Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 31 Philosophy
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The gate in the cave opened with a roar.

The security omnics escorted Angron, Crest, and Yochura back to the gladiator residence.

Kleist helped Yochula, who had lost his arm, to walk to the stone and let Yochula sit down.

Angron walked to the corner where Qin Xia and Ono were and sat down dejectedly.

Qin Xia noticed that the Primarch kept clenching his fists.

"Angron..." Ono sat in front of Angron and opened his mouth to say some words of comfort.

But Angron shook his head, obviously not wanting to be disturbed.

This is also why Qin Xia did not comfort Angron.

The Primarch needs rest and calm now.

There was silence in the cave.

Angron occasionally looked at the others, but his eyes were not filled with sympathy as before, but with a hint of caution.

The Primarch was not afraid that the gladiators here might be living happily together one second and want to kill him the next. He was not afraid of physical harm.

What the Primarch feared was being hurt emotionally again.

Everyone was silent for a while.

It was not Ono who finally broke the silence, but Angron himself.

“How cruel must the people in the audience be to cheer for one man to kill another?” Angron asked.

Qin Xia had the answer, but he felt his answer was boring.

"They are not all aristocrats."

Ono said calmly.

“Those cheering in the audience, in front of the TV and projection, are not all aristocrats.”

"Almost all of them are low-class people from the slums, pariahs in the eyes of the nobles."

Hearing this, Angron frowned, looking confused and puzzled.

He couldn't understand why the common people, who were also victims of slavery and oppression, would be so happy to see the gladiators die.

"Almost all of them lead miserable lives every day. Their only pleasure is to return home at night after heavy labor, buy some wine, stand in front of the window and watch the projection on the street or the simple TV at home to watch the gladiatorial contests."

"Or spend several months' salary to buy the cheapest ticket and go to the most remote corner of the arena to watch the fight."

“Their lives are as good as their deaths.”

"They are just zombies that can walk and eat."

Ono said this and looked at Qin Xia, then looked back at Angron.

"Watching us die makes them feel alive."

Hearing this, Qin Xia nodded to Ono. He also felt that this was the mentality of the Nukerians.

Angron heard from Ono's words that he was trying to excuse the ordinary people of Nuceria.

It was as if the ordinary people shared the same suffering as the gladiators and cheered for the fights only out of necessity.

However, in Angron's opinion, they were nothing to be pitied. If he could escape one day, he would kill both the nobles and the commoners.

"If they have pity, they should pity us, not see life in our death," said Angron.

"The world is not black and white. Good people can also do evil things, and evil people are not necessarily unworthy of sympathy, let alone those miserable people in Nuceria." Ono advised.

Angron shook his head at first, but did not directly refute.

Because he didn't think everything Ono said was wrong, even from his perspective.

Some of those people in the audience...

Some people in the corner.

The emotions hidden deep in their hearts, the negative emotions diluted by the excitement of fighting, made Angron feel the same depression and pain.

Some people even have a feeling of worship, just like... seeing my beloved gladiator kill several people in the audience seats of the Colosseum, the whips hit by the nobles on me didn't hurt so much anymore.

And when he had fought the untouchable slaughterers before, Angron had felt some desire, suppressed desire and the most forbidden fantasy - to let other nobles be slaughtered like those slaughterers.

Of course, there is also the purest desire to witness killing.

The more Angron thought about it, the more anxious he became. He scratched his scalp as if hurting himself, leaving streaks of blood under his thick hair.

Why are people so complex, why can't people just have one pure emotion? Why do those thugs who seem to be cheering for one person to kill another have so many different emotions?

Angron was anxious, frantic. Feelings that were not his were gone now, but they tormented his mind all the time.

"Take a rest." Qin Xia said, "I know what confuses you the most. When you calm down completely, I will teach you something else."

Angron raised his head and stared at Qin Xia with his bloodshot eyes, his eyes were filled with helplessness and pleading.

The Primarch nodded slightly.

……

late at night.

All the gladiators fell into a deep sleep.

Except for Angron and Qin Xia. While Qin Xia was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, Angron stood up and walked gently to sit beside him.

