Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

Of the twenty-one Primarchs, only Coz, Mortalian, Perturabo, and Angron are Primarchs that you absolutely do not want to encounter!

……

No, Hades, you can do it. Think about Mortarion before he met the Emperor in the original setting. At least back then, Mortarion was portrayed as quite normal, except for being somewhat dark. In fact, his actions could be considered true justice.

In fact, judging from Mortarion's experience with the rebels in Barbarossa, Mortarion was a brave, resourceful, and charismatic leader who loved his people.

So, which step went wrong?

……

Hades had already run out of things to say since he transmigrated here.

In short, reality is harsh, and what you can do is simple: improve your survivability, raise your Primarch Mortharian's favorability, survive until the Emperor comes to Mortharian, and then become an Astartes to extend your lifespan first.

As for what comes next, that's something to think about later.

And now, you corporate slaves, get to use your sycophantic tendencies towards your bosses!

Honestly, I'm a huge Death Guard fan, otherwise I wouldn't have written this. (Macrac's Ultramarines, Fenris's Space Wolf, Baal's Blood Angels... which of these doesn't have a more exciting and easier-to-write start than Barbarossa's Death Guard?)

However, Mortarion's personality is indeed exceptionally eccentric, so the evaluation of him certainly cannot be more positive than negative.

We tried our best to capture his personality (but we definitely couldn't write it with that feel).

Chapter 6 Extra 1: The First Half of Mortalian's Life – A Life of Being Disliked

Mortarian stood outside, holding a scimitar, gazing at the distant mountains shrouded in poisonous fog.

At the highest mountain peak, amidst the densest poisonous fog, stood the castle of his adoptive father, Nacre.

That bastard… his father… Mortarian swore countless times that it was either him or me who would die.

Mortarian was deeply terrified of his adoptive father and deeply loathed him.

From the time he could remember, verbal abuse and mistreatment were his daily routine. He was forced to complete impossible tasks, and then his adoptive father saved him with psychic powers when he was on the verge of death.

When he was still young, Mortarion was once required to climb cliffs in acid rain.

Or fight dozens of rock-corroding dogs before you've even learned to stand.

Or they might be thrown into a highly poisonous swamp to be torn apart by rotting, disease-ridden witchcraft corpses.

Without a doubt, he was too weak, and he failed at everything.

"Useless things."

"All I could do was wail in the mud until I rescued me."

How many more times do I have to save you, you piece of trash?

That's what his father said.

"If you fail again, I'll break your neck."

However, Mortarian never succeeded.

“You are a failed weapon, a freak, you are different from all the creatures here.”

"You are the failed product of my wizarding experiments. I should have destroyed you back then."

"Forget it, you're a failure. Your only use is to fight against other lords."

"Be grateful for my mercy, my good-for-nothing son."

He's going to kill him.

Mortarian wanted to kill his father.

He swore countless times that he would kill him.

He swore when his bones were broken all over his body, his lungs were ripped out, and he struggled tremblingly in the swamp; he swore when his skin was corroded and peeled off by acid rain, and his chest was pierced; he swore when his limbs were torn off and he was nailed to a cliff and struggled.

He swore, he swore, he swore he would kill him.

Mortarion's world used to be simple: get stronger, get stronger, get even stronger, until he could stand atop the most poisonous mountain in Barbarus, until he could tear his adoptive father's head off his body.

He had no desires or wants other than to kill his father.

His world consisted of fighting, prisons, anger, and fear.

In his countless fantasies, there were only two possible endings for him: either he would be too weak to survive a battle, or he would be powerful enough to kill his adoptive father.

He had no time to think about anything else.

—Until those two strange lower levels appeared.

Yes, his adoptive father forbade him from contacting those people at the bottom of the valley; they were the "lower class," a kind of living crop.

Before this, Mortarion had never come into contact with humans.

He didn't know what "fellow kind" meant.

But when that strange little boy looked directly at Mortalian through the poisonous fog, Mortalian's world was instantly turned upside down.

He is a human being.

Mortarian is a human.

Hades and Typhon shattered Mortalian's little world, showing him a completely different world, one filled with their own kind.

Even though this world is not perfect; it is fragile, simple, and rough.

People were deeply imprisoned in fear, kept as livestock by the lords of the mountains; they were toys, expendable resources.

In them, Mortarian saw his own weak self.

The person struggling with fear and anxiety.

But when he met his kind, he was no longer weak.

He is Mortarion, he is human, and he will lead humanity in rebellion.

Resist all this oppression and injustice.

