Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 296 I'm from Henan

Despite our best efforts, we cannot win!
Because it's a custom outfit, Mordred's inner world is entirely constructed according to her own subjective consciousness, much like a general riding a white horse.

The general said that people must be well-fed and warships must be able to be launched. Therefore, people must be well-fed and warships must be able to be launched.

The most profound element in subjective consciousness is undoubtedly stereotypes. In other words, as long as Mordred deems something reasonable, then everything unreasonable will become reasonable.

The emperor had no idea why a giant penguin was standing right in front of him, nor why this bastard was pointing a gun at his head and forcing him to buy QQ coins.

I don’t know why the people around me take it for granted, as if it were just like eating or drinking.

But the Emperor knew that he couldn't defeat this strange penguin in front of him, and it was very likely that it would slap him, the outsider, to death—no, shoot him dead, expelling him directly from this inner world.

"Damn it, what on earth is Mordred thinking? Is his homeland really that terrifying?"

Looking at the gun barrel suddenly pressed against his head, and still unable to think of a solution, an inexplicable impulse made the emperor involuntarily say:

"I hate it when someone points a gun at my head. If you dare to shoot, I'll let you see your own brains splattered in the next second. Want to take the gamble?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a coin suddenly appeared in the Emperor's hand, which the giant penguin then grabbed and tossed into its mouth, savoring it repeatedly.
"Nine-nine percent, a rare find. Quick, hand me your phone, I need to top up your QQ coins."

The emperor knew what a cell phone was; he had even swiped one from someone's pocket when he came before, so he simply handed the phone over.

Upon seeing this bizarre penguin without even a finger, the Emperor's eyes suddenly sharpened as he smoothly unlocked the screen and then tapped on the app icon that looked exactly like his own.

Looking at the strange penguin that continued to squat and point a gun at people's heads to force them to recharge their QQ coins, Emperor finally remembered what this weird thing was.

Without lingering, following the flow of people, the Emperor finally entered the heavily guarded school and, according to his student card, arrived at his class—Senior Three Class Eight.

As soon as he entered, the Emperor bumped into a teacher who looked very capable. His slightly thinning hair, shirt tucked into his pants, and the belly that came with middle age all showed how experienced this teacher was.

In particular, his elegant style of breaking bricks with one hand revealed a touch of unruliness in this seemingly rigid teacher.

Perhaps because it was the beginning of the semester and classes had been divided, in order to calm the students' restlessness, the teacher dropped the brick he was holding and slammed it on the table:

"Let me introduce you to our new transfer student, Neos. This new student will be spending the most important year of your high school career with us."

I am your physics teacher and also your homeroom teacher.

As for Neos, find a place to sit down first. I'll rearrange your seats after everyone has arrived. Also, bring me two more bricks; these aren't enough to chop.

He casually found a seat by the window and quietly observed everything before him, especially lingering for a moment on the few students whose faces were obscured and whose necks were only covered by a mosaic.

And so, amidst the sound of the physics teacher frantically breaking bricks on the platform, more and more students arrived, most of them blurred out, with only a very few showing their actual faces.

If he wasn't mistaken, these blurry figures should be Mordred's former classmates, but because the memories were too distant, he had gradually forgotten their faces.

But none of that mattered. What mattered was that the Emperor had finally found his target. Looking at the figure with a carton of milk in her left hand, a bag of fruit in her right, a backpack in front and a backpack behind, and a handbag in her hand, although she had shrunk considerably and her hair had turned black, the Emperor was certain that this was Mordred.

Especially that grumpy face of his, looking down on everyone, it's exactly like Mordred's.

"Third brother, come quick! We're about to be assigned dorms. If we all stay close together, we might even get assigned to the same dorm. Dad, I can't lose you, my silly son!"

"Get out of here, you unfilial son! If it weren't for my pity on you, and I didn't give you two meals of fried pancakes as a last resort, you would probably have starved to death in the last few days. Come over here and lend a hand, I'm about to be strangled to death."

"I'm here to help you!"

Seizing the opportunity, the Emperor darted over, shrewdly taking the bags and pouches from Mordred's back, and even introducing himself as he did so:
“My name is Neos, I’m 17 years old, and I’m a new transfer student.”

That's how guys are; they can become fast friends in just a few words. Soon, Neos learned Mordred's name and, incidentally, the name of the talkative guy next to him.

"My name is Huo Lang, and his name is Gao Yang. You can just call him Old Gao the Dog. As for me, since I'm the third child in my family, you can call me Third Brother."

Glancing at Neos's unusual appearance, Huo Lang asked:
"Hey classmate, judging from your appearance, you probably aren't from Hebei, right? But your Mandarin is pretty fluent."

To build rapport, the emperor fabricated a story: "To tell you the truth, I am actually an orphan."

"orphan?"

"That's right. According to my parents, I should be from the Mediterranean area. Then, somehow, I was abandoned. On a dark and stormy night, my parents found me in a trash can."

So I was brought back and registered as a local resident. Don't let my foreign appearance fool you; I'm actually a genuine Henan native.

Unexpectedly, the lie his parents told him when he was a child that he was picked up from a trash can wasn't a lie after all. The two exchanged a glance, then gave a thumbs-up to their fellow countryman from a foreign land.

"middle!"

For some reason, although they had only chatted for a few minutes, Huo Lang felt that the transfer student in front of him, who was quite interesting to talk to, looked familiar and strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He had a feeling of déjà vu.

Since handsome men are always attracted to each other, and with equally impressive character models, Neos quickly integrated into this small circle.

What's even more amazing is that although he entered Mordred's inner world, the Emperor's power did not diminish. He easily charmed the bald homeroom teacher and got him to assign him to the same dormitory as Huo Lang.

Relying on his irresistible charm, and after exhausting all his emotional intelligence, the Emperor quickly became familiar with the two men and left them with a very good impression.

Eat and drink as usual, and the days pass by like this. The Emperor also witnessed the daily scenes in the boys' dormitory after lights out.

As the dormitory supervisor finished her patrol, a voice suddenly rang out:
"I don't think the world should be like this!"

Upon hearing this, everyone instantly opened their eyes:
"If you want me to say..."

(End of this chapter)