Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 891 Dimension 1 - Don Quixote

“I just don’t understand why he insisted on having us all together for Easter.”

Angron sighed helplessly, closed the door of the SUV, and Mortarian, wearing a mask in the back seat with his hands in his pocketed hoodie, glanced at Angron upon hearing this.

"It's obvious,"

"He's sick," Motarian said slowly.

The white-haired youth looked up at the place they had arrived at after a four-hour drive—a lonely castle nestled in the forest. The castle was clearly quite old, with clumps of vines resembling octopus tentacles covering its dirty walls.

Mortarian frowned almost imperceptibly, then repeated himself with certainty.
"He's sick."

…………

An hour later, Mortalian, sitting dead-looking in a corner of the long table in the hall, believed that what he said was absolutely correct.

Their father, Neos, was now solemnly seated at the head of the long table—compared to his serious and dignified appearance, he had no proper job and was merely a minor nobleman who lived off his ancestors' inheritance.

However, he was lucky.

Among his adopted sons, there are outstanding money-making machines like Killieman and Fugen. Fugen is a super internet celebrity, while Killieman started an internet investment company with his pocket money at the age of thirteen.

So Neos generously agreed that Killieman's fourteenth birthday gift would be the right to manage their entire family's assets.

At his birthday party, Guilliman was moved to tears by his father's trust and recognition. Mortalian had also mistakenly been a little jealous of Guilliman—he thought that none of his brothers would not be jealous of Guilliman at that time, and the Lion even tried to have a duel with Guilliman that night.

However, the current Killeman probably wants to go back and smash his former self, the one who readily agreed to manage the money, with a brick—managing the money—

Managing Neos's family property, in particular, is an extremely thankless and arduous task, not to mention the low-probability events that Neos might randomly cause.

Unfortunately, Killieman's damn sense of responsibility has trapped him, so now he is in charge of the family trust fund and family assets, and everyone's monthly allowance has been increased by several zeros.

Given Killman's intelligence, he could have simply found someone to act as his agent, but Neos was too much of a troublemaker—for example, just two months ago, Killman received a bill that would last longer than his life, as Neos attempted to escape the mental hospital that was housing him and successfully burned down three entire streets along with the hospital.

Oh, right, yes, their father is a schizophrenic who only developed symptoms in recent years—actually, it's only in recent years that his adopted sons have been able to tie someone up and send them to a mental hospital—he had shown signs of illness much earlier.

For example, someone might stubbornly claim to be an emperor and spout nonsensical statements like "the world needs saving," or appear at your bedside in the middle of the night with a sword, asking if you've fallen into depravity.

Regardless of whether you answer yes or no, he will draw his sword and attack you.

Apart from Horus and Vulcan, everyone else had long been fed up with Neos.

A year ago, Saint Gilles pretended to invite Horus to travel the world, tricking Horus, who was wholeheartedly staying by his father's side, away. Then, his other brothers joined forces and tied up Horus, throwing him into a mental hospital overnight.

It wasn't that they didn't love him; on the contrary, they specifically chose a top-notch mental hospital and nursing home for Neos, with top-notch nursing and medical staff, and an escape prevention system comparable to a prison.

Then Neos ran away during one of his episodes.

A week later, Neos's old friend Macardo called Alpharis, saying that Neos had come to his side—honestly, the mental hospital where Neos was being held was in Great Britain, while Macardo was on vacation in Angola at the time. How could a guy dressed in a hospital gown, without a cell phone and without a penny, have traveled so far?!

In short, Neos is truly an extraordinary person.

Regarding schizophrenia, Neos's children have researched a lot of information. Even Anglon's graduate thesis at Harvard was on various variants of schizophrenia. They have been trying to cure Neos.

After three years of treatment with Neos, Angron announced that he was giving up.

"If we continue treatment, either I'll go crazy, or he will."

These are Angron's original words.

Since Angron had given up on the psychological and spiritual aspects, the task fell to Mortalian. Mortalian did not specialize in neurology; he simply loved studying pharmacology—but it was obvious that Neos's resistance to the drug was also unique.

Motalian had only ever seen this kind of drug resistance in his college roommate, Hades.

Anyway, getting back to the point, after a hard-fought struggle—mainly one-sided mental torture by Neos—Motalian gave up.

As long as it doesn't involve murder or arson, let it be.

Neos has been blacklisted by the mental hospital, so now his brothers are taking turns looking after him.

Horus is the one who is looking after Neos this month. At this moment, the eldest son is standing behind Neos's chair with a worried expression, looking as if he is about to cry.

"This will be the last holiday I spend with you all."

Wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, with a phone number and address tag on his wrist, Neos spoke calmly.
"Is he having another episode?" Mortarian stared intently into Neos's eyes—those brown pupils were calm and undisturbed, as if they held an entire world within them—and he didn't seem to be having an episode.

Neos stood up calmly and glanced with satisfaction at his children sitting on the table. He saw peaceful, happy, and ordinary lives, and he was genuinely happy for them.

If his children knew what he was thinking right now, they would probably be speechless—ordinary? Everyone present was a young and promising individual, even the supposedly worst-off Kurtz was the uncrowned king of the global underground mercenary world.

However, these people are gathered here only because their father wants to see them.

Nios sighed, as if relieved, and smiled warmly. The emperor happily raised his goblet, the crystal-clear, valuable wine flowing within.

"I'm so glad you're all here—to spend our last holiday together—"

Neos raised his glass, gesturing for his children to join him in the celebration, but clearly none of them wanted to sit with him—his children stared at each other blankly.

Finally, Fugen spoke first. This darling of the fashion world and high society had shimmering silver hair sprinkled with some kind of glitter. Compared to Motalian, who was wearing a hoodie and jogger pants, Fugen was dressed much more fashionably. Motalian couldn't even tell what season it was from Fugen's clothes.

Fugen blinked, looking cautiously at Neos.

"Father, I...I think we don't quite understand what you mean by 'the last one'?"

Behind Neos, Horus sighed deeply and turned his head away.

Horus's actions made his brothers even more uneasy, but Neos only smiled more broadly and spoke with pride.
"I'm going to slay the dragon and save the world—after that I won't disturb your happy lives anymore—I'm glad you're all free here, that fate wasn't so cruel. Thank you Hades, thank you for severing fate."

Okay, I'm having a relapse.

Almost everyone present breathed a sigh of relief. Fugen's cautiousness immediately eased considerably, and the silver-haired man continued to speak.
"Slaying a dragon...? That sounds difficult, but if I may be so bold, how do you intend to find the dragon? And how do you plan to kill it?"

Dragons? Just kidding. Where would you find dragons in the 21st century? These creatures only exist in fantasy literature. But if Neos insists, Guilliman could buy a Jurassic Park and turn it into a unique, one-man dragon-slaying theme park just for Neos.

Fugen maintained his perfect smile, waiting for his adoptive father's rambling answer, but unexpectedly, Neos's expression suddenly turned serious, and the air pressure around him suddenly dropped.

"Dragons are everywhere."

He said that, and then gently shook his head.
“Ignorance is no excuse. The condition for the curse to be triggered is knowledge. I cannot tell you too much, but this will be a difficult and painful battle. Regardless of the outcome, I will be corrupted. I cannot bring this corruption to you. I cannot take away your lives again without your consent. This is the corruption of fate, which even Hades cannot sever.”

"and many more,"

Saint Gilles, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, his tone gentle.

"Father, what is this Hades you speak of? Is he a friend of yours?"

"Hades is Hades."

The emperor said, laughing, “Thank Him, this place is truly comfortable.”

Mortalian sensed something was amiss—it could just be a coincidence, Hades—Pluto—it could just be a coincidence, it couldn't possibly be that the mysterious person Neos was talking about was Mortalian's college roommate.

Just then, Angron, who was standing next to Mortalian, suddenly tugged at Mortalian's hoodie slightly.

“Motalian,” Angron lowered his voice, “he said Hades—could it be Hades?”

Impossible, absolutely impossible, these two people have absolutely no connection.

Hades—the second friend Mortalian made a few years ago after escaping his family of origin—the first being Karas.

At that time, Motalian had a poor relationship with almost everyone in his family, so he threw away the bank card that Guilliman had given him and embarked on a journey to study at a university in a foreign country.

In college, he was assigned to a four-person room, and his roommates were Callas, Galo, and Hades.

Karas slept in the lower bunk and, like Motalian, was a medical student. He always looked gloomy. His father, an Indian, had run away, and his mother was in the hospital with tubes inserted to treat stomach cancer. The monthly medical bills could stretch from one end of the dormitory to the other.

Karas's bunkmate is Galo, a social science student, a serious guy, an old-money American, very rich but not as rich as Mortalian's family. He would seriously tell Mortalian, Karas, and Hades not to go to bars and drink heavily at night.

Motalian originally slept in the lower bunk of another bed, nothing much to say about him, except for his crazy old father.

His bunkmate was Hades, an engineering student, a mysterious guy with prematurely gray hair, but he was very close to Mortalian. It was Hades who led Mortalian to his first curfew escape by climbing over the wall. Later, the group of them drove to all sorts of strange places to eat local specialties, went on a desert-like trip to the rainforest, pooled their money to start a company and then helped Karas's family. When they didn't have enough money, they borrowed from loan sharks and got chased by gangsters. Basically, it was all Hades's idea.

