Chapter 386

"There's no need to be so provocative."

The Master of Mankind, the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, the liar, the thief, the dried corpse, Neoth, the hook-seller, the source of daddy issues, and the brown-haired boy with ten thousand other titles sat beside Zhou Yun, clutching his heart tightly, his face twitching uncontrollably.

He had just been provoked by Zhou Yun's remark, "Is all of this really worth it?", which made him seem much more spirited, while he simultaneously expressed his sincere gratitude to Zhou Yun in every language he had learned in his life.

Zhou Yun sighed that he truly was a miracle doctor.

In truth, looking at the expression on the brown-haired boy's face, Zhou Yun still felt a twinge of guilt in his heart.

But it was only a tiny bit, and it vanished as soon as it satisfied Zhou Yun's need to imagine he still had a conscience.

"Do you need me to call Guilliman and Sanguinius in together?" Zhou Yun asked the brown-haired boy beside him, sitting on a large rock by the riverbank.

The scenes before Zhou Yun were essentially the product of a "dialogue," a higher-level form of communication.

As long as Sanguinius and Guilliman were fed Translation Konjac, they could be pulled into this exchange as well.

After all, they had both used Siegfried's medicine, and theoretically, they could both withstand the impact of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's current power, which was filled with a desire for self-destruction.

The brown-haired boy, now more spirited and human than before, moved his cheeks slightly.

He casually picked up a stone from the muddy riverbank and tossed it toward the bronze-like river in front of him.

The stone created a few ripples on the water's surface before sinking quietly to the bottom.

"I owe Sanguinius a great deal."

"He is a perfect child, a perfect general, a perfect angel."

"And I am a failed father, a failed monarch, and I am not a god."

The brown-haired boy said slowly:

"I am truly too ashamed to see him again. Spare me."

"And then, please apologize to him on my behalf—the apology of a bad father to his son."

"... And what about Guilliman?" Zhou Yun asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"... Who?" The brown-haired boy was stunned for a moment, then recalled the meaning of the name: "Oh, Screwdriver... no, Ambition... no, Thirteen."

"Right, Thirteen, Roboute Guilliman."

"..." A deathly silence enveloped both Zhou Yun and the brown-haired boy.

"He is my extraordinary son; I love him as I love my other sons," the brown-haired boy said after a long silence.

Zhou Yun looked at the brown-haired boy with an expression that was extremely difficult to keep straight.

He knew that the relationship between Guilliman and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang was actually very thin, and naturally, there was no talk of any sincere father-son bond.

The relationship between Guilliman and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang was less like the collaboration between father and son that existed between Horus and the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, and more like a simple cooperation reached for objective interests.

But this was too exaggerated, wasn't it?

He had just forgotten Guilliman's name, right?

"... No, it's not that I don't care about Thirteen..."

The brown-haired boy gently extended his hands and stared at his own body:

"Even this version of me before you is not entirely the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang from ten thousand years ago."

"I am fragmented, and the self-destructive, thirsty emotions of billions upon billions of humans constantly assault me. Every moment, they pray to me: 'Your Majesty, stand up, let us completely destroy this bastard world.'"

"Under the scouring of these emotions, I have had to use other people's impressions of me to glue myself together, which has also led to me being greatly distorted."

"The reason I chose this form to meet you is also because not many people have seen this appearance, so it is less influenced by others' impressions of me."

"This version of me is closer to the original Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, rather than the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang in the eyes of others."

The brown-haired boy sighed slightly, placed his hands back on his knees, and continued:

"After I threw a small portion of my authority to you, it did indeed ease things slightly."

"But my existence remains fragmented, and my memories naturally are as well. My memories of many people rely to a large extent on the overall impression humanity has of them."

"Humanity's overall impression of Sanguinius is unified, so I can recall memories related to him relatively well."

"As for Guilliman—ambitious, traitor, bastard, bureaucrat, overtime, son, oppressor, terrifyingly rational... there are too many, and my memories of him have also been affected."

Zhou Yun looked at the brown-haired boy, and another deathly silence fell between them.

"And the possibility of a Guilliman Heresy is not zero," the brown-haired boy whispered.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I almost thought you were a good father just now," Zhou Yun couldn't help but say.

"It's fine. By Saint Doraemon, there was a moment when I also mistakenly thought your mouth had a bottom line," the brown-haired boy responded with an unmoved expression.

Zhou Yun twisted his neck to look at the brown-haired boy: "Your humanity is a bit too abundant."

"Thanks to your excellent provocation," the brown-haired boy nodded with a smile.

"A weasel who failed at parenting."

"A naturally evil blue raccoon cat."

The two stared at each other just like that.

"... Sigh." A rather helpless sigh came from the river surface, faint and ethereal, as if coming from the silver-haired boy's corpse on the wooden boat.

"... Let's talk about your four-dimensional pocket first."

The brown-haired boy turned his head slightly to look at the river surface, which was rippling with blue-green waves, and said:

"What exactly is it? A Warp phenomenon? Where do those gadgets actually come from?"

"As expected, you don't know either," Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Should I know?" The brown-haired boy frowned.

"For a while, I suspected that you were the one who conscripted me into this galaxy," Zhou Yun said with a hint of emotion.

When he first transmigrated into this world, Zhou Yun basically had to greet the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's holy hook every thirteen minutes.

"It wasn't me. You know, if it were me, I wouldn't have only conscripted one person."

The brown-haired boy said with a matter-of-fact expression:

"You don't know the origin of this four-dimensional pocket either? You don't know where the things you sold went? Or where the pocket leads?"

The brown-haired boy's tone was slightly disappointed.

"The twenty-second century," Zhou Yun muttered to himself while thinking.

"Hmm?" The brown-haired boy's eyelids jumped suddenly.

Zhou Yun thought of the dead Aeldari, thought of the scene Xi Gaoqi said he saw, and thought of the gadgets in his pocket.

At least in terms of origin, the four-dimensional pocket did indeed show that those gadgets came from a future department store and were produced in the twenty-second century.

"My four-dimensional pocket seems to really lead to the twenty-second century..." Zhou Yun muttered to himself.

"... What did you say?" The brown-haired boy raised his tone slightly.

"I said my pocket seems to really lead to the twenty-second century..." Zhou Yun's tone was a bit hesitant.

"You mean your pocket might lead to that twenty-second century that manufactures time machines, Lie 800, If-Telephone Booths, can conduct multi-space-time surveillance, can correct timelines, and treats creating universes like elementary school homework?" The brown-haired boy's voice rose a bit more.

"I'm saying it's possible, just a possibility, not certain—"

Bang!!

The sound of knees colliding with the muddy ground rang out suddenly.

The brown-haired boy knelt on one knee on the ground, reached out, and grabbed the edge of Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket.

Zhou Yun was startled and hurriedly dodged, but the brown-haired boy held onto the four-dimensional pocket tightly.

"By Saint Doraemon, it was my voice that was too loud just now."

While holding the edge of the four-dimensional pocket, the brown-haired boy roared with a ferocious expression:

"Ahahahahaha, so you are a noble person from the twenty-second century! Why didn't you say so earlier? I was wondering if you were a Warp product!"

"Brother! Brother, don't hide!"

"For the sake of us both being human, let the twenty-second century save your brother!"

"Where is the Time Patrol! Time Patrol, save us!!!"

"If that doesn't work, just throw a Lie 800 over here!!!"

(End of chapter)