If You Don't Eat Your Veggies, They'll Turn to Mush

What one cannot obtain in youth will inevitably burden one throughout life.

The regret of the Yellow Skins is that it has no father or mother. It could cosplay Batman when it was young, but it never received a double beating from its parents.

Furthermore, as Perpetual being, he possesses formidable Psychic Power as a guarantee, completely disregarding interpersonal communication. He simply glares at everyone with deadpan eyes, instantly captivating all beings.

Skipping the plot is one thing, but the Yellow Skins not only skips the plot, it tries to skip everything, and now its own life has been skipped as well.

For someone like that, no amount of reasoning will help; you have to make up for his childhood deficiencies. Only a firm, physical approach can correct his intangible emotional intelligence.

After 13 hours of physical correction, the originally sexy and charming dark-skinned hottie was beaten into a dark-skinned wild boar. Her face was so swollen that even Eldar probably wouldn't recognize her, and Malcador would have to shout "Xenos, die!"

"Yellow Skins, do you know your mistake?"

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have been greedy and given birth to you unfilial Rebellious son. Why are you treating me like this?"

"Why? You bastard, you're so stubborn! Since you're still so obstinate, then wait. After we finish this meal, we'll serve you properly and show you our filial piety."

Of all things under the heavens, food is the most important. After beating the Yellow Skins for 13 hours straight, even the Primarch felt a bit tired. The five siblings sat down on the ground and started Hot Pot in front of the Golden Throne.

The broth, glistening with blue oil, bubbled and churned. It was a rich stock made with the essence of the Tau, served with a dipping sauce of sesame paste and sesame oil. The freshly sliced Tyrannosaurus Rex meat only needed a quick dip in the sauce to release its aroma.

If there's one thing that Mordred finds most satisfying about the Empire, it's the sheer variety of Lifeform. In the past, he'd never even seen a live Tyrannosaurus Rex, let alone eaten one.

The Tau are even more exceptional. Although the diamond content in their flesh and blood is excessive, which would surely kill an ordinary person if they ate it, it is just right for Space Marine and even Primarch, and the taste is extremely delicious.

It's like magic that makes food delicious; you want to have a second bowl after finishing one, and it's even a bit addictive.

Experiments have revealed that the Tau contains a special trace component that can effectively promote the development of Gene-Seed, and is quite similar to the chemical substances secreted by the Magnificat, a special organ.

The Magnificat was one of the most important surgeries in the Primaris Conversion. It was designed to mimic the Primarch. For the Primaris Conversion Space Marine and Primarch, this thing was a great source of nutrition, much like an animal's craving for salt.

The Space Marine's genes can be traced back to the Primarchs, who in turn can be traced back to the Emperor and the Eldar.

Watching his five Rebellious son devour their food, the Emperor, smelling the aroma of meat, felt a strong urge to eat. He hadn't eaten for ten thousand years and had forgotten the wonderful feeling of food being chewed and bitten, sliding across his tongue.

So much so that the first thing he did after regaining his senses was to possess someone else's body, find a place to eat and drink to his heart's content, and experience that fake taste. But what is fake is ultimately fake.

Eating is the dividing line between the dead and the living. The Emperor was not dead; he was in a state of semi-death, a vegetative state.

Previously, he had no choice; his body had become a skeleton. Now, flesh and blood have grown back, and he has regained some of his five senses by eroding that erotic suit.

Under the Primarch's relentless beating, the Emperor's synchronization with the suit became even stronger. He could tolerate it before, but now, smelling that strange odor, every cell in the Yellow Skins's body was protesting against him.

"Is this meat tasty?"

"It's delicious, but you can't have any. Why, do you want a bite?"

Mordred picked up a piece of meat that was fully soaked in broth, raised his chopsticks, and held the meat up to the Emperor. But just before it touched the Golden Throne, he swallowed it whole.

"Hey, you want more meat? Dream on."

"That's right, that's right, Second Brother, don't mind him, hurry up and finish eating, there's a second round. I have to teach this unfilial father a lesson for my grandparents whom I've never met."