Strangely enough, when Mortalian, carrying a lot of bags and exhausted, pushed open the dormitory door, the first thing he saw was that guy with spiky hair typing on his desk.

Hearing a noise at the door, Hades turned around and saw Mortarian carrying a manure-colored canvas bag.

Hades was taken aback.
“I thought you’d be taller, old Mo.”

?

A strange sense of familiarity washed over him; it was odd. Mortalian didn't know why, and he blurted it out himself.

"I originally thought you would be fatter...wider."

Hades laughed and got up to help Mortalian with his luggage.
"How about we switch beds? I'll be on the top bunk, Mortalian, I'm afraid I'll collapse the bed and fall on you."

How do you know my name?

“New student enrollment list, buddy, this is Hades.”

"Hello, Hades."

Of course, they didn't change beds at first; Mortalian wasn't as outgoing as Hades.

Later, he didn't want to change it anymore because of the continuous rain. Several small, cute mushrooms grew on the part of Mortarion's bed against the wall. Whenever Mortarion lay on his bed and turned to face the wall, he would see those cute little guys, which made him feel at ease.

When Mortarian was a child, his bedroom was on the shady side of the first floor. He would often climb out the window at night, and outside the window was a dark corner of the garden where shade-loving ferns grew luxuriantly. This was Mortarian's earliest memory: a small, quiet garden that went unnoticed.

He naturally didn't tell the other people in the dormitory about this, otherwise Karas would have sarcastically sprayed his little mushrooms with diluted toilet cleaner, but the matter was soon exposed.

The reason was simple: one night while sleeping, Hades managed to collapse the bed. The poor, thin wooden planks could no longer support the unbearable weight of life and snapped in half.

Hades, still fast asleep, was like a constipated person squatting on the toilet, letting out a resounding, dramatic thud as he fell into the water with a splash. Except, instead of water, he was submerged in the pitiful, brittle Mortarian.

When Karas returned from his all-night part-time job that day, he was greeted by a shocking sight as soon as he opened the door: Hades and Mortarian were sprawled out in an X-shape on the lower bunk, while the upper bunk was completely wrecked. Hades was still snoring and sound asleep—Mortarian—Mortarian was also silent, seemingly a little dead.

Karas let out a sharp, explosive sound and kicked Hades away with a flying kick.

Hades slid to the ground, and Mortarion finally let out a gasp, the first breath he had taken after suffocating for so long.

Karas called Garo, who was studying all night in the study room, and urged him to come back and drive Mortalian to the hospital. The result was that Mortalian had seven broken ribs. The doctor was amazed by Mortalian, saying that his lungs had been compressed for so long that he should have suffocated to death long ago.

The reason is simple: Mortarian likes to wear masks, many, many layers of masks, so many masks that it seems to train his ability to take in oxygen.

In short, after they took Mortarian back bound hand and foot, Hades was still fast asleep on the floor, showing no signs of waking up.

Without hesitation, Karas went up and kicked again.

This isn't Hades' fault. Hades is the second person in the Mortalian after Nyorus to suffer from a strange and unusual illness, specifically characterized by being in a state of constant unconsciousness.

No matter what he was doing, Hades would suddenly fall asleep, and the duration of his sleep would vary, ranging from a few seconds to a week.

When Hades suffers a spell of narcolepsy, no one can wake him up, no matter how hard they try, as if the body named Hades has no soul at all—the body's owner has temporarily left.

Hades had told them that he was in perfect health and had been to the hospital for checkups many times. He had come to America to study in order to see if he could find a doctor who could cure his illness.

This condition is dangerous. As Hades grew older, the symptoms became more and more frequent, requiring someone to always be with him to ensure he wouldn't suddenly fall asleep while crossing the street or collapse on the stairs. Usually, the person with Hades was Mortarian—Karas often complained to them that Hades was too heavy, and Karas couldn't hold Hades back when he was about to fall to the ground by himself.

Mortarion was able to hold Hades back without being dragged down by him.

But that's no longer the case. After Hades woke up and saw Mortarian bound hand and foot, he let out a sharp, explosive sound—and then dutifully brought Mortarian food for seven months.

Incidentally, when Garo went back to clean up his broken bed in the dormitory, he found the Mortarion Cute Mushrooms, and this meticulous guy naturally sprayed them to death with disinfectant.

Mortarian was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do.

