"Chaos Womb."
"How vicious."
"That twisted clone got one thing right: traitors did not deserve peace."
Qin Mo looked at the scene projected by Psychic Power. His heart was filled with mixed emotions, and he could not help sighing.
Then, almost instinctively, he put himself in the place of one of those turned into Chaos Wombs, imagining the unbearable terror and torment they had endured. Hatred for the Iron Warriors filled him.
"You have a strong capacity for empathy." The Emperor turned to look at Qin Mo. With his life experience, a single glance was enough for him to know exactly what Qin Mo was thinking.
Qin Mo nodded, admitting that it was true.
"But you always place yourself in the shoes of the weak in tragic events. That makes you bear pressures you should not have to bear," the Emperor added.
Qin Mo was silent for two seconds before replying, "Because a very, very long time ago, I was weak too."
The Emperor fell into thought.
Qin Mo, meanwhile, recalled an old memory.
It had been back when the Tyran Sector had not yet received the Departmento Munitorum's "recognition," when it was not yet a sector at all, but merely a small power expanding into neighboring star systems.
Although the Departmento Munitorum's recognition was not considered especially important—as shown by how Lord of Tyran was always used more often than Governor of Tyran—people did not believe Tyran should be merely a sector, nor that its leader should be merely a Governor.
Still, the Departmento Munitorum's recognition had been a symbolic event. It meant that, at least openly, the Imperium no longer viewed Tyran as a place occupied by heretics.
During that unusual period, Qin Mo had one day heard Anreda casually mention something. A mother and daughter had gone