Ultimately.

Conrad told a joke, rubbing his long hair, and took the glass from his brother's hand, and Nucchidia.

Of course he knew what would happen in this world, and it was a story that only the worst third-rate writer would make up: he would have a less fortunate brother who fell into this world that had long been chosen by the gods, and who had become the saddest and most ridiculous powerhouse in the galaxy under the influence of countless tides of fate.

In that never-ending nightmare, the Midnight Ghost had foreseen all of this: just as he had foreseen that the galaxy would burn, just as he had foreseen the end of each of the offspring, as if he had seen how Morgan and Gilliman's plan of agreement would shake the earth for the next 10,000 years.

He knew that Morgan and Killeman would sign hundreds of documents today, and they would sign the same number in the past, and they would sign many more in the future: among the tens of millions of documents, most of them would be silent and anonymous, but there would still be some very special ones that would cause a shocking storm in the galaxy.

Some of them will become the pillars of the Empire's survival, some will be the guarantee of long-term peace and stability of the galaxy, and some will be completely erased from the history books, and even Killiman himself can only whisper about their existence in remorse and trembling.

Conrad sees all of this clearly, because he dreams every night, and every dream he dreams brings him into chaos that he has almost never seen before: psionic and enchanted items from the Spider Queen, which saves the Midnight Spirit from the pain of being tormented by visions all the time, but at the cost of waiting for others to sleep peacefully in his sleep, Conrad has to meet countless dream purgatory in his sleep that is more terrible than reality.

So, the Midnight Ghost can see more of the future than the Emperor and the Palm Sealer can speculate on a chess game, he can know what the butterfly effect can cause at the slightest difference, he will know what the lower limits of his brothers will show when facing an invincible enemy, and he will know how difficult it will be for his genetic father to get what he wants.

Or rather: that's impossible.

At the very least, in Conrad's view, the emperor's grand cause, like the name of his ship, was nothing more than a dream, and he had not even seen the dawn of the emperor's successful retirement in his dreams.

However, even in the father-son secret conversation on Holy Terra, Midnight Ghost never thought to tell his father about it: just as he had seen in his dreams countless things that would happen in the future, and the possibility of his brothers making mistakes, he had not told anyone involved.

It's like......

Just as even though he knew that his red-sand brother had fallen on Nuccadia, and most likely had suffered the greatest tragedy of his life, the bleak future, Conrad didn't tell anyone, not even Morgan.

Even now, when Killiman inadvertently handed over the world of Nucaedia to the Midnight Ghost, Conrad did not take the opportunity to tell his blood relatives that there was a brother in this world.

……

And the reason why Midnight Ghost chose to do this is, of course, for a reason.

Conrad is not a cold-blooded, ruthless brute who treats his brother as a plaything, nor does he have the increasingly rotten and crazy mentality of the past on Nostramo: Conrad's silence is the result of deliberation, and it is one of the most painful but correct choices he has made after gradually learning the truth about the so-called "prophetic power" in his mind.

The choice is that he accepts his abilities and will witness and remember as much as possible the illusions of the future that have unfolded before him, but he will not choose to use these dream illusions to interfere with reality.

He will use them selectively.

For example, when prophetic visions involve Conrad himself, he will bravely face them: the prophecy tells Conrad where he will bleed on the battlefield, and before reaching the place where the blood is shed, Midnight Wraith will fight like the bravest of fighters.

And when the illusion involves someone else, especially something important, Midnight Ghost chooses to be cautious and silent: he only reveals the little things that don't matter, and he never meddles in the big things.

Even if someone specifically asked a question, he would never say it.

This was his principle, and to Conrad's relief, the only Lord of Avalon, who could shake it, never forced him on this point.

So, in keeping with this principle, Conrad did not confide in the Emperor about his failures, nor did he reveal anything about the Lord of the Red Sands: this principle sounds very stupid and heartless, but in reality, it is the final solution that Midnight Wraith had to choose after several times of thinking and even practice.

