Fulgrim Wants to Debut as an Imperium Idol

Fulgrim admitted that he had indeed held prejudices against Mordred before arriving, but after their conversation, he realized his own purity was still Too Low.

As he gradually learned more about this Brother, Fulgrim felt that he was not only eccentric but also incredibly twisted, constantly believing that someone was out to harm him—a complete abstract complex, a living embodiment of paranoid delusions.

Then there was his fluctuating moral compass; one moment he claimed he had provided the people of the Serene World with a stable life and wanted them to have a good future, where everyone could read and earn money from their work.

The next moment, he would say the Emperor didn't kill enough, and that it would be better to execute the nobles via Eleven-to-one, allowing new blood with more potential to rise to the top...

His words were full of bizarre theories and nonsense; if one were to really kill all the nobles, how would we Deployed the Empire without these rulers?

Mordred even predicted that he would suffer a great catastrophe in the future, ending his life trapped in love, acting just like the pathetic third-rate knights that noble ladies adore. The most ridiculous part was that he saw himself as the heroine—what on earth was going on in his head?

"Mordred."

"Call me Second Brother!" Fulgrim felt a wave of exhaustion, but ultimately spoke:

"Second Brother, aren't you being a bit too extreme? Father only asked me to come here to help you; there's no need to lecture me on your ideals and ambitions. I just want to revitalize my legion—can you help me out?

Also, why is the food on our table so strange? Are you sure this isn't human remains?"

Mordred let out a cold snort, thinking to himself that this bumpkin was truly ignorant. This was the Super Mushroom unique to their Serene World; others couldn't even get their hands on it if they wanted to.

"Sister! You don't understand. Don't look at how I've managed the Serene World into such a thriving state in just three years; the moment I open my eyes, there are countless mouths waiting for me to feed.

I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but the Second Legion's development relies entirely on our frugality. Do you think we want to scavenge the trash others discard? We're just terrified of being poor!"

To be able to frame swindling and deception as something so inspirational, Fulgrim admitted he was indeed inferior to this brother; at the very least, he couldn't shamelessly gild his own lily in front of the victim.

"I don't care. Since Father told me to find you, I'm sticking with you."

When dealing with someone who spouted such nonsense, the best approach was not to argue. Fulgrim simply refused to leave and turned to taste the strange dishes instead.

"Is there wine? I want to drink red wine."

"No, don't even think about it. There's only orange juice and coconut juice here—take your pick!"

Fulgrim was a nuisance, and Mordred was well aware of this. Once they entered the logistics system, his habit of skimming off the top would definitely be exposed.

Not to mention that Fulgrim liked to conduct little experiments, all of which violated the Imperial Truth. But he couldn't drive him away, so it seemed he would have to bleed a little.

"How about this? I'll carve out a piece of land for you, and you can go there to focus on recuperating. I'll provide whatever supplies you need, and I'll also find a way to deal with The Wasting on the Son of the Emperor. As long as you..."

"Are you giving me charity?"

This short sentence left Mordred unable to continue. Seeing Fulgrim suddenly become dejected, he hurriedly changed his tune:

"How could that be? You're overthinking it. I was just... just, fine! I admit I just didn't want you involved in the transport, but aren't you at fault too?"

Perhaps due to his recent experiences, the Purple Phoenix felt that Mordred was a freak, and a freak made for an excellent emotional trash can. Regardless of whether Mordred was willing, after two glasses of coconut juice, he began to pour his heart out:

"Of course you wouldn't understand. To defend the honor of the legion, I had to take my sons on diplomatic conquests to minimize armed conflict as much as possible.

Yet even so, because our numbers were too low, the Council of Terra deemed the legion unsuitable for the Great Crusade, and even Father felt disappointed in me, eventually dumping me here with you.

We are the only legion that uses the Aquila Symbol as our emblem, yet now we cannot participate in the crusade.

We are equals. Since I arrived at the Serene World, you have been fooling me, and now you even want to erase my last remaining shred of glory.

