Rogue Trader charter signed by Horus.

"Grandpa~"

"Why."

Are you a god?

"That's right, I am God. Judging from your unlucky appearance, you're not someone who's seen much of the world. In that case, things will be easier."

I am the Lord of the Antarctic Devouring Abyss, the Devourer of All Things, with the Dharma name of Venerable Weizhen. Unfortunately, I have violated the Heavenly Laws and been banished to the mortal realm. I must undergo twenty-five tribulations before I can return to the Empyrean.

Today you saved my life from the jaws of a ferocious beast; it is fate that brings us together. As long as you offer me tribute and help me return to my former glory, I will surely repay your kindness.

At that time, I will summon the Gate of Truth and bestow upon you extraordinary wisdom. With this assistance, you will surely rise to great heights!

"Child, please let me out!"

"But you just said you're not a god!"

"Tsk--"

Looking at this stubborn, unlucky kid, Mordred was completely exasperated. "You said I was a god before, and I didn't agree. Now I acknowledge it, and you still don't believe me? Are you just messing with me?"

But in order to regain his freedom, Mordred had no choice but to put on a sincere act and continue to deceive him:

"Heaven and earth can bear witness, the sun and moon can bear witness, I, Mordred, would never lie. As a little man in a bottle, your Uncle Da Mo likes kids the most. Back in the day, I raised a bunch of naughty children."

Besides, you won't lose anything by letting me out. I can't even beat a mouse right now, so you're not afraid I'll run away, are you?

Jeanne thought about it and agreed. She had seen the little creature almost torn to pieces by the rat, and most importantly, this was the only Canned One she had, which was her eating bowl.

"Are you sure you won't run away?"

"How could that be? Where could I possibly run to? Look at the state I'm in now, what if a rat eats me? Quickly open the jar, I can't breathe."

After saying that, Mordred twisted her body and put on a pitiful look.

Although she didn't know why this lump of black slime could make such a human-like expression, Jeanne still unscrewed the bottle and poured Mordred onto the table.

"Goodbye, you little idiot, I'm off!"

Without any hesitation, the moment he regained his freedom, Mordred immediately activated his Prairie Walker, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

"Wow, that's amazing! How did you do that? Can you teach me?"

"..."

Mordred was truly broken down now. A deep sense of powerlessness washed over him, and his eyes became incredibly empty. Even when Jeanne held him in her hands and kneaded him back and forth, he couldn't react at all; all he felt was endless emptiness.

"Grandpa, say something! Are you hungry?"

"Shut up! I have a name, Mordred. I won't accept your charity. I'd rather starve to death here than eat a single bite of your food."

"Please, just let me have one more bite. I've forgotten how long it's been since I last ate. I feel like there are countless ants crawling all over my body."

Looking at the black, soft slime beside her, which was displaying its utterly pathetic abilities, Jeanne thought she might have picked up a piece of trash, and one that could eat a lot. This little lump of stuff had eaten her food for three days, and it had even eaten the rats she had just caught.

But when Mordred saw Mordred's pitiful eyes, Jeanne couldn't control herself and ended up scooping half of the starch paste onto the table.

"Yay!"

Mordred twisted his body and pounced on the lump of goo. No wonder he was tricking kids into eating now; he was just too hungry.

Ever since Mordred regained consciousness, he has been spewing garbage out of his body, like a personality excretion, almost to the point of turning himself into an idiot.

Now that we finally have food to eat, we must make up for the missing nutrients.

Seeing Jeanne turn away and curl up on the bed after licking the plate clean, Mordred wriggled closer to her.

"Little one, I will never forget this meal. Tell me, what is your wish, and I will try my best to fulfill it."

"Can I at least get a full meal?"

Upon hearing this, Mordred was stunned. His high Morality standards made him feel ashamed. The thought of eating the child's last remaining food made him imagine a small white figure whipping him.

"Yes, of course! Although I am no longer as strong as I used to be, I still have extraordinary wisdom. This little wish is no challenge for me."

But you've seen what I look like now—just a useless little thing that anyone can knead. I don't even have a proper body. You want to eat your fill, but I want to eat my fill too.

Unless I can contact my offspring, you'll have to wait a bit longer, at least let me recover.

"Offspring? So you'll have children?"

Mordred retorted that those words were rather presumptuous. What did she mean by "having offspring"? She had countless offspring; hadn't you ever heard of Atlas? She doubted that even the unfortunate child like herself had.

"I know!"

"What? How could you possibly know?"

My mother told me.

Mordred became curious. From his observation, Jeanne was just an ordinary resident of the Underhive, and logically, she shouldn't know anything about Atlas, especially since Tom wouldn't be so careless.

Perhaps sensing Mordred's confusion, Jeanne picked up the rather attractive-looking lump of black slime and explained:

"Actually, I am not a native of the Underhive. My mother told me that I belong to a family of Rogue Trader, and that the family was certified by the son of a certain God-Emperor. Our ancestors even produced Death Angel was very famous."

Unfortunately, the family suffered a misfortune. After a difficult time escaping during a Warp voyage, they arrived in this world to rest and recuperate, only to be immediately expelled from the Empire.

To escape, we had no choice but to move to the bottom level of the Hive City to hide.

Mordred was even more puzzled now. Although the Rogue Trader had the word "trading merchant" in their name, they were actually the empire's colonial vanguard.

These Rogue Trader families varied in size; the smaller ones might only have one ship, while the larger ones spanned multiple star sectors. No matter how destitute they became, they would never be reduced to living in the lowest-level Hive City.

Moreover, according to Jeanne, her family had once obtained Rogue Trader charter certified by the Primarch. Although it was a grade lower than the one certified by Old Man Huang, this document alone could not have declined to its current state, since it contained a rare drop of Primarch blood.

Furthermore, their ability to escape from Warp voyages indicates that this Rogue Trader families is quite capable.

"No, what you're saying is absolutely not normal. Unless the Empire falls, simply having a Primarch-certified Rogue Trader charter is enough to guarantee your family's wealth for life."

This is absolutely abnormal. They don't even give the Primarch any face. They must be asking for trouble.

Do you remember which Primarch certified your Rogue Trader charter? I'm going to give him a good laugh when I get back."

"His name seems to be Horus."

"..."