Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 295 Mordred's Inner World

Aside from Emperor Macardo and Erda, whose whereabouts are unknown, Mordred's origins have always been a mystery.

The Primarchs only knew that their strange-looking brother was a ghost that had been active in ancient Terra, and was later captured by their father and molded into a Primarch.

This statement is both correct and incorrect, since Mordred's 3K era was not Terra, but a blue water planet called Earth.

Whenever Mordred hears others talk about World War I as the first brutal civil war in human history that affected the entire solar system, he always just smiles and says nothing, adding another stroke to this anecdote.

After all, cables don't ask where they come from, and the strong don't ask where they come from. Mordred never mentioned his past to anyone, and the only emperor who ever peeked into his inner world was successfully corrupted into a silly fool.

Mordred once asked the Emperor what trait she had inherited from him, and the Emperor replied that it was charm.

The definition of charm is quite abstract, after all, everyone has their own preferences. For example, the speaker whose right hand is always angled upwards at 45 degrees is not particularly outstanding in appearance, and can even be described as ordinary.

But once he arrives at the beer hall, he possesses an amazing and convincing charisma that draws everyone to him.

As for the charm the emperor spoke of, it was actually his quality of being able to become the image that anyone would most like to see.

In the Lion King's eyes, Mordred was a knight who was particularly to his liking and who was on par with him.

To be fair (my reasoning is the reasoning; if you don't reason, I can explain physics to you).

Mercy (A true knight would give a swift death to a heavily wounded person feigning death, and then finish them off with a final blow.)
Bravery (Never turn your back on the enemy; be the first to rush forward and smash their head in. Even in a sneak attack, face them head-on.)
Sacrifice (A true knight understands the meaning of sacrifice; for the greater good, he will not hesitate to sacrifice his teammates.)
Honor (fighting for honor, even at the cost of everything.)
Spirituality (Make full use of your super brain and follow your instincts to harness your super power.)
Humility (meaning being polite and respectful, implying that one must obey the elder brother).
Honesty (The cost of lying is extremely high. To be honest and trustworthy, one must eliminate the enemy. As long as the other party is dead, then I have not lied or deceived anyone.)
In conclusion, in Zhuang Sen's view, his second brother fully embodies the eight virtues of a knight, is on par with him, and even has the same dazzling blond hair. What else could he be but a good brother?
This is how Mordred is seen by the Lion King, but in Ruth's eyes, his second brother is even better, practically identical to himself. Not only can he eat and drink a lot, but he is also cunning and treacherous. Most importantly, he is sensible and knows his place.

It's relatively normal for two people with completely opposite personalities to see Mordred in completely different ways. As for Mordred in Luo Jia's eyes, that's even more abstract—he's a completely capricious sadist.

It might sound like a negative review, but for Luo Jia, he was the perfect older brother in her eyes.

Luo Jia's identity as the original gene made her one of the very few at the top of the pyramid, and even the Emperor showed her a certain degree of favoritism.

Who wouldn't shout "Long live the princess!" upon seeing her? Even Zhuang Sen would be mindful of his image, while Mordred would either scold or beat him, much to the delight of Luo Jia, who was essentially a masochist.

If you put all the Primarchs together and asked them to write an 800-word essay, everyone's description of Mordred would be different, and many would even be completely opposite.

The scraps of the Primarch within him can increase each Primarch's initial affinity towards Mordred by one, while the traits he inherited from the Emperor allow him to become a mirror, reflecting the image that others most desire to see in their minds.

The combination of these two factors allowed Atlas to easily infiltrate other legions. If Mordred hadn't returned early, Atlas might not have even known he had a father.

So what kind of person was Mordred? Perhaps even he himself has forgotten.

Ever since he opened his eyes, Mordred has felt out of place in this world. He knows he doesn't belong here, but he can't escape.

Even if she was unwilling to admit it, Mordred had been alienated by the world. Compared to her nearly two-century-long Primarch life, those 20 years of memories were so insignificant.

If he were content with this, that would be fine; he could be a happy, peaceful country bumpkin. But Mordred is an extremely conflicted person with a kind of inexplicable arrogance. He always thinks that everyone else is an idiot and only he is normal.

A gambling father, an abandoned mother, a brain-dead brother, a mentally challenged sister, and even the enemies are all abstract evil gods.

This idea is shared by every Primarch, even the Emperor, but only Mordred holds an equal and contemptuous view of everything.

To be more specific, this mentality is a common problem among all time travelers: looking down on everyone and finding fault with everyone.