Then, at the end of the seventh month, when Mortalian was almost fully recovered, Hades unexpectedly collapsed on the street during a brief, solitary outing to buy food, and there happened to be a garbage truck slipping on the roadside next to him due to the rain.

When Hades returned without bringing food, Mortarian, who went out to look for him, witnessed the half-human figure lying in the street.

The General Tso's Chicken Rice that Hades bought for him splattered around his feet.

Hades spent a full year in the hospital, and a scar running across his left cheek remained on his face forever.

Mortarian felt guilty about this and vowed to cure, or at least alleviate, Hades's symptoms. He introduced Angron to Hades for this purpose—which was perhaps a psychological illness.

After that accident, Hades seemed to become a bit of a stranger. Mortalian couldn't explain why, but his words weren't as sharp and accurate as those of Magnus or Loka.

If Mortalian had to describe it, he would say that he felt the shadows in Hades' ward were deeper than those in the other wards.

Hades has become more unfamiliar, more distant, more...repulsive?
Hades then dropped out of school. His symptoms worsened, but fortunately, the company that had previously earned money for the Karas family's medical expenses was now able to cover Hades' medical costs. So Hades chose a sanatorium far from the city to focus on his treatment.

It's less about curing an illness and more about simply staying alive; Hades seems to have given up on treatment.

Mortalian was distressed by this, but Hades seemed to accept it and even comforted Mortalian and Karas. Later, Mortalian learned that Karas had also secretly visited Hades alone and given Hades a sweater knitted by his mother.

As Hades progressed through half of his graduate studies at Mortalian, he became increasingly lucid, sometimes only managing to be lucid for one day out of three, which was considered a good condition.

Hades wore the sweater that Callas had given him and slept year after year in a remote, small, and dilapidated sanatorium far from the city.

Mortarian still hasn't given up on treatment—Hades is clearly more worthy of his time and effort than Neos. He has discussed this with Angron many times, trying to find some clues from Hades's psychological counseling during his lucid moments.

Clearly, they had all failed, until one day, after drinking until the early hours of the morning, Angron suddenly had a stroke of good fortune and, drunkenly, grabbed Mortarion and said,
“I always had a feeling that Hades and Neos were similar in some ways—Hades told me about his experience of being in a coma. He wasn’t completely oblivious. He said he could sense some dark presences—he said he had seen the false god Mortarion. Neos said something similar to me. He said there are false gods in the world.”

"When did you become like Luo Jia, Anglong?"

Mortarian was very impatient.

“No, no, no,” Anglong shook his head violently, “Their descriptions of the existence have some… some very strange similarities. Although the descriptions are chaotic and fragmented, I have sorted through their entire three-year record files, and there are at least twenty details that match certain descriptions.”

“I’m even a little scared… This isn’t something we can understand… No, something we should understand.”

Mortarion trusted Angron, but he didn't trust Nyus at all, so these things were forgotten.

Hades continued to lie in bed and sleep soundly.

until today--

Hades.

Neos spoke of Hades.

Saint Gilles' smile at the dinner table became slightly awkward, and he repeated Neos's words.

"Pluto is Pluto... Father, you still haven't explained who Pluto is, whether he is male or female, or where you met him. You're avoiding the question again."

Neos blinked, looked at Saint Gilles, and spread his hands.

"Then come and see for yourselves, for Hades is right here, just as dragons are everywhere."

Mortarian's heart began to race. He didn't understand what Nyos was saying; it was all too strange, especially Angron's reminder. Angron seemed uneasy as well, constantly looking around, trying to find something.

They seemed to be watching something in the gaps of their consciousness, and therefore being watched in return. Did Hades really have no problems at all? No, on the contrary, Mortarian was actually the first to notice the anomaly, where the shadows were always darker and the light seemed to be swallowed up—but he never said it, stubbornly believing it was some kind of psychological trauma of his own.

After all, this is a world that values ​​science.

The sound of the car engine gradually grew closer from afar, and the wind picked up, pounding against the door.

Mortalian found all of this impossible, too absurd. Hades should still be lying in an American sanatorium, not appearing outside a castle in the middle of nowhere on a small island in Great Britain.

Neos put down his wine glass.

“They arrived earlier than I expected,” he said. “It seems to be an urgent matter.”

No, this is just the ramblings of a schizophrenic, hysteria.

Neos pulled out a chair and strode toward the hall's exit. His children were startled and quickly stood up to try and pull Neos away, but Mortarion and Angloon remained seated, staring intently at the door.

The sound of hurried footsteps grew louder and louder at the other end of the door.

"Father, you can't leave."

