Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 317 Tragedy, have I really fallen to this state?

Thirty years west of the river, thirty years east of the river; never underestimate a young person's potential.

It was originally an inspirational quote about a loser rising to success, but if you change it to "30 years in Henan, 30 years in Hebei," then something feels off.

And that is exactly the situation in Mordred now.

As a traitor who betrayed the entire warp, Mordred was permanently blacklisted by the warp's will the moment he chose to self-destruct.

Although not explicitly confirmed, both the subspace and the physical world possess a grand cosmic will; it is vague, but it certainly exists.

But what did Mordred do? After being raised by her mother in the warp, she turned her back on her and self-destructed, silencing the Sea of ​​Souls for a full 1000 years.

While the gods of the warp may seem incredibly powerful, they are actually part of the sea of ​​souls, and cannot simply come and go as they please.

Although it's a bit inappropriate, this kind of reverse kick to the mother clearly made the subspace hold a grudge against Mordred, so much so that Mordred, who should have won the repechage match long ago, has been waiting until now.

Moreover, Mordred is not only blacklisted in the warp, but also in the physical world.

So, do you have any Star God fragments on you? If you do, why did you choose to become a warp god? The physical world doesn't welcome you, so get out of here.

In order to regain local residency, Mordred had no choice but to give back all the benefits she had previously received.

Like the blessings you once consumed, the demons you used as protein powder, the undigested fragments of the Star God—don't leave a single one of them behind, or you'll be barred from entering.

If the will of the universe were a definite entity, Mordred could cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide to cling to the other side like a sycophant. The problem is that the other side isn't, so he doesn't even have the chance to be a sycophant.

To pay off his debts, Mordred had to start regurgitating everything he had eaten, even Carlos, whom he had once eaten, which was then regurgitated until only a few crumbs remained.

Having come to this point, what else can we do? Of course, we choose to forgive him!

After all, when Mordred came to this world, she went from a higher dimension to a lower dimension, and her entire existence was thoroughly examined by the world. This was a real benefit.

This is why Mordred, this opportunist, is so favored; he had already paid taxes when he entered the country back then.

As the price for her resurrection, Mordred will never be able to leave this cesspool for the rest of her life. Escape? Absolutely not.

"Alas, I've been imprisoned for 1 years, and now I've ended up like this! How despicable! Why don't you send me back to my hometown? What am I even doing here?"

Unlike native heroes, Mordred is only good at winning games; his essence is still that indescribable lump of twisted flesh.

With hard work, sweat, and a negligible supermodel stat, Mordred could do whatever he wanted with just his physical strength, but now Master Mordred is useless.

Having weakened to the extreme, Mordred's combat power was probably even less than that of a wild pheasant running on the peaceful grasslands. Mordred dared not act recklessly and could only develop stealthily.

Now, Mordred is facing the most dire situation of his life, as a starving black rat corners him against the wall.

These terrifying beasts, to Mordred who is now just a lump, are ten to nine times more terrifying than four lewd, burly men dressed in very little clothing.

"Am I, Mordred, destined to die like this? I will not allow it."

With a thought, fine, emerald-green lightning emerged from the black jelly. Empowered by this terrifying power capable of electrocuting a cockroach, two tiny tentacles extended from Morered's sides, unleashing his signature move:

"Lightning, Whirlwind Slash... Bang!" Before Mordred could even shout out the name of the move, he was slapped away by the rat, but Master Mordred always had a plan.

It turned around in mid-air, used dimensional lightning to electrolyze the water in its body, and instantly expanded into a hydrogen balloon, drifting towards the sewer entrance in the distance. It even used the exhaust gas as a power source to accelerate itself.

"Hehehe, the mindless beast is no match for my astonishing wisdom. This is my escape route."

"You wretched rats! I, Mo Laoxian, will slaughter your entire family! I swear I will not rest until I avenge this!"

"So you are God?"

"Bullshit, I'm not a god! Wait, who's speaking?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a net descended from the sky, grabbed him, and instantly refined him, pinning Mordred down as he floated in mid-air and stuffing him into a glass bottle.

Mordred, who had suffered such a great humiliation, was not about to let it go. She unleashed a fel breath at the glass bottle in front of her and then collapsed from exhaustion.

In the final moments before the power went out and the system shut down, Mordred, though defeated, refused to back down and used his last strength to taunt:

"Damn it, I actually lost? Was this part of your plan?!"

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The capital of the Hades Galaxy, Asford, at the bottom of Gloucester's Nest City...

As a resident of the Bottom Nest, Jeanne, like all the junkyardrs, was one of the Forgotten Ones ignored by the Empire. In the words of the Governor, she was just a bunch of worthless trash.

In the depths of this haunted city, a place comparable to hell on earth, there are bizarre mutants, highly toxic waste, garbage, and even more terrifying bloodthirsty aliens.

In order to survive, every lowly person has to struggle for a living, relying on sorting garbage to exchange for edible corpse starch from gangs.

Of course, just as there is no wife in wife cake, there is no corpse in corpse starch. This edible starch comes from the third product after refining promethium. Only the lowest-level garbage collectors are worthy of eating starch blocks with corpses added.

After all, the corpses are already under the control of the corpse retrievers. If you want to eat lamb, you have to pay money to buy it. The lowly garbage collectors simply can't afford it. If they want to eat meat, they can only eat rats.

Jeanne was a member of the rat-catching team, living a life of going hungry every day. If she was lucky, she could catch rats to fill her stomach; if she was unlucky, she could only inhale some toxic fumes and grit her teeth.

Logically speaking, a little thing like Jeanne, who looks so easy to bully, shouldn't have survived. The reason she survived is because she can do math and read.

Although Jeanne's level of education is not even that of a primary school student, it depends on the context. If she were placed in the third garbage disposal area at the bottom of the Nest City, she could already be considered a prophet.

But as Jeanne set off to catch mice as usual, she saw a strange, dark thing.

Although she didn't know why, Jeanne took a liking to the little thing at first sight. She found it pleasing to the eye no matter how she looked at it, and an indescribable desire compelled her to possess it.

Seeing the little creature jumping around in the glass jar again, Jeanne couldn't help but ask:
"What's your name?"

"I am your uncle!"

(End of this chapter)