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

Because the overseers knew better than anyone how much the slaves hated them, and they were also afraid of being stoned to death from behind.

The slaves protected each other, and even if they died, the murderer could not be found out, so they could only be treated as a landslide.

The overseers did not dare to retaliate indiscriminately. These slaves were private property, and the overseers only had the power to supervise. They did not dare to kill people at will.

The overseer's rule is unimpeded in the world above ground, but disappears invisibly in the underground tunnels.

The overseers needed slaves to work the mines, but the slaves had no ability to resist the overseers, so the two orders achieved a kind of tacit coexistence on this vertical boundary.

Therefore, Erin was not worried about encountering the supervisor at all. Even if he did, darkness was his best disguise. The other party could not see his face anyway, and he could easily escape by relying on the intricate mine tunnels.

Even if it is investigated afterwards, no one will admit it.

Mining lamps pierced the darkness deep in the tunnel. Erin squinted his eyes and quickly identified the exhausted group of miners.

He raised his hand and called out to the young man at the end of the team: "Beltan!"

Bertanbel took two steps at a time and walked through the crowd, "Uncle Erin."

Erin grabbed Bertan by the collar and pulled him close enough that they could smell each other's breath.

"Listen," he said, his voice low. "Tell Ferguson I'm planning a strike. It's very risky, but the chances of success are high. Tell him to spread the news to the heads of other districts. We'll meet at the base after three shifts."

Strike? This unfamiliar word rolled around on Beltane's tongue. Although he had no idea what it meant, he nodded solemnly.

We are all oppressed people, and Uncle Erin will definitely not harm him.

Erin stared at Beltane's back as it gradually disappeared into the dark tunnel, and murmured softly, "I hope it works."

He turned and entered another winding mine tunnel. He also had to notify workers in other areas.

Chapter 106 You Have Already Seeked Death (5K)

At the end of the corridor in the eighth precinct, several empty cells were converted into temporary classrooms.

Wop stood in the middle of the long and narrow corridor, his slender shadow cast on the mottled wall. Young faces were crowded in the cells, their eyes sparkling with the desire for knowledge.

The dilapidated lumen lights in the cells flickered, but Wop raised his hand as if to cast some ancient illumination spell, and an incandescent halo enveloped the corridor with an almost divine glow.

"We are human beings." Wop turned his back to them and wrote in the air the words or phrases representing human beings in different languages. "This is the most important lesson I want to teach you."

“Civilization is not a cold city, not a code of laws carved on a stone tablet, nor a carefully preserved artifact in a museum. These are just stones carved by civilization, proof of human existence.”

"It is humans who created civilization. We created civilization. The civilization we created belongs to humans. Civilization without humans is meaningless!"

Wop's eyes slowly swept across each young face. "Perhaps in the near future, in a few months, or even a few years, many of you will gain powers beyond mortals. But please always remember,"

Wop tapped his chest lightly with his finger. "Power can change your body, but it should never change your original intention. No matter how powerful you become, never forget that there is a human heart beating in your chest."

“True strength does not lie in how many tons you can lift, but in whether you can maintain the warmth of humanity amidst your strength.”

"Anyone who abandons humanity for the sake of power will eventually become a slave to power!"

"Dang Dang!"

Someone knocked on the door outside the corridor. It was not the bell for the end of get out of class, but a warning that the supervisor was coming for inspection.

Several supervisors roughly pushed aside the workers who were chatting in the corridor, and with sullen faces, they shouted at Wop at the end of the corridor, "What are you doing?"

"walk."

Wop's answer almost made them laugh. "Are we taking a walk together? Are you kidding us?"

The supervisors' faces were livid and the electric batons in their hands were crackling.

Corax stood quietly beside Wop, his dark eyes like cold pools staring at the overseers.

The look in his eyes was like that of a butcher sizing up the livestock to be slaughtered, calmly calculating how to get the head more efficiently.