I don't want charity; I want dignity. The Third Legion is not a vase. Even if I am reduced to managing logistics, I will make Father know that I am the best. Do you understand?"

"Ah, this!"

After hearing this internal monologue, Mordred felt a bit numb. He thought to himself, Why is this person so long-winded? And he's my brother, too! Why do you care so much about that rating? It will only alienate your efforts.

I'm kindly giving you a ten-billion subsidy; if it were me, I'd wake up laughing in my sleep. Instead, I have to worry about your psychological state.

"Sigh, fine! I will send people to coordinate with you, but let's get this straight: since you've come to me, the Son of the Emperor must follow the Rules of the Serene World."

"Of course."

Having received equal treatment, the Purple Phoenix immediately agreed, shedding his previous miserable demeanor and returning to his arrogant self.

This rather smooth transition made Mordred Realized that he might have been played. His own political skills, which were on par with the Dog-men, were indeed no match for the old fox from the outside.

"Then the aid is gone. We Atlasian are poor and have no ambition; we have nothing to support you with. You'll have to figure it out yourself."

Now it was Fulgrim's turn to hesitate. His expression shifted several times before he actually proposed the idea of a loan, leaving Mordred completely bewildered.

"No, you were actually so poor you only had one ship left? How did you end up such a failure? You just said you conquered several planets through political diplomacy—are you mocking me?"

"I had no other choice!"

Soon, after Fulgrim's explanation, Mordred finally understood the reason, and why the Second Brother before him was different from the one in his memories.

According to Fulgrim, he hadn't unified his homeworld as in the original history; instead, he had just occupied a factory when the Golden Giant descended like a god and unified Chemos directly.

During this period, even the worst of his other brothers had achieved the feat of unifying a planet, which made the eight-year-old Fulgrim very anxious.

That's right, perhaps due to the interference of the intruder Mordred, the Purple Phoenix was only eight years old at this time! He was only five when the Emperor found him.

The poor five-year-old child was raised by the Golden Giant, but after only six months, the Emperor stopped caring and tossed him to Horus to raise, right before the Emperor discovered Mordred.

It didn't end there. Because Chemos wasn't conquered by Fulgrim himself, combined with the Emperor's atrocious parenting methods—which surely involved a mix of gaslighting and empty promises—Fulgrim lived in constant fear every day, terrified of being accused of incompetence.

And so, the immature Fulgrim began to put on a brave face, focusing on flashy but useless things every day. The only time he attempted a military conquest, it failed because of the Atlasian's sudden departure.

As for the worlds he negotiated, he gave them all to Horus, who was mentoring him, even though Horus had no desire to steal a child's snacks.

In the end, the Third Legion had nothing but a hollow reputation, a single ship, and the administrative rights to Chemos. They had absolutely nothing else.

"No wonder I Always Felt something was off about you. It wasn't my eyes playing tricks; you're actually short. How tall are you?"

"Three point five meters." The arrogant Phoenix raised his neck, staring down at the giant before him.

"Bullshit. You're three point one at best, barely catching up to A-Fa, that second-degree invalid."

After being mocked, Fulgrim's overly inflated ego began to act up, and he immediately declared that since Vulkan was only four years old, he had to be shorter than him.

Mordred confirmed a fact once again: this little thing wasn't politically experienced; he was just a stubborn brat.

"Are you an idiot? One revolution of Nightfall Star equals fifteen on Terra. That Uncle is taller than me, for god's sake."

"Forget it, forget it. You don't even know that, so I won't expect you to lead a Legion. I'll point you toward a bright path that guarantees your seven hundred men won't starve and will help you make a name for yourself."

Fulgrim was very excited. This was exactly what he wanted, and he hurriedly asked:

"What is it?"

"Good question!" Mordred curled his lips, his gaze wandering over Fulgrim, lingering especially long on that flowing Silver Hair.

"Fulgrim, you should debut and become an Imperium idol! I've even thought of a stage name for you: how about Snow White?"