They want to kill all the oppressors.

Even at the cost of sacrifice, I would not hesitate.

If I had to choose one word to seriously describe Mortarion, I would choose "rebellion." Mortarion is a rebel, which inevitably leads to his eternal incompatibility with his "father," who symbolizes "power and domination."

He will never submit unless he becomes the ruler himself.

But to be honest, as a "father," Old Mo was quite kind. He treated the Death Guard very well. Apart from Typhon, who was a "filial son," he and the other Barbarosian Death Guards were truly a father and son.

(Could this be one of the reasons why his loving father took a liking to him...?)

Chapter 7: Increase his favorability!

Heller Pass, at the entrance to Hades' dilapidated house.

The morning after I escaped back.

Hades stood at the door, wondering how to start a conversation without being misunderstood.

Otherwise, given Mortarion's eccentric personality, he might hold a grudge for ten years if you say something wrong.

This reminded Hades of his former boss, a man with such a peculiar way of thinking that even a simple statement like "The printer is out of paper" could be interpreted as Hades being insulted.

Why is it that other time travelers are fighting monsters and leveling up, but for him it's all about how to chat?

There is no way, people under the eaves have to lower their heads.

Hades's Chatting Lessons are in session!

He knew that Mortarian definitely wanted to chat about something, so he just needed to ask a few simple questions and let the other person talk to himself.

Will those lords come down?

"They will... those bastards, their pathetic lives are lived off their so-called authority."

"And now, the livestock from the bottom, the trash in their eyes, have trampled on their dignity, and they will not let it go so easily."

Mortarian gritted his teeth, looking as if he wished he could grab his sword right now and cut off the heads of those lords.

"Are you planning to face them alone?"

"..."

"The flames of oppression burned in the heart of every slave..."

"...If I have time, I will ignite the flames of rebellion in everyone's heart, overthrow these tyrants, and victory will belong to mankind."

Hades shrugged.

"You'll have time."

But... when you finally face your adoptive father, time is running out.

“Not necessarily,” Mortarian stared intently at the other side of the mountain. “My foster father may very well be coming to seek revenge now, but I’m not so sure. He’s cunning and won’t act rashly.”

In fact, if Motalian's alien foster father, Nacre, had chosen to seek revenge immediately, the small village would have been instantly reduced to ashes by a barrage of heavy artillery fire.

Mortarion knew his adoptive father well; he never took risks. When fighting other lords, unless he chose to toy with Mortarion and throw him onto the battlefield, Nacre would usually first bombard the enemy with saturation artillery, and then use sorcery to drive a large number of puppets to wear them down.

He never went to the battlefield alone, even though Nacre was the most powerful wizard on the planet.

"So you're waiting for him now? Are you afraid he'll come and attack the village?"

"……Correct."

"I am waiting for his revenge. I am the one who betrayed him, not you."

“If he wants revenge, he should come to me, not you.”

Uh… is it possible, Hades blushing, that we, as slaves about to be harvested, also blew up his trucks and ran away?

"But we ran away too, didn't we?"

Mortarian glanced down at Hades again.

There was no way around it; Mortarion was too tall, and Hades was too short.

"He won't care about those at the bottom..."

But he might very well slaughter these villagers in front of him in order to retaliate against those who mocked Mortarian.

Perhaps he should leave.

But what if his adoptive father attacks the village again after he leaves?

.

Hades looked at the other person speechlessly, feeling that he was being mocked. Indeed, as a human, how many small bread rolls would you remember eating?

Of course, he knew that Mortalian's concerns were indeed reasonable. If he hadn't read the script, he would also have been afraid that the lords would attack.

But it didn't.

This is actually quite suspicious, as if it was deliberately made to let Mortalian experience human life, not to mention that in the original book, it was the psionic Typhon who went to rescue Mortalian.

Actually... all of this is very likely...

Stop!

Hades abruptly stopped himself from thinking any further; he didn't want to be noticed.

Let's end this topic. It looks like Mortarion will probably be standing here for a few more days, and Hades isn't planning on trying to persuade this guy.

"Um...did you re-bandage my left arm, or was it Typhon?"

“I know your left arm is infected. If it’s not bandaged, it may have to be amputated.”

"Ah, thank you, haha."

"Don't be so serious! Now that we've escaped, let's celebrate with a good meal tonight!"

Hades had intended to pat his good buddy on the back and boost his rapport, but then tragically realized that he was only up to the other guy's waist.

And I am just a seven-year-old kid.

Damn, you're amazing!

I want to grow taller!