In the past few days, the Midnight Ghost had taken courageous steps to change the tragic future he had foreseen, encouraged by Morgan: some of them had been gratifying, while others had consequences that had caused Conrad to break out in a cold sweat.

He finally settled on one point.

His prophecy is not omnipotent, or even entirely correct.

As I said before, his prophecy was nothing more than chaos, a chaotic film, cluttered in his mind: not only did they have no logic to each other, but they would also give several, if not dozens, different paths of development on the same thing, and the dozens of futures in front of him were all most likely wrong.

None of them will happen, and reality will choose a path he never imagined.

After thinking about it carefully, the original body could only choose to deal with it with a wry smile: after all, the so-called prophecy is just a movie that is too real in his mind, and the development of reality is more illogical than any film and television work, and it is ridiculous to want to interfere with those things that happen in reality by foreseeing a few scattered fragments in advance.

You know, even the birth of a small thing often has thousands or even tens of thousands of logical chains behind it, and any one of them goes wrong, which will make the development of things very different: and how can his Midnight Ghost rely on a broken fragment of reality to push back all the logical chains behind it?

Conrad even despaired to discover that in many cases, when he foresaw the future of something, it was itself a butterfly effect on the matter: the moment he foresaw the future of the event, the future could not have developed as he had foreseen.

Realizing this, the Genogen finally understood the Emperor's contempt for the prophecy: Midnight Wraith chose to agree with this contempt, and Midnight Wraith didn't tell anyone about his Red Sand brother.

And before that, the original body had actually tried again and again to save the brother he had never met in his immersive prophetic vision: the result of these attempts made him finally decide to remain silent in reality.

Because after comparing the results of his various efforts, Conrad finally found that if he wanted to help the tragic brother, then the best thing he should do was to keep himself silent and say nothing.

Absurd conclusion: but it is also a conclusion that has to be faced.

“……”

So, the genogen chose to raise the corners of his mouth, took the drink from Killman, raised his glass, and told a joke of his to the blood relatives in front of him in the midst of inner pain and silence.

He told a joke, rubbed his long hair, took Nukedia from his brother, and spat out a joke about the entire Eighth Legion, so that a different kind of joy and optimism spread to the other two genetic agents present.

yes, be happy.

Be optimistic.

In this dark galaxy destined to be ridiculous and chaotic, optimism is often the last thing they can do.

……

That's it.

The original drank the wine.

He didn't say anything in the end.

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"But, it's impossible for everyone to choose to keep his silence."

"There are always people who want to speak up."

"Either for the conviction of the heart, or for the business of the mind, or simply because of stupidity, jealousy, or incomprehensible paranoia, they are eager to use all means to destroy what they see as wrong."

"They don't care what the price will be paid for doing so, what kind of damage will be caused, and whether it will affect the innocent, they only think that the justice in their hearts trumps all the truths in the world, and even the interests of others and the logic of the development of reality."

"What is even more tragic is that there is never a shortage of such people in reality, and even among our brothers, there is never a shortage of such people who blindly oppose those useful ideas for the sake of the wrong obsession in their hearts."

"It's a pity, isn't it?"

[It's really a pity.] 】

Morgan smiled and nodded, echoing her Otlama brother.

[But I'm more curious, my dear Robert, how can you criticize a person so blatantly? And that man is still our brother: who is it? It was able to make the gentle Lord of Maculag so out of shape. 】

"I'm not out of shape, Morgan, and it's not much of a judgment."

In front of the smiling Spider Empress, it was Killiman, who had spoken fiercely just now, and lowered his head a little embarrassedly, and coughed lightly a few times to hide his embarrassment: but his tone was unconsciously weakened.

"It's just...... Some are incomprehensible. ”

The Lord of Maculag frowned at first, then his eyes widened, he raised his eyebrows, put on a helpless posture, shook his head and sighed: but in the meantime, the hands of the genetic protogens had not stopped working, and they were still signing document after document at a rapid pace, which was beyond her reach even in Morgan's opinion.

