39: Chapter 39: The tragic life of a mechanical apprentice.

"As expected of our Krieg! They finished off the Chaos Space Marines that even the Dark Angels couldn't kill. Letting them backstab us—this is truly gratifying!"

"Exactly, exactly, they deserved it!"

"Pfft, I thought it was something spectacular, but it turns out to be a pile of trash. You really intend to compare this to my Brother Long's work?"

"How are you idiots everywhere? Can you just quiet down?"

"My mouth is on my face; can you control it? You idiot! You are all a bunch of big idiots, a mob of rabble!"

"Exactly! This is clearly an anti-war game promotional event, yet he is glorifying war. Does he have ulterior motives?"

"Damn it! Brother Gao, project another video for us and let him open his eyes!"

"Then I shall satisfy the brothers' request."

The screen went black, and a line of text reappeared on it.

(Some issues may arise in the following, I hope readers will provide corrections.)

The miserable life of an ordinary Cult Mechanicus apprentice.

"Danny, my child, you are simply a genius! Praise the Omnissiah! Praise the Machine God!"

"Brothers, another one with the word 'God' has appeared! I've calculated it: the God-Emperor, the God of the Omnissiah—that's two gods. Could these be two separate factions?"

"Could they be opposing factions? After all, there are two gods now."

"I don't know, brothers, let's keep watching."

"Dear, we must consider Danny's future."

"I know, dear, I will work hard."

"Mother, I want to go out and play."

"No, my dear Danny, you shouldn't waste your time on such things."

"But..."

He still wanted to explain and plead, but he was met with his parents' slaps.

His heart was filled with grievance and confusion, but he understood that his parents would never allow him to go out and play like other children.

Every time, he would lie on the bed enviously, watching other families' children playing happily outside.

His parents would always bring him books, full of expectations for him, and even hired a teacher who could teach High Gothic.

The teacher was very strict; if anything was slightly wrong, the teacher would scold or even beat him. His parents also turned a blind eye to his pleas.

"Sob sob sob, has the author seen my childhood?"

"Brother, calm down, you didn't have it that good."

Just like that, Danny reached his 12th birthday amidst such experiences.

His parents took him to the temple and had him join it. Consequently, his father was practically "welded" to the factory, just to earn his tuition fees.

Just like that, he studied hard among books full of religion. A few years later, Danny confidently went to take the official apprentice examination.

But looking at the dense equations, he fell into despair.

"How is this possible? The books..." He tried hard to recall the books he had read.

He believed that he had seen these equations; they were hidden in those books.

But how could he know? How could he possibly know? He was just an ordinary apprentice...

As expected, Danny failed.

His father was also exhausted, lying on the bed, blaming himself for his incompetence.

Danny also felt terrible inside, wanting to comfort his father, but not knowing how to speak.

Three months later, he was sent back to the temple. His mother told him that his father had volunteered to become a Servitor, being welded to the production line, in exchange for the opportunity for him to study again.

Danny was heartbroken; he wanted to see his father, but he didn't dare to.

From then on, Danny studied even harder. He buried himself in the study of books day and night, and after unremitting efforts, he finally passed the apprentice examination. He originally thought that the suffering had left him, but unexpectedly, when he entered the Cult Mechanicus, the work he was assigned was merely watching machinery and tightening screws—he had simply walked from one hell into another hell...