Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

Bertin seemed to have his throat strangled; his mouth was open but no sound came out, and his face flushed red.

He had no plan at all.

Erin changed the subject just in time, saving him. "The next supply replenishment will be approximately 87 standard days from now. Before then, we'll continue the strike as usual?"

Corax: "Strike frequency must be strictly controlled to avoid exacerbating conflicts and preventing supervisors from resorting to harsh and violent repression. After this collective strike, all districts must demonstrate compliance to avoid bloody clashes and lower the supervisors' vigilance."

"Every step of the uprising requires meticulous preparation. The tighter the time, the more precisely planned the action plan. This is a cause that concerns the fate of millions of people. Every decision directly affects the future of countless people. There is no room for rashness!"

The head of the Seventeenth Precinct spoke cautiously, "Can we make a request?"

Corax nodded for him to continue.

"We hope your father can also teach the children in our jurisdiction."

The head of the 17th district was nervous, as he knew his request was very abrupt.

Everyone understood the importance of education, but in Lycaeus, all they could teach their children was the proportion of explosives, the direction of mines, close combat, and very little knowledge of politics and philosophy.

As for the spark of civilization? That's too extravagant.

Wop was Lycaeus' only proper teacher, and humbly pleading was all he could do for the children in his jurisdiction.

Corax was silent as stone, his face expressionless.

Although the person in charge said that he was happy that Wop was his father, his request was indeed unreasonable.

"Father, what do you think?" Corax's voice softened slightly.

Wop: "I have no objection. Teaching and educating has always been my job."

Although Wop came for the Primarch, teaching one person is teaching, and teaching a group of people is also teaching, and he has always done so.

Moreover, being a teacher is really addictive, especially when Wop sees his students become masters and liberate the world, the sense of accomplishment is unparalleled.

Corax: "How do we get to the other precincts?"

Ailin: "Lycaeus's jurisdiction is very lax. To save time, the overseers never screen those returning from underground, and they only do a rough count of the jurisdiction's population. Even if a stranger sneaks into the jurisdiction, they won't recognize him."

Corax raised his eyes slightly. Of course he knew about this management loophole because that was how he and Wop sneaked into the Eighth District.

But who reminded you?

……

"Ten percent more dynamite rations? What are you going to do with them?"

The overseer's bloodshot eyes were like two sharp knives, fixed on Erin, as if he wanted to pierce him with his gaze.

Erin remained calm. "The supervisor requires us to hand in 10% more ore per shift. How can we operate the mine without explosives?"

Although the supervisor did not realize Erin's true intention, his eyes were already filled with malice.

If Erin hadn't gone on strike for no reason, why would the supervisor have whipped him?

His wound was still bleeding, and every time the fabric rubbed against him, he felt a tearing pain.

"I'll ask my supervisor for permission. Go away."

The supervisor was tempted to make things difficult for Erin, but he did not dare to be negligent in the mining matters.

Even supervisors have to bow to mineral quotas. If they dare to do anything tricky, the next time they are hit, it will not be a whip, but a bullet.

If they failed to pay their mineral quotas, they would die. The slaves used this to strangle their masters, but they had no way to stop it.

"Stop!" the overseer suddenly shouted at Erin, who was about to leave, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You'd better behave yourself from now on. If you dare to play tricks again, you'll have to bear the consequences."

Erin turned and walked back to the overseer, meeting his fierce gaze with a piercing gaze, not giving in at all.

“Why are we on strike?”

"Because we have nowhere else to go, our strike is just to fight for the most basic right to survive. You don't have to be hostile to me. I have never thought of being your enemy. If we can all do our jobs, there won't be any conflicts!"

The supervisor's eyes were still fierce, but his aggressive aura had weakened.

Actually, Erin was right.

Although the technical guilds exploited the Lycaeans, they never skimped on food rations. This had nothing to do with conscience and mercy, but only with surplus value and production efficiency.

But the people of Lycaeus were still suffering from famine because of the interference of their taskmasters.

