[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor":3,"chapter-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-289":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1681209,2147,"Chapter 289 - 290 – Eden: Psy-Net 2.0, Activate!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-289",289,"\u003Cp>When the smoke of battle cleared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Knights of the Dark Raven House, loyal to the Dark Master, had slaughtered Abaddon's Chaos warband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like Chaos Knights elsewhere, they took control of the Soul Forge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive iron hammers forged from steel and soul began pounding again, striking down upon anvils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forge was once more in full operation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick black smoke poured out of towering chimneys, and if one listened closely, they could hear the faint screams of souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This forge would now serve the Dark Master, supplying him with an endless stream of terrifying war machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor looked upon it all with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had now seized control of 99 Soul Forges—many of which had been targeted by Abaddon himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would the Despoiler be angry? Would he declare war?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor had never considered the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd already slain many of the Chaos Gods' chosen champions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why would he care about a mere Despoiler?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd probably forgotten by now that, not long ago, he was Abaddon's so-called ally—his personally appointed champion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even then, Be'lakor had stabbed him in the back multiple times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn't matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one—not even the Chaos Gods—could influence the free will of the great Dark Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Be'lakor had only one goal now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To travel to realspace and build a kingdom of darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To find that Devourer of Daemons—the pet of the Cursed One, the one being watched by all Four Gods—and crush him in the most glorious and brutal way possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To announce his presence to the galaxy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Soul Forge thundered, Be'lakor's gaze pierced the veil, his sight fixed upon a distant cluster of stars—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was... Charadon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Urth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spire estate, master bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was curled up in a warm bed, half-asleep, drifting in a rather delightful dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft, digital chime rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cracked open one eye, silenced the alarm via psychic power, then turned over—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Planning to pick up right where the dream left off, engaging in round three hundred of his endless war against the dreamscapes conjured by Slaanesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, the Prince of Pleasure seemed to have leveled up—intensifying the illusions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New tricks. Fresh content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not gonna lie—dude had talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dreams were increasingly vivid, stimulating, and even customized to Eden's preferences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was that one time... the \"Galactic Amazon\" arc...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Billions of stunning waifus. Yeah. That one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Slaanesh had gone all-in, burning serious resources to make those illusions work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden couldn't even imagine what'd happen if someone packaged that dream tech and sold it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What degenerate could possibly resist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the great Savior remained resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one rule: Free to play, never pay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had long suspected Slaanesh was getting desperate—sunk-cost fallacy kicking in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince had even started sneaking into the dreams personally, playing NPCs in hopes of getting close and corrupting Eden directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time, Eden saw right through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time, he rejected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh still needed to work on their acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so Eden drifted back into sleep, ready to finish the current dream—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lone warrior vs. Tyranid Bug Queens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, the difficulty had gone up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was just about to fight the final boss—Queen Bugzilla—when he suddenly felt a chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wake up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cute voice rang out urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dream snapped, and Eden blinked awake—right into the face of a giant fluttering moth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait no, it was Webby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed his eyes—vision clearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There she was on the headboard, flapping her little wings as she tried to pull back his blanket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since becoming a Warp deity, Webby now had a physical body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though, due to the barrier between the Warp and reality, that body wasn't particularly powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combat-wise, she was weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But only in flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it came to data networks and machines, she had grown leagues stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Vashtorr's fall, the tech-priests of the Mechanicus immediately noticed changes in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Communication systems and cogitators weren't plagued by terrifying whispers and corrupted codes anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some failed experiments suddenly started working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mechanicus research was now advancing more smoothly than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some tech-priests even found that praying or praising the Machine Goddess helped calm machine spirits and improved their electronic cognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was more responsive and effective than Omnissiah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even better—she provided direct computational power support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the younger tech-priests began seeing her as more than just a deity—they started genuinely loving the Machine Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, a once-fanclub-like group, the Machine Goddess Guild, took on increasingly religious tones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More and more tech-priests joined, spreading tales and blessings of the Machine Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even some old Magi and Archmagi—moved by visions—began drafting doctrines, prayers, and holy texts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her image became increasingly complete and revered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her belief system spread through the Mechanicus like wildfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was little resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From top to bottom, the Mechanicus implicitly accepted her as a new deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They now had a second god, alongside the Omnissiah:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Omnimachine Spirit—The Machine Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tech-priests now praised both the Machine God and the Omnissiah—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But showed extra affection to the Machine Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They collected tokens, emblems, and anything related to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They believed it was their united will that caused the Machine God to send the Machine Goddess to protect them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some Forge Worlds had already started building shrines and statues of Webby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for what she looked like...