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

Although it was still a little bumpy, it was no different from the surrounding bumpy streets and would not attract much attention in the dark.

"What is this power?" the boy asked.

Wop: "Psychic power, your father gave it to me. Don't be surprised, you can also do it."

Wop looked down at the mask in his hand. The mask exuded a strong stench of sweat, even stinkier than the clothes and boots in Hengdian that had not been washed for eight hundred years.

But compared with the surrounding environment, the smell of this mask is considered a rare "fine wine".

Worp gave up on wearing the mask and tried to plug his nose with his psychic power.

As long as he doesn't breathe, there will be no smell.

But not breathing will kill people, so he can only try to use spiritual energy to purify the air, and the effect is very significant.

"Much more comfortable." Wop took a deep breath and felt refreshed.

The boy looked at him and said nothing, but Wop could tell what he wanted.

"You have to get used to this smell. People here breathe this foul air every day. As someone in a higher position, you should understand the sufferings of the world!" Wop taught him earnestly, but the boy didn't appreciate it. "What about you?"

"I climbed up from the bottom. I've suffered enough. There's no need to suffer anymore."

The boy fell silent.

They explored along the street. This was probably the worst environment in the bottom nest, otherwise there wouldn't be so few people. Only desperate scavengers would come here.

But gradually, more and more people began to appear on the streets.

They lay on both sides of the road, many motionless, while others were busy cutting flesh from the dead.

The boy didn't understand, and Wop didn't stop them.

The boy said, "They don't want to be eaten."

Wop: "No one wants to be eaten, but this is a cannibalistic society. In such a society, if you don't eat others, you will be eaten by others."

"What about you?" the boy asked.

Wop: "I'm not in this society. I'm just a passerby. Terra doesn't practice cannibalism, at least not in the physical sense. That's what I want to ask. What about you?"

"What about me?" The boy shook his head blankly. "I don't know."

Wop: "You have two paths: be changed by society, or change society."

"Which path should I choose?"

"I can't make the choice for you. No matter what I choose, you won't listen to me. You will still go down the path you want to go."

The boy was silent again, he was digesting it.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a scream in the darkness attracted their attention.

It was a woman, thin, pitiful, and helpless, with three men chasing after her.

She fled in a panic to a gathering place for scavengers, perhaps hoping to get help there, or perhaps to get rid of those people.

But whatever she wanted, she wouldn't get the answer here.

The surviving scavengers paid no attention to her and focused on cutting the meat without even raising their heads.

"What are they doing?" the boy asked.

Wop: "It might be fitness, or maybe even cycling. It's the cheapest way for the lower classes to get 'happiness'."

They just watched quietly, and no one had any intention of intervening.

The woman gradually became desperate, but she still ran forward.

Wop asked, "Aren't you going to help her?"

The boy nodded, then shook his head: "She's not in danger yet."

Wop looked down and the boy looked up.

"You taught me this."

Wop was very upset. You actually used my magic against me?

Wop pressed the fragment into his hand and pointed at the three men.

"Go, kill them!"

The boy didn't ask why, but walked towards the three people holding the fragment.

Chapter 6 You Don't Have a Xylophone

Nostramo, a dark, cold planet shrouded in thick dust and pollution, is the homeworld of Konrad Curze, the Primarch of the Night Haunter.

Order is an expensive luxury here, and crime is the norm.

Women's resistance is even more unusual. Most people choose to lie down and enjoy it. Afterwards, they can ask them for food or treat them as long-term meal tickets.

The boy didn't understand these principles and he didn't know what to do, so he decided to listen to Wop.

He walked past the fleeing woman and headed towards the three men.

The men paid no attention to the little brat who couldn't even reach their thighs.

But it was this little brat who was scratched on the calf by the men with the fragments when they passed by him.

"what!"

The man fell down in pain. The boy came in front of him and scratched his tender neck under the mask with the fragments.

"Gulu!"

Blood rushed into his lungs, the man let out a muffled whimper, and died in pain.

This was the boy's first time killing someone, but the knowledge in his mind taught him how to kill efficiently.

He doesn't care about human life, whether it's male or female.

He ducked as the man's knife swung at him, slashing his throat with the shard, the most efficient way to kill someone.