They don't care about those starch sticks of corpses, but are addicted to the pleasure of playing with power.

Although the Lycaeans are at the bottom of the pyramid, the overseers are also trampled under the feet of supervisors and technical guilds. They can only lick their bloody dignity by torturing the weaker ones.

Erin returned to the cell, his voice uncertain, "Will they believe it?"

Corax: "They don't want a letter, they want an attitude."

No matter how righteous Erin's words were, as long as he gave in, the supervisor would lower his evaluation of Erin in his heart, and his vigilance would also be reduced.

……

"What I'm going to teach you today is the Lucifer Effect."

In the prison cell of the Ninth Precinct, Wop faced the children in the cell.

"Under certain circumstances, human character, thinking patterns, and behavior can manifest in surprising and even unconventional ways, especially the evil side of human nature."

"In ancient Terra, a psychologist conducted a widely controversial experiment on human nature, the Stanford Prison Experiment."

"For the experiment, he recruited a group of healthy, law-abiding college students—you could think of them as innocent and kind-hearted children like you. The psychologist randomly divided them into two groups: one group of prisoners and one group of supervisors, with some students serving as substitutes."

"On the first day, everyone was at peace, and the guards even took the initiative to share their lunch with the prisoners who were treated worse. On the second day, they had already invested in their roles. The guards realized their privileges and began to torture and humiliate the prisoners who challenged their authority, gradually becoming cruel and inhumane. The prisoners, in turn, gradually became obedient, fearful, and psychologically broken from their challenges."

Bertin: "Why? Is the Overseer's kindness a disguise?"

"It's all true. Kindness is true, and cruelty is also true."

"Then why did they become like this?"

Wop: "You can understand it as the corruption of power, or the alienation of human nature by the broader environment."

"College students remain innocent and kind because they live in a relatively peaceful and friendly environment. Prison, on the other hand, is a completely different social microcosm: it's cruel, oppressive, and follows the law of the jungle. The guards treat you the same way they treat the prisoners, because the environment has already reshaped their behavioral logic."

Bertin: "But that's fake. Aren't they all students?"

Wop: "The overseers are human like you, but when they crack their whips, will they show any mercy just because you share the same blood?"

Bertin lowered his eyes, and silence weighed heavily on his chest like a stone.

He asked gloomily, "Will we become like this too?"

Wop: "As long as you stick to your original intention, you won't."

Bertan clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Yes, we will never betray our original aspirations!"

Wop shook his head slightly. "I believe you are good children, but individual power is ultimately limited. Solving oppression cannot rely solely on people's hearts, but also on the environment."

"If human civilization is a prison, then few people can hold fast to their original aspirations like you do, and oppression becomes inevitable."

“If human civilization were a school, even amidst intrigue and scheming, it could still foster innocence and kindness.”

"I have higher expectations of you. You must not only stay true to your original aspirations, but also use your power to reshape the world's order and create a bright future with your own hands!"

The tone of the Warhammer universe is dark because the Warp is a cesspool.

The subspace is beyond saving, but the real universe can still be saved.

The Great Crusade was a great journey for mankind to regain its glory. What Wop did was the icing on the cake, making this glory perfect, adding fuel to the torch and making it burn more dazzlingly.

Even in this cesspool, Wop has not forgotten his original intention. He firmly believes that as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better tomorrow.

As long as we continue to push the real universe towards light and harmony, perhaps one day in the future we can feed back to the subspace, turning the vicious cycle into a virtuous cycle, and turning the Four Evil Gods into the Four Good Gods!

Of course, Wop knew that the hope was slim, but how could he admit defeat if he didn't even try?

Corax's eyes flashed with determination, and he promised solemnly, "That day will come. I promise you."

He promised, not only for his ideal, but also for his father!

……

"It's not fair! The Eighth District is a traitor! We want 20 hours of rest too! We want corpse starch too!"

In the Ninth District, someone was the first to shout out this slogan, and a massive strike swept across the entire Lycaeus.

