[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te":3,"chapter-i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-668":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm in Warhammer, Please Don't Praise the Doraemon Machine God",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2265491,4422,"Chapter 668: Injecting Leina","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-668",668,"\u003Cp>“Bai Er?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Son?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Gen muttered three titles in succession, turning to look toward the shadowed corner at the end of the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure writhed there, sometimes splitting into three, sometimes merging into one, strangely twisted, faintly emanating the aura of Slaanesh—yet Fu Gen could sense the figure resisting Slaanesh’s gift and corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Fu Gen instinctively believed it was Bai Er, who always refused to acknowledge the gods, whose every step was shadowed by Slaanesh’s corruption, yet who acted as if he noticed nothing at all, like a man untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Primarch?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure stepped from the corner, gazing at Fu Gen with mild confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face, a blend of Ta Viz and Lu Xiusi, flickered in and out of the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Gen paused, then recognized him—the Battle Master of the Phoenix Sons, Sol, who had once claimed to be the son of Roge Dorn, but was in truth Fu Gen’s own Primogenitor offspring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cloned Primarch felt shame and a flicker of irritation at having revealed his vulnerability before his own offspring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the true Fugrim were here, he would have drawn his blade and swiftly, cleanly severed Sol’s head—to punish him for witnessing his imperfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fugrim had indeed done exactly that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Gen could see it in his memory: Fugrim swinging his sword, cleaving off Adolon’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That dark memory swirled in Fu Gen’s mind, stinging his nerves, whispering like faint murmurs from the depths of his soul, urging him to do the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since slaying the false Ferus on Long Linxing, whispers had always haunted Fu Gen’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he suspected some form of corruption, a sign of decay—but he eventually concluded no external force had invaded his mind; no extra power from the Warp had entered him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, he wondered if he had awakened some psychic talent—but no matter how often he tried, he could never manifest any psychic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Fu Gen could only believe the voice was part of himself: a subconscious layer, a mental facet—or worse, the manifestation of Fugrim’s own dark, horrific memories, the part of him he refused to acknowledge but that nonetheless existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Gen believed he must reflect on this, correct his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suppressed the irrational impulse and smiled at Sol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sol, child, I cannot be your father, your uncle, your attempted erasure, your eternal enemy, your unforgettable idol, your object of envy, your model to follow, the resurrected purple phoenix, and the replica of a fallen venomous serpent all at once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Gen chose a small, playful joke to mask his awkwardness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sol’s expression stiffened as expected—his feelings toward Fu Gen were indeed this complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Fugrim as an enemy; the residual will of Ta Viz within his soul saw him the same way. As Fugrim’s clone, Fu Gen carried the scent of a corruptible essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, Fu Gen was like a girl in a sheer veil, walking alone at night through the streets of Slaanesh’s demonic realm, every inch of him screaming “fertile.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this reason, Sol was always suspicious, doubtful, and wary of Fu Gen, fearing the cloned Primarch would corrupt or fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Sol could not help being drawn to Fu Gen’s presence, instinctively loyal to him, obeying his orders, feeling honored to follow him, exhilarated by his praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the memories buried in his gene-seed—the recollections of the perfect purple phoenix—echoed in Sol’s mind, merging with Fu Gen’s image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So though Fu Gen’s words held a touch of mockery, Sol had to admit: Fu Gen was both the shame he tried to erase and the eternal enemy he hated, and also the unforgettable idol, the model he sought, and the revered father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Arch-Sage Belisarius Dora Kao’s Mechanicum Ark-Explorer, King’s Vessel, has entered the system. He will soon set foot on Murderworld,” Sol said, forcibly shifting the topic back to matters of duty to dispel the strange emotions churning within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Faster than I expected. It seems our Arch-Sage has made further progress in his research on the Arbitrary Gates,” Fu Gen smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sol nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since Saint Dora Dream ascended, many technologies long stalled have begun to revive again. Artificial intelligence has reemerged. Many once-complex tasks have become simple. The power of Mini Dora Dream is immense,” Sol said, his voice tinged with reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his words made Fu Gen frown slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thou shalt not make machines that think as men do,” Fu Gen said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sol looked slightly puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is an ancient maxim from the Age of the Iron Men’s Rebellion,” Fu Gen smiled. “People often believe it warns us that machines thinking like men will escape human control.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I believe this saying is not a warning to machines—it is a warning to men.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When machines can replace human thought, does humanity still need to think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Man is a thinking reed. Can one who no longer thinks still be called human?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Conversely, can a machine that thinks like a man be more human than one who does not?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sol fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which is more human: a man who does not think, or a machine that thinks like a man?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sol, that Great One has revived artificial intelligence not because the problem of AI has vanished. Indeed, AI can no longer betray humanity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet in our private meetings among the Primarchs, we have come to believe the Iron Men’s Rebellion did not arise solely from their disloyalty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps that Great One permits AI’s revival because, before the crisis AI brings, we must face an even greater one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So remember: machines may assist your thinking, but never replace it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand, my lord,” Sol bowed his head in humility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Gen smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In this way, artificial intelligence resembles the gods.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sol again looked confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Both create a wisdom beyond man, replacing the human mind with thought.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whether for artificial intelligence or faith, Kao is the greatest of them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>",989,"2026-06-19T20:02:16.510Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a90bdee6db35957dbc2bff06bc9fa8ccb84323ed18f4f21c900b4a966b90e150","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-669","i-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-dora-te-chapter-667",711,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-warhammer-please-don-t-praise-the-doraemo-cover.jpg"]