Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

It seems that all of this is because of the appearance of this older brother?

Ryan keenly sensed a mysterious power emanating from Aaron and enveloping the surrounding area.

Even the wood materials he personally processed possessed the same qualities.

That means I can finally get a good night's sleep!

Children are simple-minded; they do nothing but eat and sleep.

This older brother who can provide me with delicious food and a safe sleeping environment is the best person in the world.

Aaron worked until the sun rose again during the day before he finally finished working on the entire foundation.

This isn't a brick-and-mortar structure; it's just a wooden house, so the foundation doesn't need to be too solid.

One layer is enough to prevent snakes and insects from crawling up from the soil.

“Ryan, we need to dismantle this little bed first, then build the platform, and then put the bed on top.”

Aaron was gesturing wildly, feeling no sleepiness at all, explaining to Ryan, who was squatting in the same position as Adam, what he was supposed to do.

The latter, imitating Adam, licked the back of his hand, then suddenly jumped up and rushed to the small shed where he had rested the night before. He actually managed to stand it upright with his bare hands, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and walked a distance away to put it down.

Then, as if seeking praise, she leaned over to Aaron and shook her hair.

Ryan seemed completely unaware that he should be learning from his humanoid counterparts, who were closer to him, rather than from that lame little lion.

However, all of Ryan's actions began with his understanding of Adam's behavior.

This made Aaron both amused and exasperated. When he scratched the back of Adam's neck, the little lion would comfortably squint his eyes, raise his head, and tilt his neck back.

Your entire back should be straightened.

Ryan leaned in and neck over, so Aaron had no choice but to tidy Ryan's hair.

"We need to find you a place to take a bath first. Do you know where the river is nearby? The kind that's gushing and splashing."

Aaron stretched out his arms, mimicking the movement of a river, thinking that he still needed to make long-term preparations to teach Ryan to read.

Even something as simple as speaking.

If a child doesn't speak for a long time, it may even lead to aphasia.

In the future, when all the younger brothers get together, Ryan can't just sit in his seat and remain silent, watching his brothers with the eyes of someone eyeing prey.

Finally, he stood up and roared.

This looks truly amazing.

How did I learn to recognize words and speak when I was a child?

It certainly wasn't her father who taught her, so it must have been her mother.

He had thought before about what would happen if the younger brother he met was a baby, but now it's better, he's already eight years old.

She can also help him with chores, and she seems to be very strong.

Guided by Ryan, Aaron found the nearest river.

For some reason, Ryan was always wary of these natural environments, even though Aaron thought the forest was indeed very safe.

It even gives people a very harmonious feeling.

The river water was very clear, and there were several oddly shaped fish that were clearly not native to Terra.

But I don't think it's impossible to eat.

That's great, the food and drink problem is solved too.

Aaron guided Ryan slowly into the river.

His earliest memory of bathing was being thrown into the river to fend for himself.

I never thought I'd repeat the same mistake the first time I took care of a child. It's a generational problem!

Adam stayed by the riverbank, chewing on stones and refusing to go into the water, a trait that seems to be common among felines.

Aaron helped Ryan rub his hair and taught him how to take a bath.

After fiddling around for more than ten minutes, they finally picked up Ryan's javelins and started fishing.

As for fishing, Aaron has never fished before, but given his father's habit, he probably wouldn't be able to catch anything anyway.

It would be better to just pierce through with a spear!

He aimed at the fish and thrust, but his attempts missed several times.

Seeing Aaron's movements, Ryan picked up the javelin and threw it. The javelin sank steadily into the water, hitting a fish.

What? It's very simple.

He doesn't even need to look; he can pinpoint the fish's location simply by sensing the changes in the water flow through his body.

After his brain received this data, his arm instinctively threw it out.

Ryan walked over to the javelin and pulled it out. Looking at the monstrous fish that should have had ugly tentacles and ferocious teeth, now struggling weakly and dying, he felt a strange hunger.

He had tried eating anything in this terrifying forest, but most of them didn't taste very good.

