Gift.

A wonderful word, a beautiful word, a great word that everyone can love.

[Gift] not only symbolizes the expression of blessings and hearts, but also the carrier of emotions and wills, it appears because of the goodwill and respect flowing in the heart, and its value lies in the goodwill and respect itself.

But in any case, gifts are used to release friendly messages, as well as to please another object: there is no doubt about that.

It's just that......

This truth is so simple, but if it is related to a human lord, it will unconsciously fall into a strange future that no one can predict: perhaps it is some kind of talent of the emperor, or it may be a deliberate act of his own unspeakable plan.

At the very least, when Morgan heard the word "gift" from the emperor's mouth, the back of her neck did glow with an eerie cold mist because of some not-so-good memories.

The Lady of Fear is extremely rare to feel the true meaning of fear.

After all, the [Spear of Eros], which contained infinite possibilities, was still peacefully staying in the Spider Queen's mind, exuding a breathtaking aura: even if Morgan slaughtered the entire Crown World of the Randan Empire, the countless alien souls he obtained, and such a huge [Death of Civilization], only made this elusive divine weapon, like a giant bear in early spring, pick up a few wisps of will in half sleep.

But it was these few insignificant wisps of instinctive will that were enough to make Morgan awe of its power: long after the feast that took place on the mother planet of Randan, a well-fed Lord of Avalon, with the blessing of inflated confidence and leisure, explored this [weapon] that she had ignored for too long.

The exploration was not long, and Morgan's psionic tentacles only lurked in the Spear of Eros for about two or three minutes: but it was during this brief period of time that the face of the progenitor changed from light and breezy to slightly serious, to a frown, and then to a cold sweat.

Finally, the Lord of Avalon, who couldn't help but take a deep breath, hurriedly withdrew his outstretched psionic tentacles, and looked at this unsightly [gift] with respect: she was sure of one thing, and that was that no matter what the reason for her genetic father to give this thing to her, she must always maintain a respectful attitude.

The reason is simple: Morgan felt something more desperate than death from the [Spear of Eros], and that breath pointed to the most tragic fate in the whole galaxy, which was a fate that even the genetic protoplasm had to fear, and was so afraid that it cried.

It was from that moment that Morgan understood: this [Spear of Eros], this so-called gift, was simply another mission given to her by the Emperor, one of the countless backup plans of the Lord of Mankind, and the Spider Empress needed to use the time of a whole expedition and the burning of countless civilized countries to complete the orders given by her genetic father.

She has no right to refuse.

But she could be outraged by the mission that had been imposed on her, and shelved the mighty Divine Weapon and ignored its existence for the most part: in this moment, she finally understood why Riemannus hated his Dionysian Spear so much.

Compared with the [Spear of Eros], the [Golden Apple] that has been burning to this day is more useful: at the very least, when Morgan learned to endure the pain and channel the burning golden flames, she was pleasantly surprised to find that these flames could make the subspace pollution rat trap in her heart less arrogant.

As for the [Golden Apple] itself, Morgan has never tried to eat it: the instinct in the dark, as well as the countless whispers that echo in his heart, are all warning the genetic protogen, once she eats this [Emperor's Gift], her fate will be deeply bound to her genetic father, and it cannot be changed.

And the Spider Queen thinks that she doesn't really want to be in the same boat with her father: she is mainly worried about her own high blood pressure.

All in all, with these two precious gifts in front of her, when Morgan heard the word "gift" from the emperor's mouth again, her first instinct was to end the conversation: after all, she and her genetic father had been talking long enough for a conversation, hadn't they?

Thinking of this, the genogen put that perfect smile on his face.

[First of all, thank you so much for your generosity and generosity, Father. 】

Morgan tried not to make his lies too obvious because of his trembling tone.

[But you see: this mission to collect three subspace artifacts is something we have already talked about, and you have already promised me a corresponding reward, which is to help me solve the threat of space necromancy, and you did it years ago.] 】

[Why am I embarrassed to ask you for more?] 】

+ Really? ＋

In the face of this pompous remark, which was so false that even Magnus could see it, the Lord of Mankind did not have the slightest hint of his anger: he only narrowed his eyes, and with a playful face, he looked at his unwilling daughter.

+ My daughter, if you really think so, then as the father of your genes, I will not force you to leave here and do your own thing. ＋

【……】

[Really? 】

+ Do I have any reason to force you to stay? ＋

The Lord of Humanity smiled: it was the same false smile, but Morgan didn't care anymore.

