Sitting before the Brilliant Star Map, Lin Fan used the mouse to zoom in on the Milky Way, enlarging the planets densely spread across its spiral bands one by one. At first, Lin Fan felt a little lost. There were simply too many planets, dazzling his eyes, and he had no idea where to begin.
Orikan walked over and suggested, "Why not start with planets you know? Get familiar with the controls and the feeling first."
Lin Fan thought that made sense, so he first froze the image over Terra. He saw the socially anxious old father and his troublesome son pushing open the heavy gates together. At that moment, Lin Fan felt that all his efforts in this damned place had been worth it.
"Wonderful..." Lin Fan could not help sighing, but he also found it strange. If these Primarchs had been placed in his own time and space, none of them could have been considered good people. Every one of them had blood debts piled on their hands. Take Lion El'Jonson, for example—after awakening, he had killed many warriors loyal to the Imperium because of misunderstandings. Yet in the end, those mistakes were overlooked. The survivors even felt envy. To die at a Primarch's hands was practically a blessing one could never pray hard enough to receive.
But within Warhammer's worldview, their actions were not too bad. After all, this was a mad and brutal age. Being killed cleanly and swiftly truly was a blessing.
There were many things Lin Fan could not make sense of using his own values. He could only compare them to the original awful universe. As long as things had improved even a little, it counted as a significant victory.
Terra would get better. The world would get better.
With that thought, Lin