In the blink of an eye, at least 30 documents were extracted, signed, sorted out and filed in an orderly manner, and each one was carefully reviewed and appropriately corrected before it was approved.

These thirty documents are the result of the discussions between Kiliman and Morgan in the past four hours, involving many fields such as military, people's livelihood, trade, diplomacy, and even literature and art, and in the Far Eastern frontier and the five hundred worlds, there will be at least hundreds of imperial worlds, because of these pen by stroke, ushered in a good opportunity for prosperity and development, so that famine and ignorance will disappear completely in these imperial worlds with the retreat of the era of strife.

There is no doubt that this is what the Lord of Macurag is most happy to see, and he even calculated according to the data in his hand: if the Dawnbreaker and the Ultramarines can continue to maintain such a cooperative attitude, at least eighty years, then the Five Hundred Worlds and the Far Eastern Frontier will become the richest areas within the Human Empire, even if it is the core of the Sun Star Domain where the Holy Terra sits, the living standards of its people, industrial capacity, and the development of literary creation may only be comparable to the land governed by the two genetic prototypes. Barely comparable].

When he figured this out, that unbridled smile hung on Killiman's face, and he was distinctly happy, so happy that even the words in his mouth became a little blind and impulsive, and became unthinking.

Therefore, when Morgan finished talking about these thirty important documents, digging through his psionic rifts, and finally took out the two follow-up reference books of the [Psionic Sacred Codex] that he had just written, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds took it happily, and the ridicule of some brothers in his mouth had unconsciously echoed in the air.

Killiman didn't name names, but both Morgan and Conrad knew who he was talking about: after all, the wolf king of Fenris had semi-openly professed his support for the psionic scriptures, though his attacks on the Legion of the Thousand Sons and Magnus had not diminished in the slightest.

[So, is something going on with Motarian?] 】

"Don't you know?"

[I don't care about him. 】

Morgan's tone of course amused Gilliman.

"Well, let me tell you, just a few months ago, Motarian formally submitted his request to the War Council of Terra by signing a formal document: he would not allow any mortal psionics trained by the Psionic Sacred Book to join his expeditionary fleet, and if he found anyone disobeying, he would directly use the rights of the original to execute him."

【……】

Morgan raised an eyebrow.

[What is he trying to do? 】

“…… I don't know. ”

Killyman shook his head, but he quickly coughed softly again.

"But I've heard that within the Death Guard Legion, it's not entirely devoid of psionic beings: in addition to those indispensable navigators, the Fourteenth Legion itself has a think tank, and although the scale is not large, the various behaviors they show are still similar to those of other legions that have learned from the psionic scriptures."

【…… And how do you know that, Killiman? 】

“…… Ahem, just rumors. ”

The original body smiled a little awkwardly.

Morgan's eyes narrowed.

After a long pause in silence, she smiled meaningfully.

[I can't imagine that there will be so many rumors on Otlama, maybe one day, there will also be rumors from Avalon, which will be overheard on Maculag?] 】

Killeman immediately shook his head.

"No, absolutely not."

【…… Probably not. 】

The two genetics looked at each other in some silence, and after a while, they each smiled mildly and gave each other a step, while Morgan was interested in asking her unusually well-informed brother about some new [rumors].

[So, are there any recent rumors on Maculag?] 】

"Hmmm......"

Killiman was a little silent, but the voice from Nostramo took his words on its own.

"Not now."

"But, soon."

Conrad's hoarse smile attracted the attention of the two blood relatives, and in the face of these two doubtful or contemplative gazes, Midnight Wraith simply raised his glass fearlessly, as if he was confident about the future [rumor].

"One, huge, rumor."

Conrad emphasized, chuckling, making both Morgan and Gilliman tingle, but the Nostramo man and the casual gentleman raised their glasses to his two brothers.

"Cheers, two."

——————

"Congratulations...... You two. ”

(End of chapter)