Magnus forgot something.

He did it on his own initiative.

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Like his luckiest brothers, the first half of the life of the Lord of Prospero was smooth sailing, and after being swept away by the storms of subspace, the first of the primordial beings was also exiled into the endless galaxy, and eventually smashed into the plaza of the city of Prospero with his pod: a remote world populated by reclusive scholars and fugitive psionics, and Magnus was adopted by the local scholars almost immediately.

Such a childhood may not be comparable to the wealth and nobility of Gilliman as a prince, nor the detachment of St. Giles as the son of God, but it is better than stability and appropriateness, Magnus learns and grows without waves, and when he becomes the greatest scholar, he naturally becomes the leader of his home planet.

The next step is to sweep away the psionic beasts that have been rampant on Prospero, explore, reclaim and reshape the once great city, take over the research work that has plagued more than a dozen generations, observe and practice deep into subspace, and immediately become a master of the field......

What's more, relying on his powerful psionic power, the Lord of Prospero was able to communicate with his genetic father at the soul level early on, and when the emperor's fleet was still heading towards Magnus's hometown, father and son had already become friends who explored the unknown together.

Magnus would not have imagined that the first big problem in his life came from his father: the Emperor brought the Legion of the Thousand Sons, a great army that inherited Magnus's blood, and under the Emperor's note, the original body was reunited with his children, and vowed to protect each other with their lives and honor.

All went well, and the Emperor soon left Prospero, and just as the Lord of Humanity's fleet had disappeared at Mandeville Point, a vision occurred among Magnus's heirs.

Magnus watched in horror as the heir who had just reunited with him twisted, struggled, wailed and died, and he tried his best to invoke psionic powers and spells, but in vain, hundreds of thousands of warriors lost their lives in just one night, and the situation became extremely critical in an instant: if Magnus had no choice, he would lose his legion in a matter of days.

Magnus thought of his father, but then he also remembered the emperor's paranoia about the pure blood of humanity and his gnashing of his teeth at any mutation, and he hesitated, and finally chose to go deeper into the subspace.

The choice was the right one, at least in the light of the results, as Magnus eventually succeeded in saving his legion, gaining power in a trade, saving a thousand heirs and preserving the last of the fire.

But the content of the transaction, Magnus has long forgotten, it is not a passive thing, but an active act, Magnus gave something in that transaction, something more precious than his eyeballs, his superior intelligence vaguely perceives this, but he does not believe it.

He didn't want to believe, he preferred to forget.

He preferred to run away.

However, forgetting and escaping can erase memories from the mind, but they cannot erase the reality that really existed, and as long as this reality exists, it may generate new memories and make a comeback

At the very least, in subspace, it's possible.

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The genoplasm is a little irritable, no, very irritable.

This irritability comes not only from the frustration of accidentally capsizing in the gutter, but also from the anxiety of not being able to contact his own children, although it seems that he is the one alone, Magnus is more worried about the safety of the thousand sons and Morgan.

In the eyes of the Genoplasma, although subspace can indeed be called a comfortable and calm ocean, just like a real ocean can roll up waves and whirlpools, and can also lurk man-eating ferocious beasts, those unconscious soul fluctuations in subspace are as dangerous as some ancient, dangerous, and uncommunicative terrible creatures lurk in its most obscure depths.

Right now, for example, he's being targeted.

The Genetic Body's consciousness swept across the vast space around him, and he could feel an innumerable array of points of consciousness gathering near and far, similar to those his children called guardian spirits, but in many ways diametrically opposed: undisguised hostility, for example.

Magnus smiled contemptuously.

He did not take the enemy lightly, but these pathetic opponents who did not hide their malice, and they only deserved the attitude of the genetic protogen.

The emperor's heir waved his palm, and the crimson sharp light swept out like a storm, it was a terrifying energy that a hundred thousand sons could not release with their concerted efforts, but it was only the most casual attack of the genetic primordial.

He heard wails and screams, the tearing sound of blades sweeping through the meaningless, pathetic bodies, sounds like this continued with the onslaught of the protogen, but to no avail: every time these tiny, hostile individuals fell, three, five, or even more filled their place, and they gathered more and more like this until the sound of rustling filled every inch of the progenitor's perception.