He was too small to accurately destroy their hearts, as they could easily get stuck in their ribs.

But the neck is very tender and an obvious target, especially when the enemy is actively bending over to attack him.

A second man fell, then a third.

The successive deaths of his companions had begun to make him feel scared. The boy could smell that smell, and that smell intoxicated him.

Fear made the man turn and run, but he was too close.

The boy threw the fragment, which hit the man's back like a dart, piercing his body as he screamed.

The man stumbled and fell, and the boy picked up the bloody fragments. Fear was spreading.

Not only the injured men, but also the women and other scavengers were afraid of him, and he could taste the fear in them.

The boy ignored the man, and the fragments missed his heart, but pierced his lung, killing him.

The boy returned to Wop's side and looked up at him.

The boy thought he was going to get a reward, but Wop asked, "Did you enjoy this?"

The boy thought about it.

"Kind of."

Wop said nothing and walked towards the woman who was standing there, at a loss.

"Thank you." She thanked him in the local low Gothic language with some fear. When Wop approached, she took a few steps back and nervously touched the dagger in her arms.

"We saved you, is a thank you enough?" Wop approached the woman.

The woman asked fearfully, "What do I need to do for you?"

"Take us to your house and at least give us a meal, right?"

The woman was even more frightened. He still went to her house. What was he going to do? To take her home for himself, and then eat her after he got tired of playing with her?

The woman gripped the dagger tightly, and there was only fear in her eyes behind the mask.

As Wop approached, she mustered up the courage, drew her dagger and stabbed Wop.

The dagger pierced his heart and he fell, staring at the boy with lifeless eyes.

"Be careful!" the boy warned loudly.

Wop turned around and saw the woman standing before him, trembling with fear, the hand holding the dagger hidden under her clothes.

"Okay." She said in a trembling voice.

Wop waved to the boy: "Come here."

The boy looked up in confusion, why?

The woman's home was nearby. She had wanted to get rid of those men and take the opportunity to escape back home, but unfortunately she never had the chance.

Her home was a section of abandoned pipe. The entrance was a leaky door made of picked up iron sheets, and a few clothes pulled from scavengers were spread on the ground as a bed.

Apart from that, there was only an iron pot in the corner.

The woman poured some of it out and handed it to Wop in a battered container.

Wop wanted to say thank you, but when he looked down, he saw a pool of thick yellow-green juice, which looked like the feces of a Great Unclean One.

The woman was a little scared when she saw this, and hurriedly took out the box hidden in the cabinet, and took out a piece of dried meat and put it in Wop's bowl with heartache.

Wop: "What kind of meat is this?"

The woman hurriedly explained: "Rat meat, not human flesh."

Wop handed the 'bowl' to the boy with disgust.

"You must be hungry, right? Eat first."

The boy took the bowl and took a sip.

It's very bitter and astringent, as if all the sufferings in the world are concentrated in this bowl of 'soup'.

But he was really hungry, and Wop also told him to experience the sufferings of the world.

The woman was surprised that he would give the food to his child first. He must be a good man.

"I'm Fili," the woman said.

"Wop."

"Conrad Coates."

The boy chewed the slice of meat.

Wop asked, "Do you live alone?"

Fili nodded: "My mother passed away."

"She must have been a great mother, then."

"Why?" the boy asked.

Wop: "Because her mother taught her to resist."

This is a very rare quality in the bottom nest because most people are numb.

Fili took off her breathing mask and looked at Wop gratefully.

The boy knew the meaning of the word mother, he just didn't understand what a mother was because he didn't have one.

But he remembered one thing: great mothers teach their children to rebel.

Wop: "Don't worry, we won't disturb you for too long. Just rest for a while and then we'll leave."

Fili, who was about to take off her clothes, was stunned. She asked nervously, "Don't you need my service?"

She was actually prepared when she brought them home.

She thought about it and decided that she would eventually need someone to rely on.

She didn't want to become a plaything of the gang, nor did she want to be like her mother, who trusted the wrong person.

Wop saved her anyway, so maybe he would be a good destination for her.

It's hasty, but those who survive in the Bottom Nest don't have much choice.