Yellow Skins Have No Sense of Pain

Once a lie is told, countless more lies will follow to complete it. But a lie is still a lie, and the truth will always come out eventually. There is no such thing as a perfect lie.

It's supposed to be love at first sight, saving a wayward girl, but everyone knows love at first sight doesn't exist. Your 4000...

How did the rubles get spent? It was all because of lust. And now they want me to reimburse them? Absolutely not.

When the Numerology, the most prominent field of study in the galaxy, is challenged, some previously overlooked details begin to emerge.

Emperor, Master of Mankind, King of Ancient Times, Dark King Jinchuriki, Neos, the strongest, coolest, and most Most Dominating in the galaxy! But a golden Psychic Power behemoth with extremely poor taste—these are all titles of the Emperor.

But if we remove these filters, what kind of person is the Emperor? He's just a warlord, a scoundrel among scoundrels, whose reputation score has plummeted to rock bottom.

When you put together three bastards— the Deceiver, Tzeentch, and Cegorach— you can't even get a single shared bike; in fact, you might even consider shared bikes unlucky.

This isn't just one person's opinion, but the opinion of almost everyone. Otherwise, why would those Perpetual companions who once played with the Emperor all leave him one by one?

It's because I've been scammed before, and probably more than once; I've been ripped off badly.

While Mortarion is taciturn, has a lot of bad habits, and isn't usually very sociable, he is widely recognized as honest and reliable, a stubborn type on Dorn Little Mo.

So the question is, is Mortarion's Numerology ineffective, or is this Yellow Skins just pretending to be stupid?

Even the most loyal Zhuang Sen had to hesitate between his best brother and his father. It wasn't that these descendants Fealty, but rather that they had seen too much of this.

"Speaking of Guilliman, before you, Mordred, and I arrived in Terra, you were the first to see Father, weren't you?"

"Yes, that's right!" Guilliman glanced at Zhuang Sen and realized what was going on. He continued, "At that time, I had just been resurrected. When I opened my eyes, there was an Aeldari Xenos standing next to me, a Sanguinius flying in the sky, and some unknown World Eaters leaping high in front of me, trying to smash my head with an axe."

This is what I saw first after I woke up; all I could see were cesspools.

When I regained my faith and went to Holy Terra, I was prepared for all of you to Killed in Action. Then I saw my father then, a dark, twisted sun, filled with countless whispers.

He could barely speak, and as you know, my sensitivity to Psychic Power is a tiny bit low, so I didn't hear a single word he said, but I guess he was trying to encourage me.

Upon hearing this, Luojia, Mortarion, Zhuang Sen, and Mordred struggled to control their facial expressions, thinking to themselves, "You're praising yourself like this? If you could understand Psychic Power communication, you probably wouldn't be so self-satisfied."

"And then what happened?"

"Later, my father developed dementia." Guilliman sighed, pointing to the speaker above the throne. "When Magnus attacked, I installed the speaker, and my father started speaking incomprehensible words, saying that Magnus was Ambition."

"Right, this is what he said back then: death, tool, traitor, number 13, son, Ambition, Gatanothor, centaur, Second Son, talking device!!"

"My father's general idea was that I, his thirteenth son, should not be afraid, but take up his Emperor's Sword and grant death to the Ambition traitor Magnus. He also praised me as his First Returned Son, his Sagittarius, and told me to bring you, my Second Brother, back."

Upon hearing this, even the Emperor, who had been feigning ignorance and pretending to be a low-level "Yellow Skins 12345," and who had been living a life of idleness and complacency, couldn't keep up the act.

I was thinking to myself, "I clearly told you, you Ambition number 13, to get to work and go to the Shadow Prison to get that plane called Gatanothor and smash it against Magnus."

The centaur refers to my eldest son Horus. You Rebellious son, quickly clear my name and find a way to bring back this Second Son, this Rebellious son, to cure my illness.

Although the ultimate goal was achieved, the process was completely wrong. You Ambition number 13 dare to call yourself the First Returned Son? You bastard, you have no shame!

The Emperor was furious, but he couldn't show it. Instead, a strange light flashed in his eyes as he continued to use the accent of Yellow Skins 12345 to confuse the audience, "The Emperor is like this. He's so broken that even his own mother doesn't recognize him. He can't eat, he can't drink, and he can't even sleep. He's being tortured to the point of being unrecognizable every day."

But for the sake of the Imperium of Man, he had no choice but to do this. It was a bitter fate.

As soon as Yellow Skins 12345 said this, everyone looked up and met the Emperor's eyes.

Zhuang Sen and Luojia indeed felt much more guilty. Guilliman even sighed repeatedly as he looked at the black-skinned hottie on the Golden Throne, lamenting that he would have to be her slave again. Only Mortarion remained silent, his face deathly pale.

"Little Mo, why is your face so pale?"

"Ah, Second Brother, is my face pale? It's probably from guilt! When I think about the awful things I've done, I feel so sorry for Father."

