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

The boy looked at him with a puzzled expression on his face.

Wop could only sigh.

The biggest problem with the Primarchs is that they mature too early. As soon as they crawl out of the incubator, they are already boys, thin and deadly.

Wop didn't know whether Curze had the ability to predict the future, but he certainly wouldn't be manipulated like an ordinary child.

Wop promised the Emperor to help him raise children, but he himself had no son and had no experience in how to raise a child. He couldn't just say "be my son" to the Primarch like Whitebeard did, right?

The one with the most sound personality among all the Primarchs is Roboute Guilliman, because he has parents, a stable childhood and a happy family.

All Wop could do now was to try his best to create a happiest childhood for the boy based on Guilliman's childhood.

But first they had to crawl out of this damn underground.

The incubator smashed through the hive's buildings and fell into the planet's adamantine crust.

There was no one here, they had to crawl to the hive.

"But why is it Coze?" Wop muttered to himself.

Among the twenty Primarchs, Curze is definitely the most difficult to educate. Is the difficulty of the game hellish from the start?

"You hate me." The boy spoke. These were the first words he said.

"Hate you? No." Wop shook his head. "It's just that the difficulty of the strategy is too high, and I'm a little distressed. Don't worry about it."

The boy didn't understand, but Wop told him not to worry about it, so he didn't care.

The process of climbing up was not easy. The drop of more than one meter was enough to stump Coze, as he was too short.

Wop climbed onto the platform and the boy fell while climbing.

His arms were scratched by gravel, leaving bloody scars and his face was distorted with pain.

Wop wanted to help him, but a flash of inspiration made him give up.

"Beg me," said Wop. "Beg me and I'll help you up."

The boy looked at Wop, neither refusing nor pleading, and asked, "Why?"

Wop said, "I'm your father's friend. He asked me to take care of you and educate you. So I'm teaching you through my actions now: don't rely on yourself for everything. When you encounter difficulties, learn to ask others for help."

The boy didn't answer. He gathered his strength and jumped up. His right hand reached the edge of the platform and he climbed up using both hands.

The boy stood before Wop and said, "I can."

"Great." Wop applauded.

The boy looked at him with a look of pride in his eyes.

Then he saw Wop raise his foot and kick him down.

The boy rolled over and his head hit the ground with a thud.

"Why?" the boy asked, getting up.

He knew a lot since he was born, but he had no experience in getting along with others. Wop was the first person he met, and he didn't understand why Wop treated him like this.

Wop explained, "Well, it's like this. When I was in Terra, I read a story about a little girl playing in the water. Her father saw her and didn't stop her. Instead, he waited until she accidentally fell into the water before jumping in to save her. Because the little girl doesn't truly understand the dangers of falling into the water until she experiences it firsthand. Only after experiencing it firsthand will she become afraid and avoid it. You didn't ask me for help because you think you can get out on your own. This means you haven't encountered any real trouble yet. I have to help you."

The boy asked, "You're going to keep kicking me down?"

Wop nodded: "Probably."

"I'll never get up there?"

"You can try to find another way, but this one was smashed through by your incubator. I don't think there's another way."

"Am I going to die down there?"

"If you can't get up there and you don't have food and water, maybe," Woppe said.

Actually, no, the Primarch is not that easy to die, but Wop must give him a greater sense of crisis.

The boy was silent. He had truly learned this lesson.

When someone is sincerely trying to make things difficult for you, everything you do is wrong.

He must admit his mistake, must give in, and wait until he grows up before looking for an opportunity to take revenge.

The boy looked up.

"Please."

"Give me your hand."

Satisfied, Wop lay on the platform and held out his hand to him.

The boy took hold of Wop's hand, and the latter pulled him up onto the platform.

Wop thought for a moment and snatched the fragment from the boy's hand.

"Children, don't play with such dangerous things. I'll keep them for you first and return them to you when you grow up."

The boy did not resist, and he could not resist.

They continued to climb in the darkness, and when they reached another cliff, the boy reached out his hand to Wop on the platform.

Wop: "You have to come up here yourself."

Boy: “Please.”

"You can't always pin your hopes on others. You have to learn to be self-reliant."

The boy was puzzled. That’s not what you just said.

The boy had no choice but to take a few steps back, run up for a distance, jump hard, and push off the wall twice to climb higher.

But he was too short and still couldn't reach the top.

He tried it a few times for a fee, but the result was no different except for a few more scars on his body.