It would be troublesome to kill them.

But now that my older brother has come, I feel like these things aren't so bad after all!

"Give it to me—"

He spoke awkwardly, took the javelin from Aaron's hand, and threw it casually.

Now we have three or four big fish as our food reserves for today.

Ryan gathered all the fish together, holding them in his arms as he followed Aaron, a smile on his face.

They were heading to the unfinished camp, but the process of following his older brother toward the camp made Ryan feel fulfilled and satisfied.

This was something I had never experienced during my previous life wandering in the forest.

How should I describe this feeling?

"Go home!"

The fact that he uttered a word he didn't understand was a sign that his inner potential was being unleashed.

Aaron, like a father seeing his child speak for the first time, grew increasingly excited and spun Ryan around in his arms.

"Let's go home! I'll make you grilled fish tonight!"

He was actually a little skeptical. These fish only looked like one type of fish, but he didn't know if the method he used would actually work.

But since he had already said it, even if he had to go home and ask his father for help, he was determined to make this grilled fish!

The river wasn't far from the camp, and Aaron handed Loga's nails to Ryan.

Let Ryan learn to scrape off the fish scales and drain the blood, then pick up an axe and start making more wood.

Those artisans who taught themselves craftsmanship were said to possess the ability to beat wood into the required shape with their fists.

It is said to be the power of the earliest god of craftsmen.

Unfortunately, Marum could only punch nails; when processing materials, he still needed measuring tools and instruments.

Aaron had to struggle even more, so he had to lift Adam over and use its iron leg as a ruler to measure the distance.

The poor little lion was pressed to the ground and spun around several times, half of its body turning the color of mud.

Adam, panting heavily, fled from Aaron and went to stay with Ryan.

This human is terrifying. He could have easily removed the stent before measuring, but instead he chose to use his own body as a ruler.

This savage seems safer; even if he likes to use himself as a pillow, it doesn't matter.

Ryan learns everything very quickly; this seems to be a talent of the Primarchs.

Although his squatting motion was still somewhat primal, his hand movements were incredibly skilled, even more precise than a machine.

Finally, he even used the same method to cut open the fish's belly, remove the internal organs, and then pierce it with a sharpened twig.

All that's left is to start a fire.

He remembered his brother's actions yesterday and copied them almost exactly, mimicking the process of striking a fire with sparks.

Very good, he needs to learn everything from his older brother!

This thought suddenly popped into Ryan's mind.

By the time Aaron had inserted the four wooden stakes used as corner supports into the base, the morning had passed.

Ah, if only there were more convenient tools.

Aaron looked at the badly worn stone axe with some helplessness; this was the second one to break.

It seems that my mother's childhood remark about how before the advent of metal tools, people rarely built wooden houses and instead lived in caves or thatched huts, was indeed true.

The level of technology that can be achieved using only stone tools is too low.

Ryan had already skewered all the fish and came to Aaron's side, holding up several large skewers of fish that hadn't been grilled yet, his face full of pride.

In a short period of time, he has learned a great deal of skills, going beyond the level of simply making rudimentary javelin throws that he had only possessed in the previous few years.

Ryan saw Aaron worrying about the wear and tear on his stone tools. Suddenly, he had an idea and took Aaron's hand, leading him toward the river.

"sword--"

He uttered that word.

Aaron, unsuspecting, followed Ryan to the river they had just crossed. They proceeded in one direction and soon reached a small hill, on which stood a rather jarring giant rock.

At the top of the rock, a giant sword with a dark gold hilt is piercing into it.

“Sharp!”

Ryan shouted excitedly, but his body movements were no longer as bouncy and wild, and he increasingly imitated Aaron.

He leaped onto the rock and drew the greatsword, which was taller than both himself and Aaron.

But Ryan could freely swing his greatsword and chop at a tree on this side, which would then fall down.

The greatsword's blade wasn't even sharp; it was somewhat blunt, and there were deliberately worn areas for resting on the shoulder.

But this very sword is capable of destroying almost anything.