path, sister. This is my last piece of advice to you."

"Warsmith, follow me back."

With that, Perturabo stood up irritably and walked toward the door.

At that moment, he looked at the destruction he had caused to the entire cabin with his furious punch.

The once magnificent and beautiful wall is now covered with fragments and dust.

Many plaster fragments are scattered on the ground, telling the story of what a magnificent work of art it once was.

But now all that's left is a pile of mud.

"I'll pay for these. I'll send something better to make up for it soon."

Perturabo is gone.

He left with his pile of Iron Circle Automata.

"Goodbye and don't bother coming back."

Fulgrim showed no intention of seeing her off.

After the initial shock she received, her impression of Perturabo was extremely negative.

"Perturabo really shouldn't have done that."

"But to some extent, he is also concerned about you and afraid that you will be misled by people with impure motives."

Seeing Perturabo leave, Mortarion smiled and tried to smooth things over.

Perhaps Mortarion the Fourteenth didn't have a great reputation among the Primarch, but in stark contrast to Perturabo...

He's simply Angel!

"If this is what he means by caring, I'd rather he didn't care about me at all."

"There's nothing we can do about it," Mortarion shrugged. "My brother's way of thinking is indeed a bit different from ours."

"The word 'different' is too understated."

Fulgrim sighed, "It's more like... eerie."

But Perturabo prepared gifts for all the Primarch, which shows that he still longed to get along well with them.

Even under these circumstances, he managed to become a second-most marginal figure (the first being the Khan who didn't want to get involved).

He actively sought to interact with people, which resulted in everyone disliking him.

Perturabo's interpersonal skills can only be described as pathetic.

"However, Perturabo's violent reaction just now seems to say a lot."

Kasgar analyzed.

"For someone like him, the thing he most rejects is often the thing he most desires."

Since he reacted quite strongly when he heard that his sister wasn't even his sister, but rather Corvus Corax's sister.

This shows that deep down, he really longs for his older sister's approval.

Hey!

Kasgar suddenly had a great idea.

That damn Perturabo, he likes to bite anyone he sees, doesn't he?

I'll make you pay!

"Lord Mortarion, would you be interested in participating in our [Special Operation]?"

Kasgar smiled and asked Mortarion the question.

If a single Primarch Army were to oppose another Primarch Army, it could very likely create discord between the armies.

But having accomplices makes all the difference!

"Oh?"

Mortarion was somewhat interested in this.

Although Kasgar is Wizard from Librarian, his prophecy just now did not use any Psychic Power at all!

What does this tell us?

This means that this kid is actually using a similar method of numerology or fortune telling!

Furthermore, considering his previously superior Prophecy compared to other Psyker, and the absolute accuracy of his prophecies, this precisely proves the correctness of Mortarion's idea!

Prophecy does not require Psychic Power!

Mortarion's favorability towards Kasgar skyrocketed.

What do you want to do?

"Great!"

Mortarion's eyes narrowed into slits as he laughed, shouting happily.

This guy has always had a bratty, mischievous personality.

He was summoned by the Emperor to fight his adoptive father one-on-one; he was summoned by Malcador to Nikaea to stir up hatred; and he was summoned by Horus to start Horus Heresy he found interesting, so he rebelled as well.

As for the special operation against Perturabo?

That sounds really interesting, count him in!

Not long after, the End.

As the flagship of the XIV Legion, Mortarion's personal vehicle remained as busy as ever.

"Garr, this Primarch Primarch's secret order to you."

Garr, the company commander of the Seventh Company, suddenly received an envelope written in the handwriting of the Primarch.

What's this?

"."

"What do you mean by 'bring Perturabo's sister to Olympia as quickly as possible'?"