Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 29 Legendary Human Modifier

"pharmacist."

"Won't some strange tentacles grow on my head after I drink this?"

"will not."

"When you're modifying it, you're not going to turn my vocal cords into some kind of weapon or something, are you?"

".Won't."

"Um... you wouldn't use the Pear of Pain to carve me, would you?"

"."

There was no reply from the other party, only a series of extremely loud inhalation and exhalation sounds.

"If you insist."

"No, no, thank you, thank you."

"Hey, that's right!"

"Pharmacist, you wouldn't take my genes to create a clone and then do some weird things to it, would you?"

Bang!
"Ow!"

A distinct hammering sound.

This was followed by another scream.

"Be quiet."

The surgical instruments behind the white coat of the Michelin model unfold like the legs of a spider.

She punched the incessantly talking guy in extreme impatience, then looked back at the experimental readings extracted from the display screen beside her.

Casca never imagined that one day he would have to go to the operating table of an old Chinese medicine doctor.

Of course, this Meilushin should only be considered a "small-time traditional Chinese medicine practitioner".

The Emperor Dream has now completed its subspace journey and arrived in the solar system.

Kasgar thought he would have to go to Terra Palace to undergo the modifications, but to his surprise, Melusin suddenly found him and told him that some of the non-classified modifications to Kasgar could now be carried out.

Then, he was nervously led to the operating table.

Logically speaking, Melousin should still be considered a good person at this point.

They are dedicated to their work and will not arbitrarily alter patients' conditions.

probably not.

Right?
But looking into the other person's cold and inhuman eyes, coupled with those eerie mechanical limbs behind her, she was struck by their cold and unapproachable gaze.
Kaska couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Is this the oppressive feeling brought by the [Legendary Modified King]?

Melusin didn't seem to care what Casca was thinking.

Casca's words seemed far more normal compared to his physical stats.

All of his physical readings remained at the levels expected of a twenty-year-old young man.

Melusin had heard this legend from Fugrim before, but she never took it seriously.

After all, it's quite difficult to take statements like "Love! It's all because of love! Because of the power of love, Casca will never grow old!" seriously.

But no matter what, he spent thirty years with Fugrim on Chemos, and in the end he was only twenty years old.
Is this a case of an old man having a young child?

Such a permanent appearance is not actually impossible.

That is what immortal beings are like.

Like the human emperor and Macardo, they are both extremely powerful human immortals.

Unless deliberately controlled, their bodies do not age over time.

The problem is that, according to the psionic analysis of the blood, Casca is not immortal.

He simply hasn't aged.

Apart from that, all other physical indicators were perfectly normal.

It's more accurate to say it's perfectly normal.

"All organ and secretion values ​​are averages for a 20-year-old male."

Upon seeing these figures, a glimmer of light appeared in Meilushin's eyes, which were hidden beneath heavy dark circles.

It's exactly the same as the most standard anatomical template in textbooks!
If Casca weren't the Primarch's spouse, she would have liked to clone some of them to use as anatomical specimens.

But to be honest, are these really the values ​​that a normal human being should have?

Casca.
Melusin turned her head and looked at Casca, who was blinking innocently.

He was less a human being and more a human being.
It's more likely that it was created by some being beyond human comprehension, resulting in a monster that is not much different from humans.

Same as her.

"Pharmacist, I have another question."

"Ask." "If I use Fugrim's gene seed to modify my body and become her offspring, wouldn't there be some ethical issues you understand?"

"."

"pharmacist?"

"No, because we've never seen you as a father."

"Huh? So what do you guys think of me?"

"Um"

Melusin didn't turn around; she simply turned her back to him and selected different potions.

"Primarch Vograim's gigolo, or what?"

Tsk.

Kasga wanted to refute, but couldn't find a good reason to do so.

Seeing that the usually boisterous Casca had fallen silent, Melusin also felt rather uneasy.

Was what I just said a bit too hurtful to him?
Looking at the medical examination data, there were dense calluses from the fractures near his pelvis.
These are all signs of the repeated shattering and devastation his pelvis had suffered at the hands of Fugrim.

It's not easy.

Besides, although he is indeed a bit too impulsive now, it's because his mindset is forever stuck in his teenage years, which isn't his fault.

A feeling of pity and guilt welled up inside Melusin.

“Merusin, I never expected that... there really is no one in the Third Legion willing to acknowledge me as their father.”

"I thought that the one-day holiday I secured for you all in Chemos had allowed us to trust each other."

Casca's gaze softened considerably.

It's like an elderly father speaking his last words to his rebellious daughter.

After all, when a person is about to change, their words tend to be good.

"That's all."

“If you really can’t bring yourself to call me ‘father,’ you can call me—”

“☆Mother☆Fucker☆”

Bang!
A louder, deeper hammer blow came from the operating table.

"Ouch! Uh—ah!"

With a single, heavy blow, the final anesthetic measures were completed.

Physical anesthesia is also a type of anesthesia.

Ugh.

Casgar, you bastard
Whenever I try to show you some respect, you speak.

Melusin thought to herself, annoyed.

"Surgery begins."

The Imperial Dream has safely docked in a starport in the solar system.

"The initial conversion training for this batch of new Chemos recruits has been completed."

"As for Casgar, his situation is rather special; he is currently still dormant in the static field."

"The next phase of the renovation will need to be completed in the deep laboratory within the Imperial Palace."

Fugrim calmly directed the two people in front of him.

"Even including new recruits, the Emperor's Son currently only has a little over five hundred men, so it's too early to officially deploy them in military operations."

"You will be in charge of the Third Army Corps' recruit training and cultural exchange for the next three months or so."

Phoenix's eldest daughter, the swordswoman Aqua, and the sage Rellano.

They were all highly respected elders among the emperor's sons.

"Yes."

The two knelt on one knee and gently pounded their breastplates with their hands.

"My lord, where are you going?"

Aqua looked up and asked.

Transporting a person doesn't necessarily take three months.

"Go get something."

A hint of a smile flashed in her eyes as she pointed to the large foundry at the foot of the sacred Terra Ural Mountains.

"It's time to prepare a small gift for that sleepy little guy."

(End of this chapter)