Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

No, but there are also very few negative emotions compared to these positive ones. These negative emotions are...

Are you grieving for us? Are you lamenting our plight?

Anglong couldn't help but ask, and he knelt down on one knee, looking down at the man.

He hated slave owners more than anything in his life, and he also hated kneeling to people more than anything else. But at this moment, only by kneeling on one knee could he express his respect and gratitude to this man, and also make it seem as if he was not questioning him.

He didn't want to be misunderstood by this man, he wanted

Show the other person your best side.

“Stand up, Angron,” the man said. “I know what kind of person you are. You don’t need to do this to me to avoid suspicion. I won’t misunderstand your attitude. You are a good, upright man. Your knees never need to and should never kneel down for anyone.”

“Good boy…” Anglong seemed a little flustered.

Although he has only been in this world for a few years, so he is actually only a few years old, with his abilities and talents, he has never regarded himself as a child, nor has anyone ever treated him as a child.

Even the elderly gladiator Eunouchaus, who was somewhat like a father to him, did not see him as a child. Although he loved him, he regarded him more as an adult.

After all, this is an arena, and no one has the right to be a child.

Thinking about it this way, doesn't it make the man in front of me seem like he has that kind of ease?

"It's still too late."

Kasa sighed. The ideal time would be when Angron arrived in Nukelia.

Fortunately, despite being enslaved for several years, Angron has not yet been branded with the butcher's nail, and his life still has a chance to be saved.

Kasa glanced outside, his expression revealing undisguised disgust.

If he had the power right now, he would absolutely ignore the rule that "cosmic guards are not allowed to interfere in the interiors of other planets" and would just unleash a beam of light to annihilate all the slave owners here.

However, since they had just arrived and their strength had not yet returned, they could not do that, so they had to let Angron do it for them.

"Angron, listen carefully."

Kassa cut to the chase, “You can’t go on like this. This planet is too twisted and evil. You must change that.”

“I don’t have that ability…” Angron said, his head drooping.

He didn't doubt the man's affection for him, and he was happy to have received his approval, but he really couldn't do it. Tianxi

“I will help you.” Kassaar raised his hand and took Angron’s large hand, instilling spirit and confidence in him. “Leave the thinking to me, and go ahead and do it.”

"But what should we do?" The frail, elderly gladiator Oynormouth asked, puzzled.

He vaguely sensed that this man was very strong, and if he were willing to help them, they should be able to fight their way out of the arena. But what could they possibly achieve by just thinking about it?

Oynormouth was not a wise man; he did not know how far he could go with the help of thought, and his voice was weak because he had been eating too little recently.

"let me see."

After a moment of contemplation, listening to the boos from the outside world, and considering all the current circumstances, Kasa quickly came up with a solution.

“Angron, you need to tell the slave owner of this arena that you are willing to kill your opponent in the next battle, but in exchange, he must first supply you with a large amount of food.”

“The slave owner won’t miss this rare opportunity for you to yield. He will agree, but in order to maintain his dignity, he will definitely not give you enough food. At that time, you should make your demands.”

“Tell him that you are willing to go door-to-door into the prisons of other gladiators to provoke them, so that all these gladiators will fight against you in the next battle. In return, he must give you more food.”

“You can appropriately show during negotiations that you are doing this so that he won’t suspect anything, because Eunouch is starving and I have no choice but to do this to feed him.” That way, he won’t be suspicious, and that will be enough to seduce the slave owner.

"When you are going from house to house and getting close to the gladiators, you should hint to those gladiators you trust that you will rise up, so that they can conserve their strength and join you when the time comes to gather an army and fight their way out."

"The food obtained from the slave owners must be completely distributed before the uprising, so that as many people as possible are fed and have the strength to rise up when the time comes!"

With all available intelligence and information gathered, the entire plan was executed flawlessly. Kasa's scheme wasn't exactly a groundbreaking first-rate plan, but its success rate was already 100%, because no one could have predicted that the gladiators would have such a mind.

Although the slave owners knew that the gladiators might rebel, they believed that these people were too shrewd to think that any uprising would be violent and crude; they lacked the wisdom to plan ahead for food supplies and collude with their own people.

The plan with the highest success rate is already the best plan, even if it's not earth-shattering.

"I do!"

Angron's eyes were resolute; in some mysterious way, he had made the right choice.

He looked at Kassa, his eyes filled with burning emotion, as if confirming some of his suspicions. Kassa said gently, "My name is Kassa, Angron. In this uprising, you must protect everyone, and protect yourself, but you don't need to protect me, understand?"

Angron finally realized something, and he bowed his head: "I understand, Father."

"OK?"

Father, father?!

To everyone's astonishment, a cry of "Father!" left Kasa speechless!

Chapter 21 Perturabo: You are Horus? I am Horus!

Olympic Star.

About six years old, Peturabo is struggling to climb one of the largest mountain ranges in the Kingdom of Lokos.

It contains the tallest mountain on the entire planet, and from its summit, one can see most clearly that mysterious and unpredictable place in the distant star system. Lanlan

He had wanted to see that thing for a long time.

There is nothing in this world that poses a challenge or an enemy to him. Since he began to consciously wander alone in this world, his body has grown steadily over the past six years, and his mind has been filled with inexhaustible knowledge and wisdom.

His strength allows him to fight and defeat the most ferocious beasts with his bare hands, and even fully armed human soldiers are no match for him, even though he is unarmed.

His premature invincibility left Peturabo with only one pursuit.