For her, escaping the gift, which may actually be another mission or shackle, is the most important thing at the moment: what she wants to do most now is to leave the Caliban system, leave the emperor's vision, help Johnson clear the rest of the troubles, and hurry back to the Far East with Conrad.

And the first step in these great plans is to get out of this room.

[Permit me, then, to take my leave, Father. 】

Morgan stood up, saluted, and in the blink of an eye had retreated to the edge of the room.

[Unfortunately, I originally wanted to communicate with you for a while, but I really have something to ......]

+ I understand, Morgan, I regret this too. ＋

The Lord of Humanity didn't stop him, he just brought a smile into his face, a smile that made the Genoplasm feel a little uneasy.

The Emperor casually kneaded the chess pieces in his palm, and just as the Lord of Avalon was about to leave the room, he sighed with a voice that barely reached the entire room.

+ Originally, I thought you would be more interested in the genetic diseases of the Daybreakers. ＋

【……】

【！！！ 】

——————

【……】

Please, father. 】

The crimson liquor slowly flows into the finest crystal glasses, and through these priceless wines, the chess pieces scattered on the table dance in a joyful twisted and twisted dance under the crimson curtain.

The Lord of Humanity stretched out his hand and safely took the glass from the genetic primordial.

+ Are you in a hurry? ＋

He laughed.

【……】

[No matter how urgent things are, they are not as good as listening to my father's proverbs: Blame me for having misthought about these obvious truths. 】

Standing like a handmaiden beside his genetic father, the Lord of Avalon poured wine for the Emperor as he suppressed the distortion in his face and voice, smiling brightly.

All this was seen by the Lord of Mankind, who shook his glass, and was not in a hurry to taste the wine, but after the genetic prototype sat down again, he used a sincere emotion as the vanguard of the words, knocking on Morgan's mind.

+ You've changed, Morgan. ＋

You've said that before, father. 】

+ No, this time it's different. ＋

The Emperor shook his head, his words sounding so true.

+ In the past, you would never have been so wronged. ＋

【……】

You are wrong, father. 】

[From the moment I became self-aware, reconciliation was one of the first skills I learned: when I was a mortal, some of the things I experienced were enough to make some of my brothers hysterical if I put myself in my shoes. 】

+ Maybe. ＋

The Lord of Humanity raised a brief smile.

+ When our father and daughter first met: It was only a dozen years ago, and you had already learned to hide your heart and mind in front of me, and to use this flawless smile as a cover to swallow those unbearable bitter fruits. ＋

[This is the power you have given me, and I am just using it reasonably. 】

+ Indeed. ＋

+ But you've changed, Morgan. ＋

The genoplasm blinked.

[Where is the change?] 】

The Emperor glanced at Morgan, his pupils flashing with a certain color that made the Genogen feel a little uncomfortable, or rather, a little impotent rage.

+ Until then, all your compromises are for your own benefit: whether it is to hide your identity or to be false when you wait for an opportunity, it is ultimately for the sake of yourself, the only individual. ＋

+ And now you are sitting here for the sake of someone else: against the strongest desires of your heart, and forbearance to continue this conversation between you and me, which would have been unthinkable to you a decade ago. ＋

+ When did you learn to be considerate of others? ＋

【……】

In the face of the Father of Genes' soft inquiries and playful smiles, Morgan only remained cold on the surface, as if he did not care about the words of the Lord of Mankind.

[I'm not sitting here for the sake of others, Father: Please don't ignore the obvious question, which is that the Daybreakers are my legion, they are my private property in a sense, and their problems are my problems. 】

[Hmm...... Financial issues. 】

Glancing at Morgan's cold face, the Lord of Humanity only curled the corners of his lips.

+ Maybe: you have some truth in what you say, so let me, the part-time treasurer, talk to you about the genetic disease of the Dawnbreaker Legion. ＋

+ Is there anything you would like to ask? ＋

【……】

Can it be solved? 】

Morgan barely hesitated.

+ No, you can't. ＋

The emperor did not hesitate.

The genogen frowned.

[Why?] 】

[Whether it's us, or our legion, aren't they all your works: how can a sculptor be helpless about his stone statues? 】

+ Why? ＋

The Emperor let out a rhetorical laugh.

