I am the Emperor of Humanity across the Multiverse

Not long after, the Swift-Shadow assault ship, now carrying everyone, including the three newly born Primarchs, returned to the frontline base that had been expanded around the space gate. 

The bio-department had been notified in advance and had prepared incubation chambers and dedicated isolation rooms, ensuring the utmost comfort for the three new Primarchs.

Dorn and Vulkan, who had accompanied their father to the frontline base, stood in the isolation room without disturbing the technicians, closely observing their newborn brothers.

At that moment, inside the observation room on the north side of the isolation chamber:

"Isn't this the legendary Emperor himself? You're back?" 

Alexia, dressed in a white medical coat, deliberately raised her voice, teasing Samuel Young, who stood beside the floor-to-ceiling observation window.

"Yes." 

If it had been before, Samuel might have thrown a sarcastic joke back at Alexia, but now he merely nodded in response, remaining silent.

It seemed that the "Emperor," teased by the head of the bio-department, had his full attention focused on the three newborn Primarchs.

As for their identities, Samuel had known the answer the moment they stepped into the polar cave—Leman, Fulgrim, and Angron.

First was Leman. The telltale fangs and messy golden hair made it clear that the most lively of the children was none other than the Primarch known as the "Wolf King" or "Great Wolf."

In Warhammer 40k, Leman's full name is Leman Russ, the Primarch of the VI Legion, the Space Wolves. He remained loyal during the Horus Heresy. While not as brooding or conflicted as some other Primarchs, he still had impulsive, stubborn, and superstitious tendencies.

However, to Samuel, each new Primarch was like a blank sheet of paper, just made of different materials. With the right approach and patience, they could always be "corrected."

For instance, Magnus, who oversaw Universe 06 (the Pacific Rim), had already been guided by Samuel's influence to curb his excessive curiosity about the unknown.

Of course, Samuel didn't mind using "physical correction" if needed. He had a feeling that Leman, currently lying in the incubation chamber, might become a prime example of that...

Next was Fulgrim, whose perfectly proportioned features made him unusually handsome.

This Primarch, who in appearance rivaled the beauty of Sanguinius, was meant to be a character filled with empathy and positive energy in the original timeline of Warhammer 40k.

As a young man, Fulgrim had been a hardworking laborer who encouraged those around him to chase their dreams and push their limits.

However, during his grand campaign with the III Legion, the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim came into possession of a beautiful sword containing a daemon of Slaanesh. He kept the sword as his personal weapon.

This subtle yet effective corruption gradually led Fulgrim to develop an obsession with "perfection," eventually leading him to abandon all morals and descend into chaos, transforming into a serpentine creature.

Samuel found it hard to comment on Fulgrim's fate in Warhammer 40k. 

After all, most Primarchs had faced corruption from the Chaos gods. For instance, Rogal Dorn was trapped in a daemonic illusion by Khorne in the Warp for centuries. Any small misstep could have led to his corruption, yet Dorn remained steadfast, almost causing Khorne himself to doubt his own power.

So, Fulgrim's fall felt like a kind of irony.

Fortunately, the Fulgrim currently sucking his thumb and sleeping soundly, as Dorn and Vulkan watched, was not the twisted psychopath from Warhammer 40k. 

Samuel was confident that he could instill proper values in his son, preventing him from becoming obsessed with "perfection."

Finally, there was Angron...

At this thought, Samuel's brows furrowed slightly.

It wasn't that he viewed Angron with prejudice, but the Primarch's reputation in Samuel's previous world was... "complicated."

In Warhammer 40k, Angron was the Primarch of the XII Legion, the World Eaters, and was often viewed by his brothers as a fool or a "clown."

Like many other Primarchs, Angron was kidnapped by Chaos gods as a child and thrown onto a seemingly predetermined planet, far from the Emperor.

However, when Angron's incubation pod crashed into the wilderness, causing him head injuries, he still managed to kill all the xenos trying to destroy him, purely through instinct.

Unfortunately, Angron was captured by the local human population and forced into slavery as a gladiator, with a set of brutal neural implants called the Butcher's Nails inserted into his skull.

It's worth noting that Angron had originally been a "nice guy"—kind-hearted, selfless, and even more empathetic than Fulgrim.

Angron possessed a unique psychic ability that allowed him to absorb negative emotions, enabling him to truly "feel" the suffering of others.

But the Butcher's Nails constantly stimulated his brain, causing intense neural pain, transforming the gentle Primarch into a wrathful, bloodthirsty being.

Eventually, due to a series of blunders by the Emperor, Angron lost all his gladiator companions, and when Horus launched his rebellion, Angron joined the traitors without hesitation.

"..."

Samuel sighed quietly, resolving that he would never let his sons suffer such torment.

It wasn't about preventing rebellion but rather about protecting his children, as any father would. He had a duty to ensure their physical and mental well-being.

After a moment's thought, Samuel turned to the still-silent Alexia and said, "We'll be staying here for the next five to six months. The Empire is rife with corruption and hidden dangers. As for these three children, I'll need your help looking after them."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Alexia waved her hand dismissively, grinning as she added, "I'm already used to playing the mother role, hahaha."

"Thank you," Samuel replied with a smile of his own.

"It's no trouble. But... if you could, Your Majesty, maybe you could continue to help me out by personally signing off on some of those proposals?" Alexia's lips curled into a mischievous smile, her gaze full of meaning.

"No problem." Samuel agreed without showing any emotion.

---

"Jerry! Is it ready yet?"

"Yes, yes… Ah! How can there still be issues with brand-new equipment?"

Thud! Thud!

Accompanied by the complaints of the cameraman named Jerry and the sound of his fists pounding on the machine, the previously dark screen finally lit up with the broadcast image.

In front of the camera stood a female reporter, dressed in a form-fitting gray suit and a black pencil skirt, her blonde hair styled in soft waves.

"All set now!"

"Oh? Really? Hang on…" 

At the cameraman's cue, the reporter quickly adjusted her work badge, outfit, and hairstyle, before testing the microphone:

"One, two, ahem, one, two, how does it sound?"

"No problem. We're going live in five seconds." The cameraman raised his right hand beside the lens, counting down with his fingers.

When he reached the final second, he lowered his hand, and the reporter put on a professional smile as she began her live broadcast:

"Hello, dear viewers! I'm your old friend, Robin Meade, and welcome to this afternoon's edition of Seattle News at Noon.

Today, we'll be exploring the space city built by Atlas!

And we've got some exciting news: we've been granted permission to accompany the Atlas Engineering Department on a transport ship to the moon, where we'll get a close-up look at the construction of the lunar capital!"

___________________

Read Ahead

[email protected]/Mutter