Father! Just call me Little Yellow from now on.
My friend is handsome, and he's also cool and powerful.
This story begins with my friend being persuaded by someone to unify humanity. It was 30,000 years in the future, on Earth. By then, humanity had already colonized the stars, and the tiny planet that gave birth to humankind was now known as Holy Terra ...
As time passed, even the dormitory auntie drifted off to sleep, and a tale of the arduous journey of human revival echoed in Huo Lang's ears.
From his initial nonchalance to the appearance of the character Mordred in the story, Huo Lang's eyes gradually sharpened.
When the Emperor spoke of his friend's demigod offspring, lost across the galaxy, and the joy of finding Horus, an indescribable impulse compelled Huo Lang to instantly pinch the Emperor's mouth shut:
"Stop! You don't need to go into so much detail, especially this part, let's skip it. I don't know why, but my fist suddenly hardened; I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back and punch you."
Under the pressure of force, the Emperor ultimately failed to utter that bizarre, 30-year-old tongue twister about "your salt, my vegetables, and the Gold Ring."
As more and more offspring were found, Huo Lang finally uttered his first question in response to his friend's bizarre parenting practices of giving birth but not raising them:
"Dude, your friend is a bit of an idiot."
According to the premise of your story, the bizarre behavior of that Golden Giant who calls himself Emperor will inevitably cause the warlords known Primarch to rebel.
This has nothing to do with those so-called Chaos Gods. Any normal person would do the same; it's human nature. Besides, I feel like your friend is a bit like Black-hearted Foreman, dumping everything on his second son.
"That's right. According to the prophecy, my friend knew that half of his offspring would rebel in the future, but with Mordred's appearance, that prophecy was broken."
Huo Lang had heard this name many times. Both in terms of behavior and conduct, it was incredibly similar to his own, to the point that he suspected it was a friend from Neos's imagination.
As the story continues, after realizing that Great Heresy was unavoidable, the Emperor and his sons hastily devised a plan.
If the plan had gone smoothly, the rebellion, which should have crippled the empire, would have been perfectly contained within a very small area. However, at the most crucial moment, the person executing the plan ran into trouble.
The executors who malfunctioned became a source of chaos throughout the world, completely lost in their instincts.
Through those brown eyes, Huo Lang saw the figure reflected in Neos's pupils. He didn't say much, but felt inexplicably irritated and gestured for him to finish the story.
"In order to preserve the empire and to complete the plan, my friend chose to enter the offspring's Inner World, attempting to awaken his Self-Awareness."
"And then? Once that person's self-awareness is awakened, what does your friend want him to do?"
Moonlight streamed into the room through the window, illuminating Mordred's dazzling blond hair, making the Emperor unable to meet his gaze.
"The friend you're talking about, could it be yourself?"
"But a story is just a story. Putting aside the fact that your story sounds familiar, what does it have to do with me?"
You've already said that the overall tone of this story is a cesspool, so why would I leave my perfectly good home and continue to be a maggot in that cesspool?
Please, after reading the whole story, it's clear that I'm the one making contributions for everyone, and I don't owe anyone anything.
Have you ever thought about this? If it weren't for your interference, I might really have come to the world I wanted, and maybe I'd already be happily nestled in the arms of the Thunder Elf, oblivious to everything else.
"The Aeldari don't have massive lightning bolts; their muscle density is even higher than humans', so you simply can't bury yourself in them."
"Shut up!"
With a loud shout, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed; the original dormitory disappeared, leaving only a boundless grassland.
Countless Dog-men riding dinosaurs graze their livestock on the grasslands, tending to Golden Tree saplings beneath towering trees that reach into the clouds.
Beyond the grasslands lies a towering mushroom forest, where one after another, Lizardmen emerge from their spores, playfully singing praises to Mordred's esteemed name.
If you broaden your perspective, you'll see a Pink Castle standing atop a distant mountain, where countless tall knights in black armor are emerging from Golden Tree saplings, piling chest after chest of treasure into the castle.
"See? My world is only this big, this is everything to me, and there's no room for you here anymore."
You were the one who used Atlas to bind me firmly to the Empire, but now Atlas has become one with me, and I no longer need this cesspool of an empire.
I am Atlas, I am everything.
You were the one who pulled me down in the first place, and now you're trying to pull me down again. Why are you so selfish? Why are you so selfish that you prevent a wanderer from returning home?
Are we going to force him into a fantasy he doesn't even like?
Since you want to be that savior, and since you've always been so indifferent, then go ahead and do it!
You claim to Invincible Under Heaven, then go and defeat the gods. Surely you can't win? Blame it on your own incompetence.
You're just using me as a tool to achieve your own dreams.
Looking at Mordred's indignant face, the Emperor was speechless; his emotional intelligence was simply insufficient to support any explanation.
In the past, he would have used his invincible Psychic Power to resolve such situations, but in the mental world, his proud power was utterly powerless to force Mordred to act against him at this moment.
"No, I admit I'm not a Good Father, but I've never treated you as a tool. You are my offspring, all Primarchs are my offspring, and I only want to take you back."
Without any hesitation, the Emperor pounced on Mordred's lap, gripping her tightly no matter how much he hit her.
"Mordred, you said you'd team up with me for the Great Crusade forever, I can't live without you."
Get lost! You piece of trash, still trying that trick?
"No! If I let go, the entire empire will be utterly destroyed. This isn't just my empire, it belongs to all of us. Help me one more time!"
"Let me help you? Fine, then kneel down and call me daddy first."
"Dad!"
The Emperor didn't hesitate at all when faced with this request, fearing Mordred might change his mind, and shouted it out loudly.
"Oh ho, you actually yell!"
The Emperor grinned, revealing an extremely obsequious expression, and replied, "Doesn't this show my filial piety? From now on, just call me Little Huang."
There's no one else who can be this shameless. Mordred has absolutely no way to deal with this stubborn Yellow Skins that can't be steamed or boiled.
Accompanied by the Yellow Skins's repeated cries of "Father loves me, I love my father," Mordred stood there, stunned, staring at the grassland beneath his feet and everything before him.
Compared to those completely blurred memories, everything before my eyes is so beautiful, so Serenity, and right here.
Perhaps he no longer needs to worry about which way to go home, because this is his hometown.
"Shut up, you piece of trash! I'm so unlucky to have met someone like you! I've had the worst luck in eight lifetimes!"
But remember this: I'm not forgiving you just because you called me "Dad" a few times. I'm doing this for my own children; they shouldn't just disappear like this.
Now, you'd better give me a reliable plan, or you can become my Thunder Spirit.
"Yes, you see, I've been eating in the cafeteria these past few days, but I've already come up with a perfect plan."
Unexpectedly, the Emperor actually had a plan. Mordred even showed a rare smile as he pulled the non-combustible piece of trash off his leg.
"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
I want you to commit suicide!
"..."
I think I really need to control you.