"What had it heard?"
"Tell me. Maybe some of it could be useful in the fight against the enemies of the Real Universe, you know."
At least half of Qin Mo's seriousness was genuine at that moment.
He figured that after the Four Gods had fought one another for so long and so many times, they would surely be willing to expose each other's weaknesses.
Just like back in Slaanesh's domain—if Tzeentch had not shown up and promised to speak exactly three truths, Qin Mo would not have obtained those three pieces of information that seemed half true and half false to him.
As for the other half of his seriousness...
"The similarity between me sitting on the Throne and Khorne."
"And the comparison to his mental state during the Horus Heresy."
"And his suspicion that I must have stolen something of his to create Fulgrim, one of the Primarchs, even staging a play in which Keepers of Secrets pleased him over it."
Qin Mo was now one hundred percent certain that the Emperor before him was not the Human Emperor.
He had originally assumed that the human will was pretending to be inscrutable and impersonating someone else because it did not want to communicate with him. There had been precedent for that.
But if the human will had truly been here now, that fellow would definitely have stared at him with golden eyes and grinned foolishly. "Lord of Tyran? The Human Emperor got talked into retreating by that silver tongue of yours again. I'm Vanessa."
Only the true cold will of the Emperor would say such things with a blank expression.
"It seems that, as the god of desire, entertaining yourself is one of the essential skills," Qin Mo said with a complicated expression.
The Emperor nodded.
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