Living by Sincerity

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Jia hugged Han Mingxuan so tightly that Han Mingxuan almost suffocated.

Finally, he had to pat Jia on the shoulder to get her to let go of him.

"Are you possessed by Slaanesh?"

"How could that be? Have you forgotten? Blackstone Technology and gene technology are my specialties," Jia said.

"What were you doing just now?"

"I'm just happy, happy for you, and happy for myself."

Happy?

Is it really necessary to be this happy?

"What's there to be happy about?"

"You don't understand. In this dark world, I see mostly depravity in humans, and only embers in the Necrons."

"But in Nostramo, I discovered a glimmer of hope. I had thought this was your limit, that you had done enough."

"Only now do I realize that everything on Nostramo is insignificant compared to your ideals and beliefs."

"Sometimes I wonder if what you've shown in Nostramo is enough to shoulder the burden of my people's revival."

"Now it seems I was overthinking everything; I underestimated you."

"You're worried, Jia."

Han Mingxuan's words silenced Jia; he was right.

"You know I only had three spots available, but now they're all taken, so you're worried and scared."

Hearing Han Mingxuan's words, Jia sat down beside him and slowly nodded.

"Trazyn didn't have any selfish motives in Resurrection me, the Overlord of the biological realm, but I did."

"At first, I thought there was one spot left, and in my heart, that spot was reserved for the Silent King."

"But then Orikan came, he took one spot, and then there were no more spots left."

"Admittedly, at the last minute I had a change of heart and ultimately used the last spot for myself."

"I also want to relive the feeling of being alive, but after I came back to life, regret has been haunting me ever since."

"According to the optimal solution, I will become the Silent King's woman. I know it's crazy, but I am the top Overlord in the biological field, and I can make the Necrontyr appear on a large scale in a short period of time."

But fate is fickle.

"So Jia, you're afraid—afraid that the remaining spots won't appear for you, afraid that I won't keep my promise."

"Yes, Old Han," Jia said, "Now that the Silent King's Resurrection seems hopeless, I've turned my attention to you."

"???"

Han Mingxuan looked at Jia, completely puzzled.

"I want your genes, regardless of feelings, at least you're bound to the Necrontyr, and that's all I can do."

"Pfft."

Han Mingxuan stared at Jia for a long while, and finally smiled.

"Haha, Jia, I never expected that you, the most Overlord of the three, would make such an impulsive decision."

"What... what are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you. Why don't you try to trust your own people, like Orikan, like Lao Xin?"

"They have just as many thoughts as you do, but they have no doubt about racial revival."

"But Trazyn is a spoiled brat, Orikan is a wizard."

"A spoiled brat can still be a spoiled brat because he still has his family fortune. As for wizards, who says wizards can't see the truth?"

"Actually, it's not your fault. After all, you're a scientist. Being too rational can make you lose some of your emotional side, such as the ability to trust."

You'd rather believe the data than people's hearts.

"But as Teacher, my motto is to be honest and to conduct myself with honesty."

I don't make promises lightly, but when I do, I mean what I say.

"And let me tell you a little secret."

"Huh? What?"

"Come closer."

Jia leaned closer to Han Mingxuan: "Right now, I can Resurrection at most half of the Necron Dynasty world, but that's very dangerous. If I do that, I'll have to sleep for a long time."

?!?!

"So don't worry, I'm just too busy right now. I'll prepare when I have the chance."

So what do you plan to do?

"Solemnace."

Yes, after all, he and Trazyn are practically inseparable.

Han Mingxuan only had one share of the original stock, which was taken by that big-bellied playboy. He was really quite resentful.

However, this way, their ethnic revival would be free of any worries.

"Old Han..."

Clatter.

Jia was about to make a move, Han Mingxuan reached out and blocked her mouth.

"Men and women should not touch each other, stop!"

"Stinky nose."

"Jia, do me a favor."

"What's up?"

Although they joke around and play around, they dare not be careless when it comes to serious matters.

"Help me find some materials to make drums."

"Drum?"

"Yes, the big drum."

Deep within Palace of Slaanesh, Prince of Pleasure, who had been searching for the Aeldari's lost artifacts, now lay paralyzed on the ground.

"This feels amazing!"

The kiss mark that Pationa left on Han Mingxuan's hand to control her now became a faint connection between her and Han Mingxuan.

"However... those three old hags actually went to see Mr. Han secretly, how hateful!"

In the brief moment that Han Mingxuan made contact, Slaanesh learned of what he had experienced in Nuceria.

That's why He was angry.

Especially Nurgle.

That disgusting fat old woman actually said she was going to prepare a funeral for her Mr. Han!

Could that abandoned and suppressed authority be something that old, fat pig could simply obtain at will?

"Looks like I need to hurry, Mr. Han. I'm determined to make you fall in love with me, no matter what it takes!"

Han Mingxuan, far away in Nuceria, felt a chill run down his spine again.

"Uncle."

"What's wrong, Sevatar? Just say what you want to say, stop beating around the bush."

"You and Aunt Jia, that..."

Han Mingxuan looked at Sevatar, Sevatar eyes revealed the shrewdness and wicked smile unique to Nostramo Gang.

Which one is that?

"Are you... together or not?"

"Come closer, I'll tell you."

"Hehehe, okay, okay."

"Hiss!"

"Uncle, your ear is going to fall off."

"You little brat, you dare joke with me, huh? You think you're all grown up now?"

"No, no, we're just concerned about your marriage."

Han Mingxuan listened, and began to exert more force with his hands again.

"You? Who else?"

"Brothers of the Justiciar Legion."

Um?

These kids are just worrying about nothing.

"Don't worry about my affairs. Tell me, how's things going with Mortarion?"

"They're already in action, but I've received word that the nobleman is preparing to use the Butcher's Nails."

"For Angron?"

"Yes, and they even plan to have Angron and Oenomaus duel."

Oenomaus, an old gladiator, Angron's foster father.

It seems that my appearance has brought everything forward.