The Primarch didn't know that Qin Xia was thinking about how to regenerate Yochula's severed arm.

Although he has the ability to heal injuries, the methods he masters cannot allow a person who has lost a limb to grow it back.

"Give."

Qin Xia heard Angron say this word, then he opened his eyes and looked at the hand Angron handed over.

In the Primarch's large hand lay something that existed inside the head of the security omnic.

Something like a processor.

“You said you learned about science and technology when you were young.” Angron smiled bitterly. “I thought it might be useful to you, so I hid one of these during the day. If you need others, we can save them slowly.”

"Thank you." Qin Xia took the processor and put it on the ground.

The rock flows, hiding the processor within.

Angron obviously didn’t come here just for the processor. He opened his mouth to speak, then stopped. Then…

Finally, it was Qin Xia who took the initiative to speak: "You want to ask me about what happened during the day. You are confused by your talent. You have always been confused, even tortured, and you want to find a solution."

“Yes.” Angron nodded.

The Primarch was still thinking about his daytime affairs.

anger……

The excitement that comes from cheers and appreciation…

Is what Onomamus said right?

Angron felt that he should not be so agitated by the cheers of his enemies, but he could not help it.

Angron felt that what Qin Xia said last time about talent was right. He recalled the mood swings of the Nusa twins at that time... If he could have noticed this, he could have taken precautions in advance.

"It may take you a long time to learn..." Qin Xia looked at the Primarch seriously, "Learn not to be affected by emotions, not to be affected by talents, but to control your talents and the emotions you feel, and not to be swayed by emotions and do irrational things."

"But now, at least you can learn one thing first."

“That’s about figuring out which of the emotions you’re feeling should be valued and experienced, and which ones should be ignored and minimized.”

Angron listened and nodded.

"Actually, what Onomamos said is correct." Qin Xia subconsciously glanced at the sleeping "Old Bear". "The common people of Nuceria also appreciate gladiatorial combat and even cheer for the death of gladiators, but this is indeed the only entertainment they have in their endless suffering."

"They don't necessarily all want to watch us die."

"Some of them will regard us as idols, regard us as spiritual pillars, and learn from the qualities we demonstrate."

"Of course, some of them are just curious and want to see all kinds of weird ways of dying."

"You have to realize the complexity and diversity of intelligent life."

"..."

Hearing this, Angron followed Qin Xia's instructions before and felt the emotions.

He began to imagine himself as an ordinary person, analyzing every emotion of the civilians in the audience seats of the Colosseum at that time, as well as the possible reasons behind each emotion.

He recalled the emotion he felt again...admiration, trust, and reliance.

There are indeed some people who regard gladiators as their spiritual support. They feel the pain of spending the money they have saved for a long time, but also the joy of seeing the people they like.

"Savor them." Qin Xia saw that Angron was learning. "As for the emotions you should discard, those who just want to have fun and watch you brutally kill another group of people, the praise from these people is false and harmful."

Qin Xia put his hand on Angron's shoulder and smiled.

“Only empathize with people who deserve your empathy, and enjoy their trust and appreciation for you, because you deserve it.”

"As for what kind of person is worthy... this is something you will have to experience and learn in the future. It's not that I don't want to teach you with words, but compared to your talent of being able to dissect and appreciate a person spiritually, words are too inferior and not intuitive enough."

After listening to Qin Xia's teachings, Angron nodded thoughtfully.

He seemed to understand.

But in fact I don’t fully understand it.

Angron is still too young, he still needs to learn and grow.

But Anglon must remember what Qin Xia said today, and then savor and draw lessons from it while learning and growing.

"There are bad guys in Gladiator." Qin Xia suddenly said, "Don't be sad about this."

Angron nodded silently.

“And then you quickly learn another thing.”

After hearing what Qin Xia said, Angron looked confused, wondering what he would learn.

"Sometimes, being cruel is something we don't want to do, but it's necessary for us and for the people we care about."

Qin Xia said.

“It is not enough for a good person to be gentle, kind and tolerant.”

"You can easily empathize with others, but you have to face battles and enemies, so you have to have a unique quality..."

"A heart of a bodhisattva, a method of thunder and lightning!"

(End of this chapter)