Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

And there is no Primarch who is not short of love.

Chapter 180 Private/Ruffian (5K)

"Gan! Tell me what your only reason for joining the army is!"

"I'm not Gan, and I didn't join the army! And I won't act with you!"

Perturabo's face crumpled at Wop's incessant chatter.

Wop: "I'll buy you some melon seeds later."

"What do I need melon seeds for?"

"Good question! It's called the Law of Disaster Bias!"

"Who asked you?"

Wop ignored Perturabo's roar, muttering to himself as he continued to dwell on his own thoughts.

"According to the human brain's operating style, escape is often the most efficient solution. The brain defaults to the principle of escape being shameful but useful."

"Under the combined influence of multiple psychological defense mechanisms, humans tend to rationalize the warning signals before disasters, without even realizing they are choosing to escape."

"This selective cognitive shielding is like labeling a safe zone on a cliff that's about to collapse; it's essentially self-deception."

"While it may allow you to bravely dance on the edge of a cliff in the short term, it is like drinking poison to quench thirst. When the cliff collapses, you are already trapped deep inside, losing your last chance to escape."

"For example, if I have a dog, I have a deep emotional investment in it."

"I'm not a dog!"

Wop: "Who asked you?"

Perturabo's teeth were chattering. If he hadn't been afraid of Wop's psychic power, he would have pounced on that chattering mouth and torn it apart!

"I love my dog ​​very much, but he is sick."

"When financial stress and emotional trauma collide, the brain, like an overprotective mother, switches on its own defenses, blocking out the dog's warning signs, such as loss of appetite, lethargy, and coughing."

"As long as I pretend not to see the problem, it seems as if it doesn't exist, and I won't feel anxious or uneasy."

"However, disaster will eventually strike, and my dog ​​will be terminally ill."

"Those clues I had ignored turned into the sharpest thorns when the dog died, driving avoidable guilt deep into my heart."

A trace of pity came over Wop's face, and the dusk cast a melancholy shadow over his features.

Perturabo unconsciously slowed his breathing, his Adam's apple rolling as he uttered a dry question: "Is it...really hopeless?"

Wop suddenly changed his expression and asked doubtfully, "Can he be saved if he's terminally ill?"

"Isn't that your dog?"

"I'm just giving an example, I don't actually have a dog."

Perturabo's fists hardened, and his knuckles cracked. He had been fooled, again!

Wop: "Where was I?"

Perturabo slowly loosened his clenched fists, tightened his jaw and completely froze his facial expression into a cold mask. If he paid any attention to Wop, he would be a dog!

"Good question! It's called cognitive dissonance theory!"

Perturabo turned his head away and snorted contemptuously. Who asked you?

“Once a person’s multiple understandings of a thing are unable to justify themselves, they will enter a state of contradiction and begin to consume themselves.”

"For example, a certain Primarch who wishes to remain anonymous, who landed in Olympia, suffered amnesia, and had a twisted personality. He spent a great deal of time and energy, but did not receive the Emperor's approval. The irreconcilable and sharp contradiction between the two made him uneasy, anxious, and extremely uncomfortable."

“Objective facts are irreversible, but subjective cognition can be adjusted.”

"In order to alleviate the discomfort caused by the contradiction, the brain will activate its self-defense mechanism to adjust subjective cognition to achieve the goal of balance."

"Since the time and energy invested are sunk costs and established facts cannot be changed, we can only make adjustments based on our subjective cognition."

"Either you change your behavior. It's not that the Emperor is stingy with his love, it's that I still haven't met the standards he expects. I should work harder."

"Either you change your mindset. It's not that I don't deserve my father's love, but that he doesn't deserve my loyalty at all."

"Either we reconstruct the truth. It wasn't me who broke my oath, it was him who betrayed his duties as a father first."

"You are either deceiving yourself or others. The Emperor's favor is but a gilded shackle. Only by severing this false bond can you gain freedom!"

“He thinks he’s thinking rationally, but in reality he’s just reordering his biases to convince himself to tolerate the current behavior.”

This is just like staying up late. Everyone knows that staying up late and playing with mobile phones is harmful. There are four ways to relieve the discomfort:

Change your behavior and put your phone down and go to sleep.

Change your mindset and realize that staying up late occasionally won’t hurt.

Reconstructing the truth, staying up late happily is good for your health.

It’s self-deception. Going to bed early may not necessarily make you healthy, but browsing your phone will definitely make you happy.

Of these four approaches, changing behavior is the most difficult.

People often choose to change their cognition, reconstruct the truth, and deceive themselves.

Perturabo also chose a three-pronged approach, and the rebels all chose a three-pronged approach.

Perturabo blushed again, "That's not me!"

Wop gave him a caring look, "Of course, why would it be you?"

"You're making fun of me!"

"I do not have."

"You obviously do!"

Wop shook his head slowly. "Do you think this is funny? I just feel sad."