History repeated itself in the Ninth District. Workers gathered silently in the hall. They stood shoulder to shoulder to build a dam with their flesh and blood, with the same silence and the same determination.

The supervisor's whip exploded in the air, and the workers were beaten to pieces, but no one entered the elevator.

Elena narrowed her eyes when she learned about the strike in the Ninth District. Since the strike in the Eighth District, she had guessed that there would be the next strike.

However, this strike came much later than she expected, and it was actually several weeks later.

Although the development of events is somewhat abnormal, in the face of absolute power, any abnormality is nothing more than an insignificant ripple.

"The Second Battalion will immediately head to the Ninth Precinct to suppress the riot. Shooting without warning is permitted. My target for you is nine hundred men!"

Elena showed a cruel sneer on her face. She didn't believe that these slaves were really indifferent to death, unless not enough people died.

The echo of the command was still reverberating in the control room when the communicator suddenly erupted with noise: "Director! This is bad! Precinct 12 is on strike too!"

"The Tenth Precinct is on strike!"

"The Seventeenth Precinct is on strike too!"

Elena stood up suddenly, and the chair fell to the ground behind her.

The entire surveillance wall was engulfed in scarlet warning lights, and 2/3 of the jurisdictions went on strike at the same time!

Elena's pupils suddenly contracted, and the word "conspiracy" exploded in her mind. Such a large-scale strike was definitely not accidental, and someone must be secretly manipulating it!

Who is the culprit?

The deputy director lowered his voice, "Director, the second brigade is in place and heading to the ninth precinct. Should we withdraw the order?"

Elena's fingertips dug deep into her palm, and blood oozed out through her fingers.

How dare these lowly ants threaten the ruler with their lives? Are they gambling that she won't dare kill?

"Second Battalion, quota reduced to 20 people."

The command was squeezed out from between Elena's teeth, and the red light of the surveillance screen reflected her ashen face.

The slaves made the right bet, and her soft spot was pinched.

If something goes wrong in the mining area and the ore supply is insufficient, those political opponents who are eyeing it will definitely take advantage of the situation.

She wanted to kill all the rebellious slaves, but she couldn't personally hand over the evidence to her political opponents.

The mines on Chiavar are almost exhausted, and the ore supply from Lycaeus alone supports the operation of industry all over the world.

The director of the Black Tower is a lucrative position, and many people are eyeing her.

If she loses this position, her technical guild will not let her off easily.

Deputy Director: "Director, they're not responding. Should we increase our efforts?"

The Second Battalion's suppression had failed. Twenty corpses failed to make the workers surrender. What would be the point of adding a few more corpses?

Even if the strike in the Ninth District is suppressed, what about the other districts?

"Don't they want fairness? Then give them fairness. Leave twenty bodies in each precinct. That's fair!"

Elena's voice was like a poisoned ice blade: "Investigate thoroughly, even if I have to dig three feet underground, I will pull out the venomous snake hiding in the dark and fanning the flames! This city belongs to me, and I am its master!"

Chapter 109 High Emotional Intelligence (5K)

"Father, I will complete your unfinished work with my own hands."

Bertin's palm pressed against the tempered glass of the hall. His gaze penetrated the thick transparent barrier and fixed on the cold and broken corpse.

That was his father, the leader of the Ninth District, who was killed along with a dozen rebels in a bloody purge by the overseers to suppress the strike.

Their bodies were not cremated. The supervisors deliberately left these broken bodies in the vacuum of everyone's sight, like a silent warning.

The overseers thought that this would crush the slaves' will to resist and disintegrate their unity.

However, death is not the end. Those who fell had already foreseen their own end, and in their final moments, they quietly planted the seeds of resistance.

Bertin took over his father's blood-stained banner and will lead the people of the Ninth District to fight this struggle to the end.

"This is not a strike, nor a protest. This is the rebellion of the oppressed, the awakening revolution, the all-out war of the exploited against the exploiters! Either we win the whole world, or we fight to the last breath!"

"Father, this is my promise!"