He wanted to see, to gaze from the highest mountaintop at that place that, across countless light-years, often made his heart pound. He wanted to see; he refused to believe that, with his superhuman physique and soul, there could possibly be anything that could threaten him.

If so, he must face it. He, Peturabo, is by no means a coward, and his courage is destined to be the most magnificent, absolutely!

"Ha ha……"

The towering mountain peaks brought extreme oxygen deprivation. Although he was a superhuman, he was only six years old and had not yet reached his peak. As he approached his destination, Peturabo still felt a bit of pressure.

Fortunately, it was only a minor one, and he still managed to climb the mountain successfully.

This is a great achievement. No one on the entire planet Olympia has ever been able to climb this mountain. This is a glory that belongs only to him!

Peturabo’s eyes shone with pride and self-satisfaction, but it vanished in an instant… But what is the significance of such an achievement?

There is no one on this planet to listen to his boasting; he has no one like that. He has always been alone, let alone at this moment, in this place.

"Ugh."

Peturabo sighed precociously, but he was immediately astonished to find that another sigh came out in unison with him.

Peturabo looked up and saw that on this mountaintop, which should have been his alone, a man had already climbed up the steep cliff. He sat on the dangerous edge of the cliff, the fierce wind blowing, and let out a heartfelt sigh.

The man's back wasn't particularly imposing; there were at least a few famous two-meter-tall strongmen in the Olympics who were stronger than him. But it was precisely this unassuming back that captivated Peturabo.

He couldn't quite put his finger on the feeling, but he just felt that this man possessed a unique charm that no one else in the Olympics had.

Even he, Peturabo, doesn't possess that—no, how can I belittle myself? Peturabo is the strongest, Peturabo is the best, Peturabo will surely defeat everyone!

Peturabo sang his praises, then pinched his own cheek, forcing himself to shed the subconscious respect for men and instead put on a stern face, coldly snorting as he stepped forward: "You reckless liar!"

“A liar? Me?” Kasa turned around. “Child, falsely accusing others is not a virtuous act.”

"Did I wrong you?" Perturabo scoffed, arms crossed. "You don't have my superhuman physique. How could you possibly climb this mountain without any equipment and still try to steal my glory? Your sigh now is precisely because you've realized this mistake."

"No, there's another reason I sighed."

Kasa made a hypothetical statement: "For example, if I were not actually married and had no children, but a child called you 'father,' and even after you explained, he remained so insistent, what do you think I should do?"

"what?"

Perturabo paused, then suddenly seemed to realize something, and looked Kassa up and down suspiciously.

Wait, he understands!

This guy is definitely his own father, otherwise, how could he possess such allure to bewitch him? Without the bloodline bonus, no matter how powerful the charm, it would never sway Perturabo in the slightest.

The reason for using the metaphor of "being called father by someone who is not one's own child" is to subtly suggest to oneself that one should take the initiative to call him father. Humph, what a foolish patriarchal mindset. He has already come all this way but still refuses to take the initiative to acknowledge his kinship. He is too concerned about saving face.

No, let's wait a bit longer.

Perhaps it wasn't about saving face, but rather because this guy felt incredibly useless for not ruling the entire planet at six years old. He wasn't using this metaphor to get me to call him father, but rather to imply that he wanted to sever our father-son relationship.

Swish!

The two drastically different guesses made Peturabo's face turn ashen, his expression shifting between relief and rage.

If it's the first guess, then he wouldn't call the other person "father." Because if they want to see through him, it means they want to use him and his value. He wouldn't fall for that and become a tool in their hands.

But if it's the second guess, then he should acknowledge this father-son relationship. Since this guy thinks he's worthless, he should stay by the other's side, fight for him, and let this guy see just how useful he really is.

But what if he mistakenly believes it to be the first possibility, when in fact it's a scheme his father has planned, and the truth is actually the second one? Or perhaps it's the other way around?

Perturabo's superhuman brain raced, his mind contorted in extreme turmoil; this was the first time in his life he had ever hesitated so much.

I'm at a loss, I don't know what to do.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" Kasa asked with concern. "Petulabo, are you alright?"

"Stop! Don't come any closer! I'm fine!"

Peturabo interrupted, "Well, you've finally given yourself away. If you weren't trying to use me, why would you have investigated my name first?"

“I am your father’s son. Well, just treat me as a friend and call me Mr. Casa.”

Kasa shook his head. "I came here to check on you first, to see how you are now. Growing up alone in a strange place must have been very unsettling, right?"

Still hinting!

Peturabo scoffed. He'd seen right through him. Still pretending to be "your father's friend." Hmph, fine. If you want to use this false identity, then so be it. Foolish father, it seems you really want to use me.

Then I'll show you how powerful and useful I am, but I will never be used by you, and I will never let anyone take advantage of me. What father? He's no different from anyone else; they're all despicable!

“I don’t care who you are, and I don’t care how you presumptuously try to figure me out, just don’t get in my way of observing that place.” Peturabo raised his hand and pointed in a direction on the horizon.

Kassa looked up and saw the Eye of Fear in the hazy star field, the place where all the chaotic power of the warp was now contained in the entire physical universe.

Even across infinite light-years, given the characteristics of the Primarch, looking there would easily cause resonance and damage, especially now that Peturabo is only six years old.

“The Eye of Fear is no good, Peturabo. If you look there, you might conservatively lose your memory.”

"Hmph, you think I'd believe you just because you say so? Maybe you think looking there might bring some benefit, which is why you came to stop me. Even if it's really nothing good, I'm going to look even more. A mere Eye of Fear, you think I'd avoid its sharp edge? Hmph, you're joking!"