Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

In some garden worlds, some foolish parents will tell their children - as long as you always believe in the Emperor, be kind to others, and be a good person, the world will reward you with the same attitude.

Of course they are completely wrong, except for the first one. And the first one is not completely correct. At least the Emperor himself definitely doesn't want you to believe in him. This is just a helpless move.

It is also a necessary move.

However, no matter whether you are a good person in the traditional sense or a so-called bad person, the world's attitude towards human beings is indifferent. The world is a general concept. It does not care whether you live or die, nor does it care whether you have enough food and clothing.

Nuan, not to mention your mental health.

In fact, it probably doesn't care about anything. It treats everything equally and is cold and equal.

So, if there is someone who not only cares about your life safety and mental health, but also takes care of a series of things such as "food, clothing, transportation"...

"I don't know what to say, Captain." Fulgrim pursed his lips and said.

He Shenyan rubbed his eyebrows, leaned on the chair and waved his hand: "If you don't know what to say, stop talking. Take these allocated simulation cabins to the bottom deck to get an operating room, and then go to the first city or the third city."

Let’s select people from the three cities... Children of appropriate age should be ready, I sent out the notice yesterday.”

"Shall we start now?" Phoenix looked like he hadn't come back to his senses yet.

"You can wait, I don't care when you start rebuilding your legion."

The mage sighed, and his illusory face seemed a little more solid compared to the past few days: "There are still three days... you can complete the preliminary selection, and as for the rest, you can wait until the war is over.

"

Fulgrim pursed his lips, and the Chemosian's expression showed a confusion that he didn't know how to describe. He had secretly looked forward to the arrival of this day - countless times.

However, when it really came, he was the one who was at a loss. The numerous preparations he had made before had all turned into broken words that disappeared in the wind. He could not even remember their details at first, and could only hear the distorted words.

High-pitched noises and the sound of your own heartbeat.

"Okay, don't act like you're about to cry." The mage rolled his eyes impatiently. "If you have nothing to do, just go out and do your work."

The other primarchs present looked at Fulgrim with strange eyes, but Phoenix was completely unaware of it. He walked out of the captain's room with a confused and confused look. Beside the round table, someone shouted.

He let out a deep laugh.

——Don’t get me wrong, it’s not Leman Russ, it’s Vulkan.

"...What's wrong?" Faced with the strange expressions on his brothers' faces, the Fire Dragon Lord replied with a frown on his face. "Is it wrong to laugh?"

"Laughing...of course is right." Jaghatai Khan replied seriously. "But, Vulkan, I am surprised that it is you and not Russ who does this."

Leman Russ, who was drunk from having banquets every day, and even now in a state of drunkenness, looked back at Khan in confusion, and instinctively bared his teeth: "What?"

Sanguinius patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay."

"oh......"

"I didn't laugh at him!" Vulkan shouted. "I'm just happy for him! He was finally able to rebuild the legion!"

"If it were someone else who said this, I would question him, but if it were you..."

The Chogorian smiled: "I will only question it for a moment. Your character convinces me, brother."

Vulkan didn't know for a moment whether to thank him or to continue the conversation and argue with him about this matter. After thinking about it again and again, he decided to stay quiet because Corus Ko was sitting on the other side.

Lux's sluggish look caught his attention.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon glanced at Conrad Curze, and the Lord of the Night responded to his gaze with an elegant smile, and even spread his hands in a questioning gesture.

Cozz opened his mouth and asked silently: What's wrong with me?

"...Ahem, Corax, what's wrong with you?" Vulkan turned around and asked.

"He lost too much."

The sitting posture was exactly the same as that of He Shenyan. Robert Guilliman, who was also rubbing his eyebrows, answered Vulcan's question with his eyes closed: "In the past four days, he has been playing games with Curze through the simulation cabin - of course, he also

Stay with me."

"game?"

Vulkan looked at the depressed Corax, then at the energetic Konrad Curze, and frowned in disapproval: "What game can cause such a result?"

"It hasn't been named yet, we call it a kingdom. Brother, in addition, I think it is not just a game. It is a spiritual projection, which can tap the management potential buried in our hearts, and can also

Let us see our own shortcomings.”

Conrad Coates smiled and started talking very fast, as if he was a different person: "In a civilization that is still in the Middle Ages, you register at the age of twenty, and based on this, you can theoretically have the most

In seventy years of life, you will become the king of this civilization. So, what will you do in these seventy years?"

Vulcan pondered.

After two minutes, he replied: "Please allow me to ask a question first - that civilization, what is the natural environment in which it is located? Is it like Nocturne?"

"If you want, you can ask the Center to design it like that." Corax said weakly.

Before the game started last night, he had another quarrel with Konrad Curze. According to the content of the quarrel, the Lord of the Night asked the Center to set Corax's birth point to a medieval version of Nostramo.

.Sin is rampant, a country of eternal night.

】

As for the result... I don't think it needs to be explained too carefully.

Chagatai Khan on the side also became interested: "This is very interesting, so, can we also set some identities?"

"That's also possible." Senior player Robert Guilliman replied. "You can even try to play as Sanguinius and land on medieval Baal. Of course, this function is not yet open, we are just purely playing

king."

Angel Baal's eyes widened in disbelief, and he made a monotonous sound from his throat: "Ah-ah?!"

"It's getting more and more interesting..."

