Stats Are the Reason I Am King! (Supplement)
When Mordred finished his college entrance exams, before he was called Mordred but Huo Lang, he encountered the first major event in his life: choosing his university major.
As we all know, the college entrance examination is extremely important for a child from an ordinary family, and choosing a major is of paramount importance.
Saying that studying is useless is complete nonsense. Perhaps going to university cannot change your social class, but at least it can make you aware of your social class, broaden your horizons, and give you a respectable stepping stone.
Therefore, Huo Lang, who had not experienced the harsh realities of society, decided to ask his Old Man for his opinion.
Although Mr. Huo's father wasn't doing very well, he was at least knowledgeable and quite open-minded. Even at his age, he would play video games with his good buddies and lose repeatedly, swearing all the while taking his blood pressure medication. He would even use outdated jokes to show off his youth and energy.
"Hey, remember this: every era is the era of life. This thing will definitely be in demand. Choose this one, your Old Man supports you."
"But aren't you a civil engineer? You seem to be doing quite well; I'd like to follow in my family's footsteps."
"Nonsense! I work hard at construction sites, shoveling mortar to support your education. If you want to do this job, and you dare to choose it, I'll break your Dog's Leg."
Huo Lang followed his Old Man's advice and applied to study biopharmaceuticals. Then he realized something was wrong. His Old Man was right; this stuff was indeed advanced, but he would starve to death before he could even reach that level.
Fortunately, he had a second chance. He enlisted in the army and resumed his studies, applying for college again. This time, however, he chose civil engineering. But after graduating and doing his internship, he found something even more wrong.
As soon as I arrived at the construction site, I saw a dark-skinned guy walking towards me. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the dark-skinned guy grinning at me was actually my senior from the civil engineering department.
A local with dark skin and a wide, white smile.
A beer belly can hold a boat, and ice-cold cola can be poured into it.
While others do the dusting, I do the surveying; my two iron legs lead the way.
When my salary arrived, I looked inside and saw it was 3,800 yuan.
In the end, Huo Lang couldn't hold on any longer and took a different path, becoming the "Knife Runner O".
From that moment on, Mordred understood one thing: life has its own way out, and there are surprises everywhere. The more scheming you are, the more you will be burdened by your plans.
If you have Super Strength, you should never use your brain; the more you use it, the more likely you are to make a mistake. But clearly, this rule does not apply to Mortarion.
After teaching Nurgle Numerology and convincing the Chaos God that he was a materialist, Mortarion's status changed. He became not only the Crown Prince but also the supreme teacher of all Nurgle Daemon.
Everyone who saw him had to respectfully call him Master Mo, and for a time he was the envy of all, but Mortarion was not happy.
Unlike ordinary Greater Daemon, Primarch are rare commodities. Their lower limit is that of a lesser god, and their upper limit is unknown. Only the most short-sighted people would make a one-off deal and squeeze such a precious thing into waste.
Putting everything else aside, Nurgle is relatively benevolent in this regard. He didn't kill the goose that lays the golden eggs, but instead genuinely treated Mortarion as his own son, which is much better than that certain unnamed Golden Giant.
Nurgle did not want the Empire to prosper, and like the other Chaos God, he did not want to push the Empire too far. Only a half-dead Empire was a good Empire, capable of continuously providing them with sustenance.
The way of God lies in moderation. The Khorne are too extreme, shouting for war and killing all day long. Slaanesh and convulsions, while Tzeentch is yelling and screaming, his left brain attacking his right brain, shouting that everything is going according to plan.
The Most Evil about Nurgle is Tzeentch. It would be so much better if he pursued eternal decay like him, instead of thinking about change and transformation. It's just his nature. Nurgle and Tzeentch, Khorne and Slaanesh, are mutually disgusted. They also can't stand the others. This is the true nature of the Four Merchants. And the Emperor is not 1 vs 4, but 1 vs 1 vs 1 vs 1 vs 1. The infighting among the Chaos God is far more devastating than the erosion of the Physical World.
Seeing that little Mortarion was depressed and hadn't been happy since coming to this family, Nurgle, as Nurgle, felt very sorry for him and decided to find a good companion for Little Mo.
