The Golden Giant Burst Into Your Life

The Warp, a corner where no living soul could ever hope to find.

Accompanied by a roar, a figure clad in blood-red armor was pummeling a blue feathered monster, shouting as he struck, "Die, you blue-furred beast, you've broken the rules!"

Nearby, a green fatty was simmering a pot of thick soup, stirring it with a spoon from time to time, while a purple phantom gazed infatuatedly at the image of Hogg in the void, pink liquid seeping out from beneath him.

"Enough! You mindless wretch, all of this is according to the plan." Seizing a moment to dodge Khorne's beating, Tzeentch fled back to the card table, shrieking:

"Change, I see endless change," but this did not stop Khorne from catching up to continue the assault.

For Lyla Lynn, known as The Reef, who had endured the Unification Wars, the Battle of Luna, and endless fires of war, the present moment was far from calm—it was, in fact, rather nerve-wracking.

Twenty-seven Terran hours ago, a communication sent from Holy Terra was received, followed by the arrival of the Emperor's Bucephalus.

"Our Primarch's location has been found, do you know that? Lynn! Our father has returned, we have a gene-primarch!" Rossmanderson, clad in Mark II Power Armor and sporting a flashy hairstyle, paced back and forth on the bridge in excitement.

"Stop it, Ross, this is the fifth time you've asked me this. Of course! Our Primarch has returned. He is on a planet called Alicia, and in three Terran days, we will exit the Warp lanes, break through the Mandeville Point, and arrive in the vicinity of the planet where our Primarch resides. Damn it, I've answered you five times already; if you keep bouncing around in front of me, I'm going to cut your hair off."

Watching the battle-brothers before him, each with different features but all sporting bizarre hairstyles, a weary Lyla Lynn stroked the hilt of his sword, which emitted a faint green glow:

"Do you think Father will be satisfied with us? After all, our reputation isn't exactly stellar." The Legion Master of the XI Legion, the Dark Raiders, questioned the various Captains on the bridge.

...Everyone remained silent; no one could offer any guarantees. It was like waiting for exam results—longing to see the score but terrified of failing, a state of deep inner conflict.

"Sigh! I believe Father will be satisfied with us. Things have come to this, we shouldn't be here fantasizing. There is still time, let's go eat first," the acting Legion Master, Lynn, issued the order.

"Eat? Great! Great!" Heavy footsteps echoed from the cabins, and soon everyone gathered in the mess hall.

But anyone could feel the tense atmosphere permeating the warship; the many mortal Auxilia were not chatting or goofing off as they usually did, but had retreated to their own quarters.

And what was our gene-primarch doing? Selling pancakes!

As the saying goes, love the job you do. Hogg loved to eat, and even back in the wilderness, he had done his best to ensure his quality of life.

Moreover, Hogg had a voracious desire to explore the various foods within the current Imperium, wanting to taste everything, yet feeling something was off after he ate them.

For instance, the dough for the pancakes was made from powder ground from a blocky stalk; in this era, Komugi had long since gone extinct. The crop you see might look like Komugi, but it wasn't—it could be a special species from some other world.

Busy behind the counter, Hogg looked at the lady who was visiting for the 1,453rd time; every time, she came to buy a wrap.

Just as usual, after handing her the paper bag containing the food, the person opposite him issued an invitation once again, just as she had seven years ago after he saved her during a rebellion.

A vague intuition lingered in Hogg's mind, and this time, she gave a different answer.

"Lady, my journey is about to begin. Perhaps you could be my companion. Although I don't know if this is the beginning or the end of the road, who knows? So, tell me your name!"

"Emilia Aziz," the tall woman with neat blonde hair said her name aloud.

At that moment, a shadow cast down from the distant sky; a massive warship breached the sky above the hive city, its artificial might obscuring the natural heavens.

Accompanied by a surge of air pressure, warriors clad in golden power armor, wielding guardian spears, filed in, protecting the one who followed.

The visitors were not here with good intentions!!!

A majestic man appeared from behind; the golden radiance dispelled the shadows cast by the warship. Everyone present knelt, as if welcoming a god, while Hogg only felt it was noisy.