"My father, at least finish this meal, we all look forward to seeing you—"

Boom! Everything was swallowed up by the sudden downpour. A pale green lightning bolt streaked across the sky, burning away the words of pleas for him to stay. The children screamed and cursed, futilely chasing after an emperor who was resolutely leaving. The hall was empty, but not so empty that they could not catch up no matter what.

Neos walked quickly, but not so fast that even if they ran at full speed, they couldn't catch up.

Everything happened so fast that no one understood what was going on. Perhaps Angron and Mortarion had grasped a part of the story, but the truth was too horrifying and incomprehensible, as unbelievable as SpongeBob dancing on the dining table.

Mortarian watched helplessly as Neos walked to the gate—

Bang! The door opened, pushed open from the other side, and Neos didn't touch it.

On the other side of the door is—

what--

Mortarian trembled.

There is nothing there.

The corridor was empty, devoid of anything, yet incredibly dark, so dark it defied description. The darkness seemed to witness everyone's presence, and upon seeing it, everyone's soul trembled. Horus, who was leading the way, even instinctively took a step back. That darkness—no, don't go there.

The soul will be devoured.

The soul will be destroyed.

Something that is not understood, not recognized, and not noticed.

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"Don't go over there, Father!"

Horus shouted hoarsely, trying his best to keep going forward, but Neos, no, the Emperor, smiled, and a hazy, faint warm light seemed to shine around him, illuminating his last figure in the vast darkness.

"I love you all. Remember to live your lives to the fullest. Nothing will disturb you."

Nios said, turning and walking into the darkness.

boom!
The door slammed shut again, as if it were all over. Horus screamed and collapsed to the ground. Saint Gilles helped him up, Guilliman called the police, Fugan held Finus and wept beside him, Magnus slumped in a corner of the dining table, and Dorn tried to rush to the door—

Dorn opened the door.

There was nothing outside the door, but the candlelight in the corridor was burning brightly.

Mortarian stood frozen in place, as if unable to move, his whole body trembling.

He felt that the darkness gave him one last look.

The next moment, the phone rang.

Motalian suddenly regained his mobility. He took out his phone; it was a call from Karas.

He stiffly pressed play, held the phone to his ear, and heard Karas's anxious shouts coming from the other end.

"Hades is gone! The damn sanatorium said he was in bed this afternoon, and just a few hours later, he's gone! The security cameras are all broken, it's all black."

Mortarian moved his lips.

"I……"

He glanced outside with all his might; the night was pitch black, a violent storm raged, and lightning ripped through the sky.

“I know where he is.”

"What? Great! Mortalian, how's Hades doing? If he's awake, give him the phone, I'm going to fucking call him an idiot!"

Karas seemed to breathe a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone, but Mortarian just stared blankly out of the castle—at the profound silence that was isolated by the castle.

"Hades will not be coming back."

Motalian said.

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After that day, Angron burned all of Neos and Hades' files, and then announced that he would turn his hobby into a serious career as a boxer instead of continuing as a psychologist.

They went on with their lives, and no one discussed what had happened that night or why their adoptive father had disappeared. A certain intuition and fear prevented them from moving forward.

Mortarian had tried to find it, but with that night, everything vanished.

Later, the photos, videos, audio recordings, and all records related to Hades that they had collected began to mysteriously degrade. In the photos of the four people, only one person's position was covered by black fog until their faces were completely unrecognizable. The videos stored on the cloud drive were covered by black mosaics...

Later, they went to Callas's house for a meal—Callas was married and had two sons and a daughter. Callas named his eldest son Hades as his middle name.

That day in the courtyard, Karas's three children were playing, climbing all over Gara. Karas had gone to grill meat, while Mortarian sat in a wicker chair, holding an iced cola in his hands, quietly listening to Karas's mother's rambling.
Callas's mother recovered well and lived to see Callas get married and start a family, even growing old enough to develop Alzheimer's and have poor memory.

"That little Hades loves this cola,"

Karas's mother suddenly looked at the cup in Motalian's hand and said,

“I’m so grateful to him. My son is stubborn. If it weren’t for Hades holding him back… and even trying to help me raise money for medical expenses, every time Hades comes to visit me, I ask the caregiver to buy this Coke.”

"—It's been a long time since I've seen Hades—no, did he come last week? I remember he came to see me alone and asked how my memory was. My eyesight isn't good anymore, things are all blurry, I couldn't see the child's face clearly. Why didn't he come today? Is something wrong?"

Mortarian lowered his head and smiled. The bubbles in his cola struggled to break through the layers of ice, rose to the surface, and then popped softly with a crackling sound.

"Something came up; he went to slay a dragon."

"Oh dear, you young man, you're always making fun of this old woman. There's no such thing as a dragon in the world."

Yes, there are no dragons in the world.

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