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

Wop: "If you never learn, whose fault is it?"

Corax: "I'm stupid, and you're stupid."

"But I have taught many of your brothers."

"several?"

"Four."

"I'll be the fifth."

As Erin gnawed on the starchy chunks of the corpse, he felt that this father and son pair were truly awkward.

"As a human being, the most frightening thing is being stubborn!" This sentence is half a sigh and half an insight.

Ailin looked at the stubborn father and son and felt that they were both stubborn. No wonder they could become a family.

Why don't you just tell him directly where he went wrong? Why do you have to beat around the bush?

Wop always talks about fixed thinking, but isn't he also in a fixed thinking pattern?

There are not many people in this world who can truly break out of the fixed mindset. Being able to find the best solution within the fixed mindset is already the optimal solution. Thinking more than that is just unnecessary worry.

Wop: "Did you hear that?"

Corax nodded.

"As a person, you must adhere to your principles and bottom line. You must be flexible and adaptable in your work. When faced with choices, you must assess the situation carefully. There are no standard answers in this world, and you cannot be stubborn. Remember this?"

Corax nodded vigorously.

Erin stopped talking. Everything he said could be used as a teaching case. You're so awesome!

Wop: "Get ready."

This was said to Erin.

Erin was stunned for a moment, "Preparing for what?"

"You must have been preparing for the uprising for a long time, right?"

Erin answered Wop with silence.

True group appeal never comes from the power of one individual, but rather from collective consensus.

If everyone can live and work in peace and contentment, no one will take risks.

The so-called "one call and a hundred responses" is essentially because the seeds of resistance have long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Most people just lack the courage to stand up, but they never lack the urge to follow.

Once someone takes the lead in raising the banner, the long-suppressed dissatisfaction will burst out like a broken dam.

Lycaeus is an example.

Initially, the Guild of Art used Lycaeus as a prison, exiling the worst criminals in society to Lycaeus.

But as Chiavar's demand for minerals from the underground of Lycaeus increased, Chiavar exiled more people to Lycaeus in order to increase the labor force. Some of them were their political enemies, or people who committed minor crimes such as fighting. In the end, they simply exiled everyone indiscriminately.

These exiles lived on Lycaeus for generations, and their descendants were also required to serve their entire lives as criminals.

They work hard every day but never get the pay they deserve, and even getting enough food and water is a luxury.

It is not difficult to resist, but it is difficult to win.

For a long time, the Lycaeans have never been able to find the answer, and can only repeatedly remind themselves during the long wait: be patient, be patient, and wait for the opportunity to come.

Now, a turning point in their fate has finally arrived.

But Erin still hesitated. What if this was a trap?

Even if it wasn't a trap, why did he believe that Warp and Corax could lead them to victory over the Kiavars?

Erin stared at Wop with burning eyes, his voice low and firm: "Tell me, what do you want us to do?"

Whether it was a trap or not, they only had one chance.

If they couldn't trust Wop and Corax, who could they trust, themselves?

If they really had this confidence, they wouldn't have to endure it until now.

Wop: "Everything is as usual."

Erin was stunned.

"Corax is still a child. I must continue to teach him until he grows up."

"What about us?"

"Whatever your original plan was, you can continue with it, or you can wait until he's older and make a decision."

"When he grows up, will we let him command us to overthrow those overseers?" Erin asked.

"You don't have to listen to him."

Erin was even more confused. Why were you talking so much when you weren't even listening to him?

"If he is on the right path, you will follow him willingly."

"Are you so confident in him?"

"Yes."

"Because he's the Primarch?"

Aelin didn't know what a Primarch was, but Worp had previously emphasized that Corax was a Primarch and was destined to be different.

"Both because he is the Primarch and because I taught him."

"So you are very confident in yourself."

Aelin let out a short sneer, but froze when he saw Wop's expression remained unchanged.

If Wop argued loudly, tried to show off his ability, or acted arrogantly and disdainfully, it would only deepen Erin's suspicions.

His calmness and composure made it difficult for Erin to understand him.

Erin thought back to his first impression of Wop, thinking he was either a madman or someone truly powerful.

Which one is he?

"I can't make the decision alone. I can only ask the miners in this mining area to cooperate with you."

"It doesn't matter. Even the smallest spark can ignite the spark of revolution. How many children are there in this mining area?"

Erin: "A lot, but I'm afraid those kids can't help you. If you need anything, you can come to me."

Wop shook his head. "I don't intend for them to start a revolution. I want them to come to school."

Erin was stunned for a moment—school?

In the mines of Lycaeus, a single landslide could kill thousands.

It is a blessing for children here to survive and reach adulthood, and going to school is simply an absurd luxury.

Miners also educate their offspring, but their learning methods are fragmented and primitive. There are no systematic teaching materials. They rely entirely on the oral experience passed down by their parents, and the content is often limited to the practical skills needed for survival.

For example, how to predict landslides from cracks in the rock wall, how to swing a pickaxe with the least effort, or how much explosives to use to blast a tunnel without causing a landslide.