Even if Mordred is displeased and unhappy, he cannot destroy the world by himself. He can only accept this fact and try his best to pretend to be the person others want to see, because only in this way can he avoid feeling lonely.

The boy who once ran freely on the grassland with his dog has forgotten the way he came and is lost in the maze he has created for himself.

And this was also the Emperor's first impression of this world when he entered Mordred's inner world—chaos!
Since entering Mordred's inner world, the Emperor has shed his glittering inflatable suit and transformed into a young man with a metal collar, an incredibly ugly school uniform, and a flamboyant, punk-style hairstyle.

Yes, that's right. The Emperor has become a flamboyant, edgy young man, the kind who looks incredibly irritating. The Emperor himself doesn't know why he's become like this; perhaps Mordred sees him this way. As an immortal being who has existed throughout human history, the Emperor can deduce from the surrounding buildings that he has likely arrived in the 3K era.

After all, news of NBA player Kobe Bryant's retirement was being played on a loop on the subway platform.

As for why the Emperor remembered it so clearly, it was entirely because Mordred was shot down by his sons with a light spear during their first meeting, while he was boarding the airship at the time.

What can I see? Man!

But these are not the reasons why the Emperor believed Mordred's inner world was extremely chaotic. Rather, it was because some things that were completely out of step with the 3K era had appeared around him.

Take, for example, those police dogs being led by dog ​​handlers. Putting aside why dog ​​handlers appeared in the 3K era, and whether leading police dogs by dog ​​handlers is like walking a dog, a police dog is still a dog, right?
But why are the space wolves being led by the dog-man scaled down? How did these wolf cubs end up in Mordred's inner world? Are he and Ruth really that close?

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. After all, the Emperor once dreamed of turning Orpeson into a sheepdog, locking it in a cage and having it steal sheep, and roasting the sheep right in front of him.

But why is there a massage parlor that looks so shady next to the subway platform? There are even several burlesque masseuses soliciting customers at the entrance.

Instead of cars, the streets were filled with thick mushrooms, all sorts of pedestrians who fell asleep the moment they lay down, and burly men riding electric scooters to buy melons from melon stalls.

A man in sunglasses and a leather jacket, holding two plasma pistols, squats on the ground, devouring fried rice and shouting "It's so delicious!"

He was digging and drinking a strange white liquid, making "ouch" noises. Guess what? He was a typical middle-aged man.

Then the middle-aged man was kicked to the ground by a fat man who yelled that the fat man had broken his kidney and demanded 500 Q coins in compensation.

Looking at everything before him, the Emperor suddenly realized that Mordred's abstract personality might have been formed in his hometown.

Every single one of them seems abnormal.

And those thieves who put their hands into my school uniform pockets right in front of the police, daring to steal from me in broad daylight! I'm a minor right now.

Wait, a thief?
Glancing at the school uniform that was exactly the same as his own, the Emperor also reached out and touched the other person's pocket. After succeeding, he walked out, avoiding the sewer whose manhole cover had been pried off.

In this seemingly abstract inner world, the emperor did not act rashly. Instead, he casually grabbed a kind-looking old man and asked for directions using the student ID card in his pocket:

"Grandpa, how do I get to No. 1 Middle School?"

"Turn left at the next intersection and take Chenghua Avenue."

Perhaps feeling that the student in front of him resembled his grandson, the old man was quite enthusiastic in offering the emperor a ride on his electric scooter.

Looking around at the streets where all sorts of strange and monstrous people gathered, Emperor, sitting on the back of the electric scooter, felt something was off. But before he could figure out which 3K era this was, a policeman suddenly stopped the electric scooter.

Listening to the policeman and the old man's repeated tug-of-war over "Where are you going? I want to walk on Chenghua Avenue," Emperor felt that if he interrupted their conversation, something bad might happen. So he decided to slip away decisively and followed the road signs to the school that was already very close.

Faced with this so-called school that had sentry turrets, high-voltage wire mesh covering the walls, and even a minefield buried at the school gate, the Emperor was no longer as surprised as before.

After all, the Imperial Academy of Loyal Heirs also has this kind of layout. He has already discovered that Mordred's 3K homeland is different from the Terra he remembers 3K from. Perhaps this is just a local characteristic.

But just as the emperor was about to enter the school with the crowd, a cold gun barrel was suddenly pressed against his head.

Looking at the giant black and white beast before him, with a red scarf around its neck, the emperor instinctively took a step back, and then heard it speak in Mandarin with a strange accent:

Do you buy QQ coins?

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(End of this chapter)