Wop: "You'd be dead down there without me."

The boy accepted this fact.

Wop: "Do you think I'm right?"

The boy nodded.

Wop: "Why would you give up so early? You could have found another way."

"There is no other way," the boy said.

"why?"

"You told me."

Wop: "You believe me when I tell you?"

The boy was stunned. Shouldn't he believe it?

Wop: "This planet makes its living by mining the adamantium veins in the earth's crust. The mines the workers dig are deep underground, so there may be mines leading to the surface nearby. Those roads are definitely easier than this one. Why don't you look for them?"

The boy asked, "What if I don't find it?"

Wop: "If I can't find you, I'll have to come back and continue climbing this difficult road."

The boy thought what Wop said made sense, but instead of looking for another way, he took a few steps back and prepared to try a few more times.

"Why don't you find another way out?"

The boy said, "Because this path leads to the surface, it is the only sure path."

He kicked the wall twice, but still couldn't reach it, but this time he was just a little bit short.

The boy was not discouraged and began to fall.

A hand grabbed him from above and pulled him up.

The boy looked up at Wop, and Wop said to him, "Let's go, we still have a long way to go."

As they continued to climb, the road became steeper and steeper, and sometimes even Wop had to make several attempts to get up.

But he managed to climb up, then jumped down and squatted in front of the boy.

"Lie on my back. You can't get up here. I'll carry you up."

The boy looked at the cliff several meters high, confirmed the fact, and lay obediently on Wop's back.

Chapter 5: Koz Knows the Sufferings of the World

The boy put his arms around Wop's neck and climbed up on his back.

This road is difficult and long.

They didn't know how long they had been climbing. There was no reference point to measure the time in the darkness, not even any light.

"It stinks." The boy's face twisted into a ball.

"This means we are almost at the bottom nest. Come on."

Wop put the boy down. The last part of the road was relatively flat and they could climb up slowly.

A foul odor hit Wop in the face, and he covered his mouth and nose. It was difficult for him to describe the stench.

The higher you climb, the stronger the stench becomes.

It was like three years of fermenting kitchen waste in a swill bucket, the rancid grease wrapped in the stench of decaying corpses exploding in my nostrils. Just the smell of it made it seem as if some disgusting yellow-green oil film was crawling down my esophagus.

As expected, Wop vomited, and the boy also vomited.

But even if you vomit, you still have to keep going.

No matter how high they climb, they still have to pass through the bottom nest, and no one can help them skip this distance.

Finally, they climbed up.

This was a dark street with potholes on the ground. Various kinds of garbage piled up in the corners of the walls oozed thick green juice, and the released gas stung Wop's tear glands.

This mixed stench was beyond his physiological limit, and Wop didn't even have the strength to vomit. He suddenly felt that being a waste in Terra was not bad.

The boy's adaptability was much stronger than his, and he could already stand up straight and observe his surroundings.

"Where are we going?" the boy asked.

"I don't know. Let's ask someone first."

Several scavengers were lying next to the garbage mountain, curled up in the corner, motionless.

Wop: "They died not long ago."

"why?"

Wop: "Because their clothes haven't been taken away, and their bodies haven't been eaten. I haven't been to the bottom nest, but the situation is probably about the same. Go and take their clothes off, so you don't have to be naked anymore."

The boy asked, “Is this the right thing to do?”

"There's no right or wrong. People have to survive first before they can talk about morality."

The boy walked towards the scavenger's body, took off the respirator on his head and threw it to Wop, then took off his coat and wrapped it around himself.

That's enough, he is so thin that a coat can cover his whole body.

He then took the mask off the face of another, thinner young scavenger and put it on his face.

"Thank you?" asked Wop.

"Thank you."

The boy bowed to the two bodies.

Boy: "Should we do something for them?"

Wop was surprised that these words could come out of Coze's mouth. He thought about it.

"According to the custom in my hometown, the dead should be buried. But we don't have that condition. Let's just throw them from the pit. It will be the greatest comfort to them if their bodies are not eaten by others."

The boy nodded, dragged the two bodies to the big pit they had climbed out of, and threw them down with difficulty.

Wop stretched out his right hand, and blue light gathered in his palm.

The moment he closed his five fingers, a low-pitched groan of pain came from the rock at the edge of the pit.

The scattered, broken gravel flowed upstream and, attracted by the light, was spread at the entrance of the cave, filling the surface of the pit in just a few minutes.