Something's not right. Something's nine-tenths wrong. In Mordred's memory, Little Mo wasn't that filial at all. His closest relationships were with Horus and himself. The Emperor was just a biological father.

Zhuang Sen and Luojia were also acting strangely. Zhuang Sen had been the one asking Guilliman earlier, but now he was silent, and Luojia was on the verge of tears.

"Wait! Guilliman?"

Perhaps thinking of something, Mordred slowly approached the Golden Throne, taking out a pack of Rick Cigarettes from his pocket as he went, putting one in his own mouth and the other in the Yellow Skins's mouth.

With a flicker of Fel Energy, two plumes of smoke slowly rose. Mordred met the Yellow Skins's eyes, but couldn't see anything wrong. It remained as expressionless as ever, like an inflatable doll.

"12345, are you saying the Yellow Skins really hasn't woken up?"

"No, if the Emperor were to awaken, I wouldn't have been thrust into the limelight. Do you know how miserable I am, trapped in this body, unable to call for help? I can't even scratch myself."

Watching Mordred's cigarette burn more than twice as fast as his own, the Emperor inwardly scoffed, thinking, "I saw through your trick long ago. You think you can fool me? I've been speaking through a microphone the whole time."

"Indeed! You've suffered terribly being trapped in this body, you're practically a vegetable. Sometimes I think, how wonderful it would be if Old Man Huang could recover, even just a little bit, so he could at least feel the Outside World."

"We'll hold a grand banquet then, and I'll personally cook a table full of dishes for Old Man Huang, including his favorite fried chicken with onions, braised Tyrannosaurus Rex, and Prospero craft beer. We'll also invite that gluttonous Russ over for a big eating contest. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Mordred, seated on the armrest of the Golden Throne, stretched out his arm and rested his head on the Emperor's shoulder, like a child troubled by his father's serious illness.

Unexpectedly, the Second Son was so sentimental. Zhuang Sen, the eldest son, also sat on the other armrest, wanting to reach out and hug his father.

Then he noticed that Mordred's fingers seemed to be writing something on his shoulder.

[Calling for reinforcements?]

Whom to shake? Leaning his head back, the Lion King looked at Mordred. Although he didn't speak and his eyes didn't reveal anything, Mordred's Passive Face-Reading Technique still made Zhuang Sen understand his thoughts.

Before he could think about it, the Lion King, a ruthless Executioners who could infiltrate Khrave's hometown with sheer willpower, immediately sensed something was wrong. He seemed to be bewitched and immediately cried out.

"Guilliman, come here quickly, Father needs our comfort."

Guilliman came over and, like Zhuang Sen, stepped forward to embrace the Emperor. Then, turning his head, he saw Mordred's large face leaning on the Emperor's shoulder. He plopped down next to Zhuang Sen and stretched out his arms to hold his Good Father tightly.

"Luojia, come here quickly. Your father loves you the most."

Under the influence of the Emperor's charm, Luojia, whose filial piety had been greatly amplified, thought about it and realized that as the third Princess of the empire, she had indeed never hugged her father since she was a child.

(▼Benefit▼)

"Mortarion, come here quickly! Since Father has forgiven your mistake, aren't you going to do something to show your appreciation?" With that, Luojia went straight to Mordred's side, sat on the armrest of the Golden Throne, and hugged the Emperor.

When Mortarion saw his Second Brother's Passive Face-Reading Technique, he had nowhere to sit and could only settle for second best, grabbing the Emperor's two long, black-stockinged legs.

The Emperor was even a little Moved that his Rebellious son cared so much about him, but he soon realized that he wasn't Moved, but rather that he couldn't move. Mordred's voice rang in his ears.

"I've been using this Personality Excretion Therapy for so many years, but I don't know how effective it is. The leather suit we made for my father looks nice, but I don't know if any flesh has actually grown under his skin."

Let's see how effective it is today.

"Then how do we check the effectiveness of the treatment?" Mortarion, clinging tightly to the Emperor's legs, added fuel to the fire.

"Of course, we'd cut off the head, rip open the belly, peel off the skin, and check if any flesh has grown inside."

"Isn't this a bad idea? What if Father grows back flesh? Wouldn't what we're doing be patricide?" Luojia continued to add to the prize pool.

"Sigh~ What's wrong with that? Are you a doctor or am I? I'm sure Father won't mind either, after all, we're doing this for his own good."

"Don't you think so? Yellow Skins!"

Their eyes met, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mordred 'Mordred eyes, but there was nothing useful in them except for wisdom.

If the Emperor were to move his eyes even slightly, he could completely read Mordred's inner thoughts. But if he did move them, it would be tantamount to admitting guilt. Therefore, he simply said, "I agree completely!"

"Hmm? Good, I'm delighted by your courage, you Yellow Skins --12345."

"But don't worry, you won't feel any pain, since Yellow Skins don't feel pain. Now!"