So who should we contact?
First, let's rule out Zhuang Sen. Even Nurgle thinks this little guy is too savage. He is loving, but not stupid!
Putting aside whether we can actually bring Zhuang Sen, if we do, things will get really interesting. The Garden of Nurgle might become Tzeentch's Crystal Maze, where Eleven-to-one out of ten every day, and chop the last one into ten pieces.
Mordred was even more eccentric. He could drink as much soup as he wanted, and the more soup he drank, the happier his Nurgle would be. But drinking soup was a minor matter; Mordred didn't kill demons, he would just hug them and devour them raw.
Having Numerology, Nurgle calculated with his fingers and, through rigorous numerical arrangement, arrived at a final answer: the Primarch was abnormal, each more extreme than the last, making Guilliman the most suitable candidate.
The Nurgle father, unable to bear seeing Mortarion wronged or Guilliman ostracized, stirred the cauldron and unleashed seven plagues upon Ultramar, granting these lost souls the right to join the family.
The Nurgle even thoughtfully manipulated time, finding a special gift for Guilliman across countless Timeline.
"Mother, is that you?"
Guilliman trembled, and the Emperor's Sword fell to the ground. A woman slowly walked towards him; it was his mother, the mother he had longed for day and night, but now she was standing behind Mortarion.
Robert
The woman opened her arms, wanting to give her children a warm embrace, but Guilliman felt an unparalleled rage.
"Mortarion, you son of Russ, so despicable and shameless, I don't have a brother like you."
Mortarion remained silent. He too resented this act of holding relatives hostage, but it was his Nurgle's order, and he had no choice but to obey. He didn't care what Guilliman's choice was; he only cared about his Death Guard, since everything was part of the plan.
However, one thing bothered Mortarion: he always felt that Guilliman was a little different.
This made Mortarion feel uneasy, but then he remembered that he had consulted a fortune teller—no, he had calculated it using Numerology —before coming here.
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Time, place, people—everything is revealed in Numerology.
He calculated when Guilliman would leave the Ultramarines, where he would appear, and even the choices Guilliman would make.
As expected, Guilliman couldn't refuse. Upon seeing Euten, he even dropped his weapon and staggered over.
This is a trap, a crude one, but one that is highly targeted at Guilliman.
This person is Euten, but she is not Guilliman's mother. She is another source of Guilliman's corruption, and that world has long been completely destroyed.
As Guilliman stepped into his mother's arms, the plague hidden beneath her love spread upwards, and it wouldn't be long before he was completely corrupted—splat!
"What?"
A chunk of flesh, half-eaten off, was tossed at Mortarion's feet. Guilliman, crouching in the shadows, lay sprawled on the ground, a grotesque Great Maw torn open in his chest, half an arm dangling out, emitting a grotesque chewing sound.
"What do you mean, 'why'? Why would I kill her? Mortarion, you idiot, did you eat shit and ruin your brain?"
My mother never called me Robert; she only called me Radish. I could tell she wasn't human the moment I saw her. You motherless Dogs and Donkeys, you're trying to cheat me.
"I'm asking you why you eat people?"
"Where is anyone? Do you care how many loaves of bread you've eaten?" Guilliman began to expand rapidly, Armour of Fate on his body became like a living thing, even growing sharp teeth and claws.
Just five seconds later, Guilliman had swelled to a size of 10 meters, with Bone Wings spreading behind him, sharp horns rising on his head, and a blade emerging from his long tail, which was covered by layers of ferocious bone spikes. It was the Emperor's Sword, and it was even emitting fire.
That face, exactly the same as before, looked sinister no matter how you looked at it. Compared to this beast, Mortarion was a decent person.
"Ah~ power, unparalleled power Burning Fiercely within me, this is the feeling, this is the feeling, I'm so Kiya!"
Mortarion, my dear brother, what are you panicking for? Don't run away!
Hmph, trying to escape! I was just kidding. You can't escape even if you try. Power, I fucking command you to come out and unleash a Lightning Cyclone Slash!
"Quack"