Chagatai laughed happily and stroked his long beard: "Is the only option for medieval civilization? Can life span be extended? Seventy years is too short. If I put all my effort into the seventy years after taking the throne,

Having built my kingdom into a gem, I naturally want to continue to see it shine."

He made a gesture: "Wouldn't it be too boring if we just let it go on like that? Besides, there are three of you playing together, how are you going to win this game? Is it better to see whose kingdom develops better? Or is it better?

Say, can we start a war with each other?"

"It's possible, but we haven't done anything like that - except to exterminate the barbarians harassing the border."

Guilliman replied: "There are many ways to determine victory, which is why we set the lifespan to seventy years, otherwise a game would take too long. At the moment our avatar's lifespan ends

, the system of the simulation cabin will judge whose kingdom develops better from all aspects and decide a winner."

Khan narrowed his eyes: "I really want to play this game now... You actually played it for four days in a row without telling us?"

Robert Guilliman opened his eyes and found that even Russ, who was still in a drunken state, was looking at him with interest.

"...Well, it's still in the testing stage." Guilliman explained helplessly. "As far as the current situation is concerned, it is not particularly perfect. At least the universities I built cannot do it internally.

Let me observe carefully, this is not very true."

"University?"

"Yes, in every game, he will give priority to the development of agriculture and education." Konrad Coates said with a smile. "This seems to be some kind of instinct engraved in his bones, and then he will start to work personally for a long time.

Handling government affairs—seriously, Guilliman, don't you think that's a little pathetic?"

The Son of Revenge frowned: "What's so sad about developing agriculture and education?"

"I mean you personally handle those government affairs - at least, I won't be so meticulous that I have to personally review the actions of the simulated officials every month. Are you working in a simulation?"

Curze's words caused a wave of joy, and Vulkan burst into laughter. Guilliman's frown deepened: "I just take it seriously. I don't think this is something worthy of ridicule."

"Indeed." Jaghatai Khan stopped laughing and put on a serious expression. "You didn't just treat it as a game, right?"

"......Yes."

After a moment of silence, Guilliman nodded and admitted the matter.

"I want to slowly improve this game and make it a true simulation of reality, at least 80% realistic. In this way, some basic strategies do not need to be implemented in the pilot run

And after trial and error step by step, I can trial and error directly in the simulation."

"Your vision and sensitivity in this regard amaze me, brother." Khan nodded appreciatively. "In such precious post-war rest time, you actually still think about the empire's internal affairs system and various strategies.

..."

He changed the subject: "You are simply born to work hard."

Guilliman was stunned. The captain's room was silent for a moment, and then laughter broke out louder than before. Then, a man who had been silent spoke at this moment.

Rogal Dorn's voice sounded calmly: "That was a nice twist, Jaghatai, but I didn't like your mocking of him."

The Chogorian made a 'sure enough' expression, and then explained helplessly: "This is not a joke."

"No matter what your intention is, it sounds like a mockery to my ears, and I don't like it when it happens - he is doing the right thing, and this simulation system can really become something more important.

The prototype of.”

"At least, among the people playing the game, the other two are not aware of this. Don't look at me like that, Corax, I'm telling the truth. You are a liberator, but you are by no means a qualified ruler.

I hope this 'game' can give you some experience."

The Lord of Crows was choked by him and couldn't say a word for a long time. In the end, he actually didn't refute, but nodded silently.

A mean smile appeared on Curze's lips: "The way you taught him was so natural, Dorn."

"This is not a lesson. I am not qualified to teach you. I am equal to any of you. We are all the sons of the Emperor and the original body of the Empire - some people may have done wrong things, but they have gained

A precious second chance.”

Dorn stared at Konrad Kurtz with sharp eyes: "...I hope he will not waste this hard-won second opportunity. We may have a distinguished status, but our responsibilities are heavier. The latter is the most important.

Something that requires care.”

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I won't. In fact, your prejudice against me makes me feel at ease." Kurtz stood up and bowed sarcastically. "This is in line with your stubborn character, isn't it?

?Classic Rogal Dorn style.”

"...I have no prejudice against you." Dorn said after a moment of silence.

He didn't care about the weird atmosphere in the captain's room, nor did he care about other people's eyes that advised him not to talk anymore. Roger Dorn just spoke out his truest thoughts word by word, with incomparable clarity.

——As we all know, he never lies.

"I'm just stating a fact." Donne replied calmly. "I really hope you don't waste this second chance. I didn't like you in the past, and maybe none of us liked you. But that's not our problem."

"Dorn——"

Sanguinius tried to silence him, but Dorn wouldn't listen. Jaghatai noticed that the smile on Curze's face disappeared.

"The way you were in the past could not be liked or even respected. You were moody, unpredictable, fond of killing, paranoid, cruel, ignorant, and ignorant."

Conrad Coates smiled, mockingly.

He showed that he didn't care about Dorn. Just looking at that expression, Vulkan even thought that he would slam the door and leave in the next second. Frankly speaking, Vulkan wouldn't blame him if he did this.

he.

But Donne's next words made his expression freeze.

"But you are my brother."

Rogal Dorn slowly showed an unnatural stiff smile with his old face: "The second chance is so hard-won, cherish it, Curze, you must cherish it."

"alright."

The mage, who had been watching the show for a long time, interrupted them. His casual voice sounded so timely at this moment: "In just fifteen minutes, you have actually extended the topic to this extent - okay, let's continue next.

Let’s talk about business.”

"Center, display Ms. Cassandra's frontline battle report."

"clear."

With a slight buzzing sound, the light curtain unfolded.