Your Phone Bill Has Been Topped Up

As the first rays of morning sunlight shone upon the earth, the unfortunate fellow named Makara Opened Eyes.

Although she had expected it, Makara still couldn't help but look at the dresses and necklaces placed at the corner of the bed.

There was no handsome silver wolf, nor a short dog sleeping soundly on its back; the past 30 days seemed like a dream.

After a multitude of thoughts converged, Makara finally accepted reality:

"I'm all alone again. You won't even say goodbye? Remus, why don't you give me back the money I kept there!"

Without the magical dog's care, Makara returned to her former solitary life, but the experience of those 30 days changed her, transforming her from a clueless girl into someone who knew nothing.

Longing is the furthest distance. Makara decided to change herself; she no longer wanted to live such a muddled life.

Making the bed and cleaning the room, clumsy Makara recalled the hardworking and capable Romus, who usually did these tasks, but now she had to do them herself.

But when Makara opened the door, carrying a can of oatmeal and preparing to cook some porridge for breakfast, the scene before her made her unable to contain her excitement any longer, and she rushed into the arms of the two dogs with mischievous grins.

"Ming ming ming, I knew you wouldn't leave me."

Seeing Makara with snot and tears streaming down her face, rubbing herself on her fur, Mordred looked at her with disgust and swung her paw at Horus.

"You little rascal, you've dirtied my cool, shiny fur! Go cook for us now, it's your turn to serve us. I want fish."

"Double the portion, and less salt!"

Overjoyed at finding what she had lost, Makara skipped off to cook, glancing back at the stove every now and then, as if afraid she was just imagining things.

"Second Brother, didn't you say we'd leave after dawn?"

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

Mordred was also puzzled. According to his precise calculations, given the Emperor Spirit's appetite, that amount of Peanut Butter should have been used up just right.

"That can't be right. This was all part of my plan. My good buddy Carlos would never lie to me; my stomach can vouch for it! Unless..."

"Unless what? Second Brother, think of something quickly, I've only been Warmaster for a few days."

"Unless some variable I don't know about appeared during the ritual, but what could that be?"

Even the Emperor wanted to know what this was!

Looking at the strange, yellowish-brown creature fast asleep on his hand, the Emperor, who had infiltrated the Abomination's laboratory, was completely bewildered. What made his blood pressure soar even higher were the two Rebellious son in front of him, posing in a shameful manner.

From the Emperor's perspective, his First Returned Son was bound in a coffin in an extremely shameful position, surrounded by an unidentified brown liquid, while Mordred, that bastard, was lewdly touching Horus's buttocks.

To be honest, while Emperor are despicable, they are especially inhuman when they act inhumanly, and in terms of private morality, they embody the worst traits of all human Stellaris. Compared to them, even Macias is a gentleman.

Even so, the Emperor considered himself a Good Father! He even secretly subscribed to Lady Yuton's parenting encyclopedia and read it as a joke every night before bed.

As for whether it will be effective, don't ask. Such a trivial question is not suitable for the empire. I've already tried so hard, can't you all just fulfill your filial duties and get back to work honestly?

"Fulgrim and Ferrus are bad enough for me, but you two bastards dared to do such a shameful thing right under my nose."

"I've been asking questions and have nothing to say. My son is also a charlatan. You two unlucky bastards are even playing bondage! This must be Slaanesh's trick, Malcador. What are you doing? You can't eat that stuff!"

The Arch-Magos waved his hand, indicating that his My Lord should calm down first. This stuff wasn't snow, but Peanut Butter, and it tasted pretty good.

"Really? Let me try it!"

He stuck out his finger, dabbed at the unidentified substance, and put it in his mouth. The Emperor nodded to himself; it was indeed Peanut Butter, with even a tiny bit of chocolate added.

"Moreover, my My Lord, you may not have noticed, but your behavior these past few days has been quite strange. One night I even saw you sleepwalking, sneaking into the depths of the Imperial Palace, hugging a black dress and chuckling foolishly."

Shouting that he was the true Son of true son of heaven, no matter how you look at it, the battle force was 200,000 to 300,000, and the advantage was on his side.

The fault isn't mine, it's the whole world's! Liu Xiu, what makes you think you can fight me? Go for it! Why is there a shooting star?

Suppression, technique, desperate situation, breakthrough, self, proof, peak, lock, answer, dependence, end, interpretation, calmness, adversity, confidence, infinity, break, predicament, questioning, reversal, tempering, limit, stop, illusion, result, eventually, reach the top, break free, limitation, domain, pinnacle, past, farewell.

I will not lose!

The Emperor didn't believe it. He was a Perpetual. Since becoming the Master of Mankind, he had never changed his identity. This was all old news.

And none of that matters. The most important thing is that he would never say such an embarrassing line.

But he was quickly proven wrong when Malcador pulled out Dataslate and played a valuable surveillance video on the spot.

