This is Fun, Warden!

It has been exactly two and a half years since Mordred returned to the Legion.

During these two and a half years, Atlas did not rush to show off like the legions of other Primarchs who had just returned; instead, he began a frenzy of infrastructure construction.

He worked so hard at laying concrete every day that he was practically foaming at the mouth.

Thanks to the special tax-exemption policy enjoyed by the Serene World, nearby Rogue Trader fleets were all attracted to the Serene World, ready to make a living under this Second Highness of the Imperium, with small-scale merchant groups being the most prominent.

For the Rogue Traders, the current Serene World was a Hot Commodity. While other Primarchs were busy fighting xenos on the front lines of the Great Crusade, Mordred, the homebody Primarch, seemed remarkably precious.

Mordred returned the favor in kind. Knowing exactly what these Rogue Traders wanted, he would issue a trade license every so often, personally handing it to them to give them plenty of face.

Whenever Mordred held a handover ceremony, he would always crank his Charm Aura to the maximum and, with his signature innocent smile, say, "You are the true heroes."

No matter what motives these people arrived with, as long as they fell for this combo, they would be weeping and repenting on their knees one second, and swearing loyalty and shouting about his grace the next; there was no one who didn't fall for it.

Many influential Rogue Trader families even spent vast sums of money just to invite Mordred to a meal, hoping to catch a glimpse of this angel walking on earth from up close.

By providing this special service of dining with people, the Second Legion gained a massive amount of foreign currency. Coupled with the supplies sent by Malcador, the starport framework was completed and began formal operations in less than three years.

Massive amounts of supplies were transshipped via the Serene World sub-sector and transported to the front lines of the Great Crusade, including some Space Marine ships returning for repairs.

Whenever these warriors rested on the Serene World, Atlas's big guys would pop out from every corner you could imagine, showing off their Primarch father to their cousins.

At this point, Mordred would immediately appear, using his increasingly refined swindling techniques to trick them into going to Serene to lay concrete.

Most Space Marines wouldn't refuse such behavior; after all, they were idle anyway, so they might as well treat it as a personal hobby.

What's more, the labor wasn't for nothing. Due to Mordred's simple philosophy that labor should be rewarded, every time these nephews left, he would pack them a batch of ammunition and some Serene local specialties he had specifically prepared.

For example, dinosaurs that Space Marines could ride, or the Serene Little Earth Chicken—which grew to the size of a Dreadnought, could peck through Adamantium plates, laid eggs, and had extremely delicious meat—and even the most precious Man-eating Bee Honey...

Mordred wanted to test whether these things had development value; perhaps they could become the pillar industry for the locals of Serene in the future.

As for why the Second Legion had so much ammunition, that had to be credited to their Gene-Seed.

Due to Mordred's high-dimensional characteristics, although the Second Legion was small in number and had a very low seed compatibility rate, they had inherited some of Mordred's abilities.

According to the Legion veterans, when the Second Legion was on a Warp Voyage, the Warp Creature they encountered would react to them in a strange way—a weird feeling of curiosity mixed with intense disgust.

It was like seeing a piece of shit disguised as chocolate, wanting to trick their Warp fellow-countrymen into eating it.

Therefore, after discovering that these big guy cousins could always fly to their target locations within the specified time, other legions, without exception, chose to let them clean up the battlefield and handle logistics. This was also why the Second Legion had never been caught stealing things to this day.

After all, if you let a mouse guard your granary, whether it eats a lot or a little depends on its mood; just consider it a service fee.

Relying on this unique trait, Atlas launched an escort business, and nearly half of his men were sent out by Mordred.

During this period, for the natives of Serene, things changed day by day. Relying on vast financial resources, countless construction machines roared across the land.

The original abandoned Hive City was dismantled and recycled, and these materials were used to repair the remaining half of the Hive City. As for the quality, the building standards preserved from the Dark Age of Technology were impeccable.

While everyone was busy laying concrete, Mordred wasn't idle either; he began his self-disciplined life.

As a man who just wanted to live his life, Mordred knew full well how much of a cesspit this universe was. Only strength could give you the right to choose; without strength, you could only be Confined to the ground by Powerhouses and brutally ravaged, and you'd still have to say, "You are so MAN!"

So, what was the fastest way to become stronger? The answer is knowledge; knowledge is power!

Relying on the sturdy body of a Primarch, Mordred spent 12 out of his 27-hour days soaking in the laboratory of the Abomination Exemplar.

He started by assisting the Arch-Magos, then began collaborating on experiments, and finally led his own projects, researching the Blasphemous Technology extracted from the Master Computer database. Whether it was biochemical modification, gene embedding, or AI programming, Mordred wanted it all.

After finishing his experiments, he would go earn foreign currency to eat, having eight meals a day, and once finished, he would lie in the Early Education Machine given by the Emperor to absorb knowledge.

As for work like Legion management, Mordred dumped it all on Goff to operate. After all, he had studied at the Thirteenth Legion; it would be a waste of such a natural workhorse not to have him process the paperwork.

Under such a perverted schedule, Mordred felt the joy of learning for the first time. The only thing that made him dissatisfied was that the Early Education Machine given by him by the Emperor was a bit strange.

The Double-headed Eagle that acted as a guide was blue and wouldn't stop chattering all day long; he didn't even know how to change it if he wanted to.

But these were minor issues. In the giant laboratory of the Abomination Exemplar, the master and apprentice began to let themselves go, repeatedly debugging a massive Incubation Pod.

Through the glass hatch, Mordred could see his creation growing sturdily. Its appearance was filled with the beauty of power and could even make one feel hungry, simply because it was a giant Mushroom Folk.

"Your Highness, are you sure this thing can serve as a new weapon for the Legion? If the Emperor finds out, won't he silence us?"

The Arch-Magos's tone was full of hesitation. Heaven Knows why she agreed to perform such a Blasphemous Experiment with Mordred; wouldn't it be better to make some safer robots?

"Don't worry, my Arch-Magos. I designed this thing based on those Super Mushrooms on our Serene. I've lived here for so many years; no one knows the power of this stuff better than I do."

"As for Old Man Huang finding out, so what? I've positioned the mushroom as emergency food—it's military rations! He can't stop me from growing vegetables, can he? Just you wait and see!"

Mordred's reassurance didn't put the Arch-Magos at ease, but since things had reached this point, she could only go all the way to the dark; after all, she also hoped the experiment would succeed.

The gene seed compatibility of the Second Legion was Too Low, and Kragg, who had become a domesticated Mechanicus, was also worried. If the experiment succeeded, it meant another layer of protection for the Space Marines.

As the airtight valve opened, a three-meter-tall giant mushroom walked out of the tank. The two bean-like eyes under the red cap looked very silly, and paired with those thick, short limbs, it looked ridiculous no matter how you looked at it.

However, before the master and apprentice could test the prototype, a figure in a rush arrived before Mordred. It was none other than Captain Tom, who had been out extraditing the population.

"Father, something terrible has happened. I think I killed a new Primarch."

Mordred was a bit dazed. "Isn't that a good thing?"

Tom fell silent, then a look of "my old man is dead" bad luck appeared on his face. He jumped up, snatched the earplugs off his Primarch, and roared:

"I said, I think I killed a Primarch!"

"What? Say that again."