+ Even the best sculptors, even Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo: after they have finished the main body of a work, can they still modify a crack that appears in the core of the statue? ＋

+ By the time the crack appears, it's already too late, Morgan, the only thing we can do is hope that it will affect the whole work a little later, or that the whole statue will be completely shattered. ＋

+ There is no other way. ＋

【……】

[Really? 】

The genoplasm is still suspicious.

+ Listen. ＋

The Lord of Humanity shifted his seat, and his face became serious.

+ I've created twenty Genotypes, Morgan, and at least half of them have pathetic problem personalities, and similarly, I've created twenty legions, and most of them have innate curses, which are called genetic diseases. ＋

+ The vast majority of legions are afflicted by genetic diseases, and some of them are quite obvious in this regard: my good sons feel that they can hide or dispose of their sick offspring in this matter, and I have to wonder if their brains are logical. ＋

+ These legions were already serving under my command before their return, and I personally created the first warriors of each Astarte Legion, and fought alongside them: how could I not know about their genetic diseases, I just didn't care about them. ＋

+ Watching them make a big fuss, hiding their ears and stealing bells, worrying all day about these little things that have nothing to do with it, is a good realist satire: but some of them have genetic diseases in the legions, which are so serious that I have to pay attention to them. ＋

[For example, my legion? 】

With one hand on her chin, Morgan recalled my research into the genetic seeds of the Dawnbreaker Legion: it was a long, painful, and pointless torture that did nothing but improve her understanding of illness and prepare her mind for the rotting flesh and blood.

[I heard that the Thousand Sons Legion once had a genetic disease similar to flesh mutations, so what kind of genetic disease does my legion have, father?] 】

Morgan cares about it.

+ Which? ＋

The Emperor just smiled mockingly.

He paused.

+ Let's get straight to the point: genetic diseases are actually a product of a dual field involving science and the occult, and the protogen, as the source of genetic seeds, has the strongest influence in this regard. ＋

+ In other words, your influence on genetic seeds as the Legion of Daybreakers is absolute: even those that don't originate from you will be affected by your status. ＋

+ On this basis, think about it, my daughter: is it hard to guess what kind of effect your mental state, your inner world, and even your inner structure can have on those genetic seeds of yours? ＋

【……】

+ To put it bluntly, it is...... ＋

The Lord of Humanity randomly drew out a crystal card: it was [Think Tank].

+ The Legion of the Daybreakers has the worst genetic seeds: This comes from you, and their genetic seeds carry a genetic disease, and there is far more than one, which makes their genetic seeds inferior to those of the Thousand Sons, Space Wolves, and Blood Angels. ＋

【…… But ......]

[But my Dawnbreaker Legion has not recorded any genetic disease outbreaks so far: aside from the pitifully low genetic seed compatibility rate, there is no problem with the bloodline inheritance of the Second Legion.] 】

+ Yes, it's a matter of fate. ＋

The Lord of Humanity looked at his daughter.

+ Do you know why your genetic seed survival rate is so low and you never have to worry about genetic diseases? ＋

+ It's not because of how mild the genetic disease in the Dawnbreaker Seed is: on the contrary, the Dawnbreaker Legion has the most terrible genetic disease inheritance, so terrible that I wanted to give up on my future plans for this legion. ＋

+ But it soon became clear to me that because there were so many and so many genetic diseases in the Dawnbreaker Seed, while the genetic diseases of other legions were lurking in the Seed and waiting to explode at some point in the future, the Dawnbreaker Seed was in a different state. ＋

+ Any Dawnbreaker seed that carries a genetic disease will be quickly killed by a strong genetic virus the moment they are extracted: only those seeds that do not carry a genetic disease at all will survive. ＋

+ In this way, any genetic disease that can lurk in the Legion of the Daybreaker will lose its channel of transmission in the first place because of its drastic effect: according to the ancient Divine Terra, this is called death before the teacher is killed. ＋

+ By mistake, the bloodline of the Dawnbreaker Legion is also extremely pure, even extremely strong. ＋

+ So, there are no genetic diseases in your legion: except for a pitifully small number of qualified genetic seeds. ＋

【……】

Morgan blinked: she didn't react for a moment.

+ A blessing in disguise, isn't it? ＋

The emperor smiled, baring his teeth.

+ That's why your legion isn't plagued by genetic diseases, Morgan. ＋

+ And that's why I stayed with the Second Legion. ＋

(End of chapter)