The majestic golden-armored warrior saw Hogg in the crowd at first glance: [My son, I am the Emperor, the Master of Mankind, your father.] Immediately, the Emperor extended his palm, gazing affectionately at the Primarch.

Honestly, any Primarch, even the rebellious ones, would struggle to handle this, but Hogg knew the Emperor's nature well. Although a voice whispered in his heart, "Follow him, follow him, follow him," this only made the usually calm Hogg feel a sense of irritation.

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Hogg looked at the Emperor's extended palm and reached out to grasp it. Two powerful hands locked together; the onlookers saw only a moving reunion, some even shedding tears of excitement, but Hogg's heart was not at peace.

"Do you want to buy a pancake?"

"..."

Bucephalus

A squad of Adeptus Custodes stood at the door. Emperor and the Primarch were inside—or more accurately, the two were just sitting quietly, staring at each other. Neither spoke, and eventually, Hogg could no longer endure it and was the first to ask his question.

"My father, may I address you as such?" With a nervous heart, Hogg posed his first question.

"..."

"You may. I am very happy you asked that, my eleventh son." Hearing the Emperor's reply, Hogg breathed a sigh of relief and decided to continue.

"Then, do you know the difference between me and your other sons? I mean the difference; I believe you should know what I am talking about."

"There is no need to be so nervous, my child. I understand your trepidation, and I know of the difference you speak. It is precisely because of your uniqueness that we have a chance to turn the tide."

"? You rummaged through my memories? You actually rummaged through my memories, you don't know—"

Smack!! A golden palm descended from the heavens, rapping Hogg on the skull.

"Damn it, I knew it was you. As expected, you've been monitoring me all along."

"..., not much. Your memories are toxic."

"Outworld Wanderer, that is what we call your kind. Every time you appear, it is accompanied by disaster. Whether for the Warp or the material universe, you are twisted, deformed, and mindless, gnawing at the barriers of the universe like worms. Not just me, but the others as well—as soon as we discover you, we eliminate you immediately." A cola materialized from the void and was placed opposite the Emperor.

Hogg downed the cola on the table in one gulp, the familiar taste stimulating his nerves. Since everything was out in the open, he no longer felt the need to hide anything. "Then why didn't you just wipe me out?"

Watching Hogg slide into the sofa like a pile of mush, completely letting his guard down, Emperor felt a flicker of regret over the decision he had made back then.

"No! Everything is going according to my plan!!" Following Emperor's reply, Hogg jumped off the sofa in a fright (ω)!

"F***, f***, f***, Old Man Yellow, don't scare me like that!"

A familiar golden slap descended, and Hogg, forced to sit obediently on the sofa, continued to listen to Emperor's explanation.

"You are different, Hogg! Compared to other Outworld Wanderer specimens that have been discovered, the moment you appeared—to use a phrase from your hometown:

Your existence was dimensionally reduced the moment you transmigrated into this world. You, a being of the pure physical universe, brought with you complex information that caused direct contamination. This contamination in the reality-based universe formed you, while the Warp, which does not belong to the physical universe, was partially devoured by you, creating a small black hole within the Warp to repair your incomplete reality."

As the second cola went down, Hogg licked his lips. The sweet, refreshing taste traveled from his tongue to his brain, and his Primarch-level intellect naturally analyzed the cola's formula, making the drink in his hand feel as if it were the real thing.

"When you manifested in the physical universe, you appeared on Terra—or perhaps you would be more familiar with the name Earth. Half a continental plate was swallowed by you directly, and only then did your state initially stabilize.

At that time, the Primarch Project was underway. The 11th Primarch had already failed due to severe mutation and contamination, and your appearance happened to fill that gap. At the same time, I used your existence to glimpse a portion of the future."

Listening to Emperor's account, Hogg was stunned. As expected of a gambler who loves a free ride; this was truly the style of Old Man Yellow.

However, even if he said it was only a portion, there was no telling if everything down to the underwear he wore as a child had been laid bare.