Eventually, the genogen got bored.

"Enough!"

Magnus shouted, the sound wave containing infinite power, freezing all hostile creatures in an instant, and then he raised his hand and patted it, and the tens of thousands of troops melted away like snowflakes in the scorching sun of early spring.

But this kind of playful victory did not make the genogen feel complacent, but he was keenly aware that more hostility had gathered from all directions, and it seemed that he had indeed come to the depths of the subspace, which was full of strange dangers.

Magnus had no time to fight, and he finally found a direction that had not emitted a dangerous aura, and the consciousness of the genogen turned into a red light and flew in the direction he had chosen: he needed a quiet corner, a safe area where he could settle down, plan his circles and spells, and find his lost followers.

Magnus didn't stop all the way, and he didn't exud more thoughts to investigate and plan, after all, fundamentally speaking, although this place is dangerous, it can't threaten his genetic protoplasm after all.

The progenitor's pace left a red trail that he quickly vanished, completely unnoticed, the alleged hostility vanished shortly after his departure, and the place where he had fought, leaving only a strange and long laugh.

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The end of the Genogen's journey is not some untraceable remote place, on the contrary, there is an incomprehensible palace that steals all of Magnus's attention almost instantly.

It was a massive structure, too large for any mortal to believe it existed, almost as large as the palace under construction on Holy Terra, every inch of its façade geometrically independent and radiating a rainbow-like glow, and farther back stood towers, one after another, all the way to the number nine.

Magnus wandered in front of the building, hesitating to find an entrance, but just as he was struggling to think, he heard the most violent noise, and saw that the huge building actually cracked on its own, and from the middle of its physics, like a giant beast opening its mouth, the walls of the palace tore open to both sides, revealing a complex courtyard—and in the next moment a new wall was created, covering the inside of the palace, and the time between was so short, Even with the perception of the genetic prototype, Magnus could not see what was inside, and he only felt that there was still a wall within the wall.

Before Magnus could think of anything more, it was all over, and he saw only a royal palace split into a courtyard before his eyes, and he could vaguely see that there seemed to be a labyrinth inside, and then, he saw all kinds of eyeballs constantly appearing in the labyrinth, and they flew out, or rolled out, and kept piling up in the courtyard, and in a few blinks of an eye, this vast space large enough to garrison tens of thousands of troops was crowded with endless eyes.

The genogen turned blue, and he even felt a little nauseous.

And the eyeballs did not stop their activities, they rolled and piled up, they grew huge mouths and teeth, roared and devoured each other, thousands of eyeballs were eaten up in the first moment of the war, and those who were short-lived victors were soon plunged into a new battle.

Until the ninth instant, Magnus saw only one eyeball flutter in front of him, and on it floated nine dark blue pupils, which kept moving all the time, irregularly.

[Hello, Magnus. 】

The eyeball spoke.

“…… What are you? ”

The genogen struggled to speak, resisting the instinct to go to war with the monster at once, for his mind told him it was going to be a hard and desperate battle, though he didn't believe he would lose.

[Oh, what is it, an interesting philosophical nonsense. 】

That one...... The thing laughed, not just the misshapen mouth, but its nine pupils, all of which had cracks and sharp teeth, and laughed in unison, and spat out ravens and misshapen eagles in the midst of this laughter.

I am everything, the son of the pathetic provocateur, I am everything in your pathetic dreams, your arrogance, your dreams, your pursuits, your desires, the great kingdoms and causes you hope to build and establish, the immortal psalms you conceive if they are sung, I am them, so I am nothing, because your dreams and future are but wisps of ashes and meaningless. 】

[I was born in the non-existent past, appeared at the moment when the future was erased, I had thousands of names and titles, but they were obsolete the moment they were spoken, I had thousands of essences and true names, but they were discarded the moment they appeared, I have no name, no essence, I am not a reference to any existence and truth, because I am changing, eternally changing into another form, from the creator of one legend to the destroyer of another myth, It's just a momentary difference in your eyes, and they are indistinguishable and different things. 】

Of course, if you have to find a name for me from your barren and meager consciousness, you can call me ......]

God. 】