My Uncle Trazyn

"Old Han, you... hic... you're an absolute genius! A one-of-a-kind genius!"

After the meal, Sevatar and the others were washing the dishes, while Trazyn sat off to one side without a care for appearances.

What was a feast for the senses?

This was a feast for the senses!

"Quit going on about it. Here, take this."

"What is it?"

"Recipes. If you want to eat these dishes again, figure out how to make them yourself, or find someone to make them for you."

"All right, thanks."

"Don't mention it. We're not done yet."

"What is it?"

"What are you planning to do with your old metal body? There's a backup of your consciousness in there too."

"That metal body is enormous. You're not planning to leave it gathering dust in your museum, are you?"

"I was thinking about it."

Tsk.

"I don't understand how you think. Anyway, how you use it is up to you."

"Also, now that you have a soul, there are some things I need to make clear to you about the Warp."

"I know about the Warp, so I took that into account when I first designed this body. I incorporated some Necrontyr technology into it."

"To guard against Warp corruption."

Necrontyr technology?

It was probably something similar to Blackstone technology.

But Han Mingxuan didn't understand any of that, and he wasn't interested.

Necron technology was so advanced that it was almost unreasonable.

"That's not what I'm talking about. It's your soul. It's still very fragile right now."

Hearing that, Trazyn put aside his joking.

This concerned his soul. He had to understand it clearly.

Trazyn had absolute confidence in his new body.

He had used everything he had learned over his lifetime, as well as his lifetime's collection, to enhance it.

Not only would it live a long time, it could also travel through the universe in the flesh.

It could draw energy from any light source and exercise one hundred percent of the authority he'd had in his metal body.

As he was now, his body was frighteningly powerful.

But souls... he knew nothing about them.

And now, he meant something different to the Necrontyr.

He was a pioneer of resurrection. There were things he had to understand clearly.

"What should I do?"

"Don't panic. There are ways to strengthen a fragile soul. If we put the amount of soul an ordinary human has at ten, yours is only one right now."

"To nourish your soul and make it stronger, you need to read."

"Read?"

"Yes. This is my exclusive method of soul cultivation."

With that, Han Mingxuan handed Trazyn a classic work of literature he had prepared long ago.

"These characters... I can't read them. Is there a translation in a Gothic language?"

"Gothic languages won't work. Only the script I wrote this in will have any effect."

"Not being able to read it isn't a problem. I'll have someone teach you."

"Who?"

"Curze, come out here, all of you."

Curze and his brothers had been hiding in the kitchen, listening for a while. When they heard Han Mingxuan call them, they quickly came out and stood in a neat row.

"What do you think? My son and my nephews."

"Hmm. By human standards of beauty, excellent."

"Of course."

"Boys, this is Trazyn, a museum curator. He's very knowledgeable and has lived a long time. Call him Uncle."

"Hello, Uncle Trazyn!"

Whoa.

Hearing this group of young men call him uncle, Trazyn gave Han Mingxuan a curious look.

Old Han really was cunning, but experiencing this feeling again after tens of millions of years was a novelty.

"Good, good, good. Fine young men, all of you."

"You know my son Curze, so I won't say more about him."

"This is Sevatar, my best student and my eldest nephew."

"This is Talos. He's an excellent fighter, and he's quick-witted too."

"This is Shen. He's smart and clearheaded."

"This is Cyrion, a master assassin."

"This is..."

Han Mingxuan introduced the young men to Trazyn one by one.

Trazyn smiled and nodded.

What a strange feeling. He hadn't felt it in tens of millions of years.

"Listen up, boys. From today on, if there's anything you don't understand, you can ask Trazyn."

"Also, you and your uncle here are going to learn from each other."

"He'll teach you science, and you'll teach him literacy."

Then Han Mingxuan looked at Trazyn. "These are the teachers I found for you."

"Don't underestimate them. On this planet, these young men are all at master level."

"Once you've learned the basic writing system, you can start studying the ancient texts I gave you."

"Also, there should be a golden mark on your body. It's faint, but you can see it."

Trazyn held out his hand. Sure enough, there was a faint golden mark on his wrist.

It was a cane.

"This is your soul mark. It can never be erased, and it's proof that your soul exists."

Trazyn examined the mark curiously.

It really was remarkable. When he'd grown this body for himself, he hadn't seen it.

"Once the mark appears in full, your soul will be fine."

"All right, that's all I have to say. Trazyn, say a few words."

Trazyn took a moment to digest the information. Then he looked at the young men standing before him, and at the equally young Han Mingxuan.

How wonderful. The waters of civilization flowed like a mighty river, surging endlessly onward, in an eternal cycle.

"Old Han, Old Han, you really are cunning. But I accept it, hahaha."

"And I know what to do with that old pile of scrap metal now."

His old metal body was no use to him, but for these young men, it was useful-very useful.

"Boys, from now on, this collector will teach you technology and combat."

"Since Old Han has entrusted you to me, I won't go easy on you. I hope you can hold out when the time comes."

"Of course, I also hope you won't hold anything back when you teach me."

"Don't worry, Uncle. We definitely won't," Curze said with a smile.

"That's right. We'll teach you everything we've learned, Uncle."

"Hahahaha, good, good, good. You can start getting used to the intensity of the training, then. I'm going out for a stroll."

"Oh, right, Old Han, do you have any money?"

Money?

"What do you need that for?"

"To buy something to eat."

It looked like Trazyn the Infinite was about to become the infinite gourmet.

"Wait here. I'll go get you some."

Trazyn took the money and went out, happily strolling around and eating as he went.

The young men left behind, however, were in for a rough time.

"Boys, get ready. Acclimation training starts now."

The collector took them straight into a dimensional space, where large numbers of Necrons began to appear and spar with them.

The kind of sparring that could get them killed.

But to Trazyn, that was no problem.

He could simply turn back time.

Well, the members of the Eternal Night Justiciar Legion were in for a real ordeal now.

As for Trazyn?

This was delicious.

This was delicious too.

Being alive was fucking great!