"I clearly watched the wheel of fate approach, but could only struggle to survive in the gap before it arrived."

“The most painful thing in life is knowing it will happen but it hasn’t happened yet.”

“The greatest tragedy in the world is to watch tragedy happen and be powerless to do anything about it.”

Perturabo demanded sharply, "Since you know the tragedy hasn't happened yet, you should strive to change it instead of wallowing in self-pity like a coward!"

There was a hint of desolation in Wop's eyes. He shook his head slowly, "There's nothing I can do."

Perturabo's voice was thick with disdain. "Giving up without even trying? Is that your answer?"

Wop gazed at Perturabo with a deep gaze. "It is precisely because I tried that I have a clear understanding."

This statement was like adding fuel to the fire. Every word Perturabo spoke was filled with burning anger. "I said I will prove it to you!"

"But so far, your promises remain empty words."

Perturabo's rage boiled fiercely in his chest, but he could find no outlet.

Perturabo had a flash of inspiration. "Wait, why should I prove anything to you?"

“Congratulations on learning to change your cognition.”

"You are sophistry!"

"You're running away!"

"I don't!"

"How to prove it?"

Perturabo laughed in anger. Who was Wop to him? Why should he prove anything to Wop?

Even if he needed proof, it wasn't like Wop!

Perturabo raised his head, his icy blue eyes burning with determination. "I don't need to prove anything to you. I will prove it to myself!"

"Who do you think you are? I don't give a damn what you think!"

Wop curled his lips in disdain. "Oh, I told you, just like your mother, an ungrateful and ungrateful person."

Wop didn't even look Perturabo in the eye as he spoke, and that casual contempt was more deadly than any roar could have been.

"Shut up! You've done me no favors at all!"

"Oh? Who was the person who just swore that he didn't care about my opinion?"

These words were like an ice spike piercing Perturabo's seething rage. His expression froze instantly, and the rage that had been burning just now was suddenly replaced by something sharper.

Perturabo swore that he had blushed more that day than he had in his entire life!

Perturabo's knuckles turned white. "I admit I can't do it now, but I will eventually. I will prove it!"

"So, what are you so eager to prove?"

Perturabo's breathing suddenly stopped, and his chest rose and fell violently like the sea in a storm before falling into deathly silence.

He turned and left without a word, his footsteps so heavy that they seemed to crack the earth.

He hates adults like Wop the most!

Perturabo knew that Wop was not mocking him, and even in those seemingly absurd soliloquies, Wop was trying to teach him some truths.

But Wop chose an unacceptable method, which was exactly what Perturabo hated!

You can obviously communicate in a gentle way, so why do you have to use provocative expressions to irritate him?

Because Wop is inherently stubborn!

I clearly wanted to express concern, but my words came out as harshness;

Although I was speaking reasonably, I always used painful methods to wake him up.

Every word Wop said seemed to be a challenge to him, like a hedgehog covered with thorns trying to drag him into this endless tug-of-war and make him covered with thorns too!

"What a pity the hearts of parents in the world!"

In fact, Wop's performance was quite joyful. It was more fun to tease Perturabo than any other Primarch because Perturabo was so twisted.

But in front of someone who is even more twisted, Perturabo has no place to vent his twistedness, so he can only be red and warm.

A boy’s blush is better than any love words!

Wop could never be the father figure Perturabo had in mind; he needed someone to play the good cop while he played the bad cop.

The over-reliance on negative emotions in education, which uses fire to fight fire, will cause Perturabo to always be in an emotional vacuum, just like a girl who has just broken up and is easily taken advantage of.

Although it can effectively break through Perturabo's self-defense mechanism in the short term, it is still a temporary solution in the long run.

If Perturabo cannot break through himself, he will sooner or later become twisted and love no one.

Someone had to fill the missing love for Perturabo, and that role belonged to Perturabo's future family.

Anyone, but not Wop.

Perturabo didn't look back. His voice was as cold as steel. "I will prove that I will never become like you."

Perturabo caught a glimpse of Wop lowering his head in silence, a barely audible snort escaped his nose, and his steps became lighter.

Wop lowered his head, but his expression relaxed slightly.

Perturabo didn't seem that twisted.

……

As the sunset sank into the horizon, four warriors in gold and white armor appeared before Perturabo, walking along a dry, hard-packed dirt path.

When they saw the boy, their faces suddenly lit up with surprise.

Perturabo set his jaw, convinced these men were coming specifically to find him.

For they cocked their weapons warily at the sight of Wop, like wild beasts scrambling for prey in the forest.

"Who are you?" Perturabo asked preemptively.

The leading officer took a step forward and put his right fist against his chest, and the metal gauntlet collided with the breastplate, making a clear sound.

"I am Miltiades, second-in-command of the 97th Company of Locus. By the command of the great Tyrant of Locus, we have come to seek the boy of Cardice."

Perturabo: "How did you find me?"

Miltiades: "The shepherds witnessed your conquest of the cliffs of Phrigan."