The supervisors felt a chill down their spines when they were stared at by the young man's dark eyes. His gaze was like two poisoned daggers, silently pressing against their throats.

"What are you looking at? I'm only warning you once, step back!" The supervisors held their electric batons tightly and scolded Corax in a stern voice.

But beneath their bluffing anger, Corax saw clear cowardice.

The supervisors approached step by step, and the tips of the electric batons, which were set to maximum power, exploded with blue-purple arcs.

Wop grabbed Corax's arm and pulled him backward.

They peered into the cage where the children were gathered. On the ground in the middle was a crude map drawn with charcoal ash. Thirty-two stones were polished into perfect rounds and arranged symmetrically, with some complex text written on them.

"What is this?" The supervisor frowned.

"Chess."

"Playing chess?" The supervisor sneered, kicked the stones and made them fly everywhere, then rolled the ground with his boots. The rough treads of his boots blurred the chessboard drawn by the children with charcoal ash.

"Are you qualified to play chess? Behave yourself!" He spat viciously, but the children just stood there silently, with no expression on their pale faces. Their eyes became calm and cold as the supervisor crushed the chess pieces.

The supervisor's leather boots rubbed against the gravel, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

He had thought he would see the flames of anger in their eyes, so that he could crush their dignity with even more cruel means.

But the eyes of these children were terrifyingly calm, like a bottomless pool of stagnant water, which made him feel a little scared.

The overseer's movements suddenly became hesitant, and in the end he just turned around stiffly, even his usual curse stuck in his throat.

Wop's eyes gleamed with approval. "Anger is like a drawn sword. Although sharp, it will also expose your weaknesses. So before you truly decide to strike, anger is the most useless emotion."

"It will only blur your judgment and alert the enemy to the danger in advance. Excellent hunters never rely on roaring to win. They know how to lie dormant in silence, letting their prey relax their vigilance, and then deliver the fatal blow at the most appropriate time."

"Controlling your emotions is a delicate art, and the restraint you've demonstrated surpasses that of many adults. I'm proud to teach you!"

A long-lost smile finally appeared on the children's pale faces, and every pair of eyes sparkled with Wop's approval.

"That's all for today's class. Now you can move freely."

Wop clapped his hands lightly, and the children began to move in unison. They used their bony fingers to carefully gather the scattered gravel and charcoal ash into a pile, and then took out a dark blue stone box from under the blanket. The stone box had a map engraved on the surface, and inside was a box of brand new chess pieces.

Wop didn't have to mine, he just polished it when he was free underground.

Chess, Go, military flag, all kinds of chess are available.

As for the chess set that was destroyed, it was originally prepared for the supervisor.

Wop believed in combining education with entertainment, so he ground thousands of chess sets underground. Even if every child in the eighth district had one, there would be extras to share with children in other districts.

Although it is not precious, there is no other entertainment in the prison, so this is one of the few comforts for these half-grown children.

And of course, there's Corax.

"General."

Corax successfully checkmates Warp's king with a double rook.

Chess is supposed to be a game of back and forth, but the Primarch's calculation ability far surpasses that of ordinary people, making this game more like a carefully choreographed execution.

As soon as Wop took the first step, Corax's dark eyes had already reflected the decisive move thirty-two steps later.

But Wop is not without options.

"I don't want to play anymore. It's not fun and boring!" Wop threw the chess piece away, frowned and stopped talking.

Corax said nothing, but silently put the chess pieces back in place one by one, then raised his eyes and looked at Wop, as if waiting for a response.

"I'll make my last move!" Wop grabbed the red cannon without hesitation and slammed it into the center of the chessboard, launching a fierce attack as the main cannon.

After Corax was careless for a moment and Wop ate up a rook, the situation took a turn for the worse and Wop won the victory with difficulty as expected.

Corax was letting Wop, and Wop knew Corax was letting him.

Both sides knew it well, but they still played happily.

Corax enjoyed the process of playing against Wop, and he didn't care about winning or losing.