Three minutes later, the Golden Giant, still bewildered, took the Peanut Butter sandwich from Malcador and stuffed it into his mouth, offering a half-hearted explanation:

"Old Ma, you have to understand, as a Perpetual, I've lived for far too long. To keep myself active, I and the other Perpetual often switch identities to experience different lives."

Hammurabi, Alexander, Julius, Napoleon— the Perpetual have permeated the entirety of human history. We might even have fragments of consciousness carving out their own territories, driving human societal progress through war.

The Dying Memories are attacking me; I would never utter such shameful lines.

"So you guys have gotten this bored?"

Born in Dark Age of Technology, Malcador was considered young among the Perpetual and couldn't understand the amazing operations of these eccentrics. He always felt that these people had some serious illness.

So you're all attacking your right brain with your left brain, playing some kind of bloody game with yourselves. No wonder Eldar and Ol' Peson are also psychopaths.

Feeling humiliated in front of his best friend, the Emperor desperately needed to prove himself and immediately prepared to unleash his unparalleled and powerful Psychic Power.

Give those two Rebellious son back to me.

Before he could even make a move, Malcador, sensing the danger, transformed into an evil cane-wielding alien and slammed his cane onto the Golden Giant's head. "My Lord, please stop causing trouble. To be honest, although your power is immense, all you do besides smash things with your Psychic Power frames is conduct your biological experiments."

Please, didn't you see the ritual array beneath those two kids?

Normally, the Emperor would never be so careless, but now his thinking is confused, switching between yes and no. Coupled with the high concentration of Chaos Energy Corruption inside the Abomination, it's clear that he's experiencing early-onset dementia.

Fortunately, Malcador remained clear-headed and chose the safest method: to open the Cogitator Array and peek at Mordred's experimental log.

It would have been better if he hadn't watched it. After watching it, even Malcador's blood pressure spiked, and he wanted nothing more than to beat Mordred, that bastard, to death with a stick.

It's important to know that the Abomination is Atlas's flagship and Mordred's personal research vessel. It wouldn't be unreasonable for the Blasphemous Artifact sealed inside to be placed in the deepest prison of the Dimensional Palace.

Compared to Mordred, even this tech madman, F, seemed quite law-abiding. Just the fact that his Dead Hand Plan to Reverse Blackstone Device and use a Great Rift spanning half the galaxy to kidnap all races was leaked would have caused Atlas to be wiped out by data.

"He truly is my good son, so decisive! Scroll down."

Soon, a heavily encrypted Universal Emperor Boy Plan was unearthed, detailing Mordred's entire process of extracting genes from the Emperor's hair to create biological weapons.

After reviewing all the experimental logs, the Emperor waved his hand and directly identified 130 yellow-skinned rats that were nearly bursting from overeating and hiding in the laboratory.

Seeing Zofi cosplaying as himself, and the Mousecador draped in a Lighter and holding a lighter as a scepter, Emperor and Malcador were stunned.

But the two didn't say much. After reading the experimental log, they had already realized the wonderful uses of this amazing creature:

"My Lord, is the future truly unchangeable? After all, only gods can One Proof of Eternity."

"Only God knows!"

"But on the bright side, since the Great Crusade is still ongoing and those Four Useless Ones are still causing trouble behind the scenes, it means that even if Great Heresy occurs, we haven't lost."

It's impossible for you to Death and Dao Dissipation, while I'm severely injured and imprisoned on a torture device, half-dead, right?

Relax. As long as the Great Crusade succeeds and the Webway Project is realized, it won't be long before we can clear away all obstacles and retire in glory.

I've always been very lucky.

The Golden Giant, who had never offered comfort to anyone, looked at Malcador, the partner who had been with him all this time. The prophecy had long since failed, and the future was shrouded in mystery.

Neither the Emperor nor the Four Gods could foresee what the future would hold.

The result wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either. Looking at the Thinker that had recorded Mordred's various countermeasures— Cogitator that had come with the intention of mutual destruction and annihilation— the Emperor smiled with relief.

"My friend, I have an idea! Guess what I want to do right now?"

"Wear that little dress of yours, just like when I first met you? Oh, right, I remember you were wearing Eldar's clothes back then."

Seeing the Emperor eat, Malcador's mood instantly improved, and even the big golden guy laughed out loud:

"If only the price were this low, my biggest wish right now is to bring Magnus back. I have a feeling that this silly kid will definitely screw me over in the future."

By the way, what do you think about installing a speaker on the Golden Throne?

"Your His Majesty, whatever you say goes, but what about the two of them?"

Seeing his two Rebellious son still motionless in that position, the Emperor's eyes sharpened instantly, and his large hands uncontrollably reached for the Red Lever filled with Peanut Butter.

"No wonder I have some inexplicable things in my memory, it turns out it's because of you two Rebellious son."

Sigh, well, I'll just consider it compensation to my other self. After all, it wasn't easy for her to deal with Eldar all this time.

Quickly, send me a batch of Peanut Butter. Hopefully, Horus can hold out.