Luojia was clearly furious. The more he used to admire his father, the more disappointed he was in the Emperor. It wasn't just disappointment; he was disgusted.

In fact, Luojia didn't care about her experience of being tormented by that dark, evil fire. What she cared about was the Emperor's indifferent tone. Even if he had said something like "You've had a hard time," or simply called her "daughter," she wouldn't have reacted so strongly.

Honestly, there's nothing to say about this kind of person. If they even had a mouth, they wouldn't act like they don't. Luojia can accept being used as a pressure relief valve because the empire needs her, but she cannot accept the Emperor's attitude.

There were so many possible answers, yet you chose the one with the highest entertainment value. We know you lack emotional intelligence, and we've already lowered our expectations to the bare minimum. Using the original source as a tool is one thing, but don't tools need maintenance?

Farmers who work in the fields all know that after watering the land, they should wipe the mud off their shovels and put their farm tools in a shed to prevent them from rusting on rainy days.

"Still eating meat? You're just venting your anger with that mouth of yours. You deserve to starve to death."

"Luojia, how could you say such cold words? Have you forgotten how much you admired me back then?"

"Because I was blind then, are you satisfied now, Your Emperor!"

Old Man Huang felt his heart break. Luojia had always called him father, but now she was calling him Emperor. He didn't care why Luojia had become like this, and could only look to his most Fealty and sharp sword for help.

The Lion King still has a sense of shame. Despite his savage nature, he is, after all, the Knight of Knights. When the Dark Angels is not insane, his Morality standards are extremely high, and he will even help deliver babies.

Faced with the Emperor's gaze, the Lion King neither mocked nor pleaded, but simply stared blankly, while his hands did not stop, eating meat faster than anyone else.

As for Mortarion, Mortarion didn't even look up, focusing only on eating meat and vegetables; to him, his father was long dead.

Nakhre, his first adoptive father, was a Xenos who was shot in the head and turned into a specimen by Little Mo. His second adoptive father was Nurgle, who not only used his offspring to blackmail him but also betrayed him at the last minute, pressing the unwanted power of death onto him.

As for what Emperor is, he's just a biological father.

Needless to say, Guilliman, unlike the other Primarchs who couldn't even come up with a complete set of parents, and were lucky to have an expensive adoptive father, Guilliman both parents.

King Konnor raised him like his own son, making him a prince from the start and gifting him Macragge and his surrounding world right from the beginning. Which Primarch could be as lucky as Guilliman with such a perfect start?

When Guilliman was eight years old, the territory he controlled was larger than the Serenity 50 Worlds that Mordred had painstakingly built up over half a lifetime, and Macragge was even rated as the safest world in the Empire.

As for Lady Yuton's prestige, it goes without saying. Shameless guys like Mordred and Koz are even vying for his mother's affections. Don't you guys have mothers? No, wait! My biology dad didn't even have a mother!

Honest people can be the most insane when they get angry. Guilliman skipped over the Emperor and started cursing his biological grandparents, muttering things like, "Father is unfilial, you two have been humiliated."

The Hot Pot meal was so exciting that I didn't give the Yellow Skins any time to ramble on; the second playthrough started immediately.

Each time, he would beat the weasel for 13 hours straight, then eat to replenish his energy, repeating this endlessly. After completing the 13th playthrough, the Yellow Skins finally couldn't take it anymore, burst into tears, and made a profound Confession.

"Stop hitting me, I know I was wrong."

"Ugh, so tell me, what did you do wrong?"

"I shouldn't have pretended to be sick and lazy, I shouldn't have played dumb, I shouldn't have lied to you. I'm so hungry, please give me something to eat."

Hearing this, the crowd looked at each other, clearly some of them were starting to soften, but Mordred wasn't. He knew this Yellow Skins best; back then, he had written a guarantee to himself twice, twice in total!

"Alright, Yellow Skins, no, Old Man Huang! I can feel your sincerity."