But he couldn't keep losing, because that would be too obvious and Wop would be unhappy.

And Wop was happy not because he beat Corax, but because Corax would let him.

The same was true when playing Go. Although Wop always lost, Corax always deliberately neglected things at the right time, allowing Wop to make two moves so that he didn't lose too badly.

Wop yawned lazily, his voice thick with sleep. "Corax, I'm going to take a nap first. Remember to wake me up later."

Corax's eyes, as calm as water, watched Wop gradually fall into sleep.

He stared at the other's chest rising and falling evenly, listened to the breathing that gradually became longer and longer, and maintained the posture of a guardian.

The Primarch could go on without sleep for dozens of days, and Corax also insisted on doing so. He had to keep an eye on Wop, all the time.

Evelynya quietly leaned half of her body out of the cell and said, "Corax, can I play chess with you?"

Corax's gaze remained fixed on the sleeping Wop, and he tilted his head slightly.

He raised his index finger and gently placed it against his lips, and with his other hand he slowly put the chess stone back into place. The sound of the chess piece falling on the stone slab was lighter than a fallen leaf.

Aphrenia tiptoed into the cell and knelt across from Corax.

Corax pushed the chess piece, and Evelynnia carefully traced the outline of Corax while playing chess.

Corax had been a boy when he was found underground a few weeks ago, but now he had grown into a handsome young man.

Evelynya's fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the chessboard, but her eyes were always on Corax.

She had always been curious about Corax, since she was the one who actually picked him up in the first place.

Corax: "You're dead."

"what?"

Evelynya's fingertips suddenly hung in the air. She blinked and realized that she was about to die. How could it happen so quickly?

"One more!"

Evelynnia thought that she must have been careless and didn't dodge just now, because she had won several games in a row against Teacher Wop yesterday.

If Teacher Wop can beat Corax, there's no reason why she can't!

After twenty-seven consecutive defeats, the girl's tears finally burst out.

However, Corax suddenly covered her mouth and pointed to the door with a sharp look: "Go out and cry if you want to!"

Evelynnia bit her lower lip tightly and stumbled out of the cell. She didn't let her suppressed sobs spread in the empty corridor until she was sure that Corax couldn't hear her crying.

But Corax was annoyed by what he heard and simply closed the door.

It doesn't matter if I wake him up, but what if I accidentally wake Wop?

……

"Wop." Corax put his hand on Wop's shoulder and shook it gently. "It has already begun."

Wop blinked his sore eyelids, and consciousness gradually regained his body.

"Go and have a look."

When they came out of the cell, the hall was already full of people.

The slaves' only twelve hours of rest were over, and the overseers, wielding electric batons, roughly drove the exhausted crowd into the rusty freight elevator like cattle.

But this time, the slaves just stood there in silence.

The electric batons crackled, some people convulsed and fell down, but no one retreated.

"Snapped!"

"Get back to work! Who told you to stop? If you dawdle again, I'll whip your backs!"

The overseer's curses gradually became more rapid, and the dull sound of whips hitting flesh echoed in the hall, but the slaves remained motionless.

"Do you want to rebel?"

Erin: "It's not a rebellion, it's a strike. We won't work shifts until you agree to our demands."

The overseer tilted his head and grinned grimly, then whipped Erin with a whip, causing him to arch his back in pain. "Who gave you the courage to make demands on us?"

Ailin staggered to his feet, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but he managed a cold smile: "Go ahead, keep beating me, or try the electric baton?"

The supervisor narrowed his eyes and tapped the electric baton lightly on his palm. "I believe you are not afraid of torture, but what about death?"

Erin: "I heard that dying by sun exposure is very painful."

"It's very painful." The overseer grinned.

Sun exposure is not exposure to the sun, but exposure in a vacuum.

There is still turbid air to breathe underground, but if exposed to the vacuum outside the prison, people will die in just 1-2 minutes, and the death will be very painful.