Only those who had just been exiled from Chiavar to Lycaea would stubbornly cling to such unrealistic fantasies about education. They had not yet been tempered by the mines of Lycaea and still naively believed that the knowledge in books could take root and sprout in these man-eating mines.

"Ephrenia, do you want to go to school?" Erin asked softly.

Aphrenia's eyes revealed clear stupidity, "What is going to school? Can you eat it?"

Wop: "Although learning cannot make you a living, the knowledge you gain is the spark of civilization's inheritance."

Evelynya frowned in confusion. "How long will I have to study? If I don't work, I'll starve. That's how my mother died of starvation. She was too ill to work."

Corax: "A few months will be enough. I won't keep you waiting much longer."

Because he still remembered, he remembered the noise and the lights and the rumble that had swallowed him, the sudden surge of power and confusion as unnatural forces swept him from his birthplace.

He remembered the figure watching the growing baby through the observation window of the incubator. Although his face was distorted by the glass, his facial features were still fresh in his memory.

He remembered being called the Lord of Mankind, he remembered having many brothers, and he remembered his serial number was nineteen.

The first time he saw Wop, he was sure that Wop was looking for him, he was sure that Wop was his father!

Even though he was not the first Primarch his father had found, only the fifth, he was still his child.

He could clearly feel the disappointment in his father's eyes, and he knew the reason for this disappointment.

Even though confidence can correct those unfounded mistakes, it is far from enough to simply make up for the mistakes, even if those mistakes have not yet occurred.

He needs a complete transformation, and he needs to use indisputable achievements to completely crush the disappointment in his father's eyes!

For he is Corax, Corax the Saviour, a name given to him by his father himself!

But before that, he had to ask one thing.

"Which of my brothers am I most like?"

"Why do you ask?"

Corax: "Because when you look at me, you see the reflection of one of my brothers. Am I his shadow, or is he my shadow?"

Wop stared at the boy, a hint of subtle surprise flashing in his eyes. He had never heard that Corax could read minds!

Corax: "Who is he?"

"Conrad Coates."

……

"Father told me about a brother who looked very similar to me. Sevatar, do you remember him?"

The spires of the Quintus Hive stood silently in the darkness, and Curze's voice suddenly broke the silent air.

Sevatar: "You mean Lord Corax?"

"Yes, that's my brother who likes to compromise."

Sevatar did not dare to comment on the other Primarch, and he had long been accustomed to the sudden neurosis of the Father of Genes. He knew that this was related to the Father of Genes' uncontrollable gift of prophecy.

Recalling the last time Curze mentioned his primarch brother for no reason like this, he was still chattering about attacking the childish Angron, the time before that was the barbaric Russ, and the time before that was the Oedipal Lorgar.

Compared to other Primarchs, Corax's willingness to compromise is a high praise.

When the Night Haunters were still in the Underhive, Wop had told them the experiences of almost every Primarch through storytelling, and Sevatar still remembers those stories vividly.

But he believes that as long as Wop is around, those stories will never happen again.

Wasn't his original body changed?

Only a decade had passed since Curze returned to the Empire, and the Night Lords, under the leadership of the Gene-Father, had liberated hundreds of worlds. They had left behind Brotherhoods on each world to enforce the Night Lords' justice, leaving even the Great Crusade stretched thin.

There was no further news from Curze, and Sevatar waited quietly in the darkness.

Until the first ray of morning light pierced the eternal night, the golden sunlight split the light gray clouds like a sharp sword, and cast mottled light and shadow on the stacked metal buildings of the Quintus Hive.

As early as six years ago, when the Lord of the Seventeenth Legion visited Nostramo, the Night Haunter restarted the hive's circulation system under the guidance of Medea. Since then, the air quality in Nostramo has been rising steadily.

The moon that troubled Nostramo was also removed, and the sun was no longer a luxury for Nostramo.

However, the Nostramo people have become accustomed to the darkness, and the glaring sunlight burns their degenerated retinas, so now they can only see the sun for a few hours in the early morning.

Only after the Nostramo people gradually adapt, the length of "daylight" will gradually increase.

"Ridiculous." Curze's sneer was like a gust of cold wind, and it seemed particularly cold even in the daytime. "Corax is trying to attract my father's attention with this childish competition. Does he think he is me?"

Sevatar lowered his head. The floor was so bright.

When the Gene Father looks at others, he also sees their future, usually their death.

But in some special cases, he can briefly glimpse their future without being able to see them.

The other Primarchs knew nothing of this.

Although family disgrace is not to be made public, the father of genes also needs to vent occasionally.

That's how kids are, Sevatar understands.

Sevatar's hearing was the first to detect the unusual noise coming from behind him. When he turned around, his shoulder armor made a slight friction sound. Dorothy was walking towards them through the midday dawn, with six soldiers from the Eighth Legion painted in blue and white armor guarding her sides.

"Koz." Dorothy called softly.

"Mother," Curze asked softly, "I remember Terra sent an astropathic message not long ago. The Emperor hopes that I can lead a legion whose primarch has not yet returned?"

Dorothy's voice was tinged with restrained confusion. "But that was five years ago. Didn't you refuse?"