"You want to eat? Sure, I promise you can eat your fill."

With two crisp snaps, Mordred snapped his fingers twice, and the dungeon gates opened instantly. A group of Dog-men clad in golden armor filed in, Dog-men carrying two baskets: one of fried chicken and the other of onions.

It is well known that Serenity land nurtures people; everything grows exceptionally large there. Even millet, which is traditionally considered millet, grows as big as Corn kernels in Serenity.

The Serenity free-range chickens, which eat grasshoppers and seeds when hungry and drink dew when thirsty, are unusually large. A single yellow-skinned crispy chicken leg is as big as a mace, and an onion is the size of a watermelon.

To be fair, the Emperor does indeed enjoy Serenity Fried Chicken, and he's not the only one who likes it; Vulkan also enjoys it. However, Vulkan doesn't like to eat fried chicken with onions to cut through the richness; he prefers Iced Watermelon instead.

When the first Dog-men put down the iron basket in his hand, the Emperor didn't pay any attention, but he soon realized something was wrong, because the Dog-men didn't stop at all, but instead kept carrying it towards him.

But Mordred wasn't some lowlife like the Emperor; he wouldn't stoop to such a monotonous diet. Since it was about feeding someone, how could they be without their Serenity Vegetables? After all, Serenity Vegetables were famously filling.

As basket after basket of food was set down, Bane, the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes, who was over ten feet tall, with strong arms as thick as his head, and an extremely imposing and powerful physique, knelt on one knee and reported to Mordred, "Reporting to the Great Chieftain, I have brought the three men in."

"Good, as expected of my capable general. Quickly, invite those three valiant warriors in."

"No need, we're already here!"

Before they appeared, their voices preceded them. Accompanied by a strange background music playing, accompanied by an auntie trying to calm them down, three greasy, muscular Adeptus Custodes Guards dressed in very little clothing descended from the sky.

Just by standing there, you could feel their terrifyingly strong aura. Even Embryonic Killer like Zhuang Sen couldn't help but take a step back and subconsciously swallow.

It's no wonder the Lion King acted this way, because these three were men among men, the most masculine of men, the Adeptus Custodes of the Adeptus Custodes. Even a fearless and fierce man like Mordred would have to admit defeat to these peerless powerhouses—one Adeptus Custodes and three Kiya!

To prevent them from being offended, the three leaders of the Second Imperium, after taking control of Holy Terra, directly exiled these three beauties to Armageddon. They sent these three gay men under the moon to Guerilla Warfare a guerrilla war against hundreds of millions of Orks.

Thirty years have passed, and these three strange creatures are still perfectly fine. On the contrary, they have established a base on the continent of Armageddon, and eventually the Wolf King and Sisyphus led their legions to their aid.

"Reporting to the Great Commander, the mission is complete."

"Excellent! You truly are pillars of the empire. Even a piece of toilet paper has its uses. With the three of you here, our empire is thriving! I will reward you handsomely."

"No!" the three Adeptus Custodes exclaimed in unison. "Serving the Empire is our duty. Fealty is the best reward. We don't need any reward!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Sen looked surprised, as if his famous saying had been tainted by these three devils. However, Mordred, who could become the Great Commander, did not have such psychological resentment. Instead, he used his signature move, "Walking Arm-in-Arm."

"Raise your head. As the saying goes, those who have made contributions should be rewarded handsomely. As the Great Commander, if I cannot clearly distinguish between rewards and punishments, I will be letting down all the soldiers who have trusted and loved me."

Today I will reward the three of you for your merits, and your reward will be to personally serve His Majesty at his meals.

"Ah!" Like the monks of Astanta, the Adeptus Custodes did not pursue material enjoyment too much. Gold and silver were meaningless to them, but personally serving the Emperor a meal was a different story.

"Really? Your Great Commander!"

"Nothing could be more real than this! What are you waiting for? The vegetables will clump together if you wait any longer! Quickly feed His Majesty some fried chicken!"