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to faith, the statues leaned toward Webby's original form—dignified and majestic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not this tiny, flying, mecha-loli Paimon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was a relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could just imagine the scene:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tech-priests lighting incense, chanting solemnly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While bowing before a flying anime mecha-girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kinda hilarious, actually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are you looking at me like that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Webby blinked curiously at Eden's smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced down at herself, then floated to the mirror to check her face:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's nothing on me...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden shook his head and pinched her cheek: \"Nothing. Just remembered something funny.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Webby crossed her arms and puffed her cheeks:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn't you promise to eat breakfast with us? Sashim and Miriya are already waiting! I'm starving!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, alright. I had the chef prepare a huge meal—your tummy's gonna be round like a ball...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden glanced at the time. He was a few minutes late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn. This little one was more punctual than an alarm clock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly freshened up and headed to the estate's dining hall with Webby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that she had a physical body, she'd become a real foodie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never missed a mealtime—and always made sure the Savior Lord ate too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Eden indulged her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was now a core figure in his domain, after all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Handling more work than anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And before having a body, she worked for free—tirelessly, loyally, and lovingly, all for her \"Father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeding her well was the least he could do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they arrived, Eden had the maids deliver Webby a huge plate of food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dined with Sashim and the others, catching up on the state of the merchant fleets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, the mercantile division had united regional tycoons across the sector—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forming thousands of trading fleets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These fleets were busy establishing trade routes across the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first wave had already returned, bringing back a variety of minerals and raw materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Sashim would lead the Blood of the Empire merchant fleet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanied by missionaries of the Urth Orthodoxy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Into war-torn regions to spread the Savior's light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, the Urth Orthodoxy's holy land had seen waves of pilgrim ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pilgrims came with devotion and hope—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And were treated to spiritual services, spas, guided tours, and the awe of touching the Savior's sacred relics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They then brought the holy texts and faith of the Savior to distant corners of the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the faiths of the Golden Sun and the Savior had achieved unparalleled legitimacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared oppose or criticize them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it had the official endorsement of the Ecclesiarch himself—Lord Lauren Tiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People believed it was the Ecclesiarch's faction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they weren't wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bishop Doni's mentor—after centuries of strategic patience—had finally become the Ecclesiarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years ago, a catastrophe called the \"Primarch Crisis\" struck Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tens of millions were burned alive as heretics or mutants in mass purges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real goal was to discredit the Primarch—to curtail his power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the Primarch took control, purged the corrupt, and exposed the conspirators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them was the former Ecclesiarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord Regent exiled him from the High Lords and stripped him of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ecclesiarchy was left without a leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A successor had to be chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Synod of Bishops—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lauren Tiss was selected by overwhelming majority. He had unmatched seniority and credentials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had outlived all his peers. A living fossil of the Ecclesiarchy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the former Ecclesiarch had rivaled his experience—and he was now gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Lauren could lead the Ecclesiarchy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reunite it after its losses in the Primarch Crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After becoming Ecclesiarch, he elevated Urth Orthodoxy even further—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Granting the Golden Sun and Savior faiths rock-solid legal standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Orthodoxy could now preach freely—no one dared interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, local churches often came begging to merge their rites with the Orthodoxy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To boost their own legitimacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resistance?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suicidal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rejecting a belief system personally endorsed by the Ecclesiarch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's heresy. That's execution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ecclesiarch had supreme authority over doctrine. His word was divine law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within such a system—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No regional church would oppose Urth Orthodoxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They welcomed and supported it, hoping to ride its coattails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short—missionary work was going extremely smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior and Golden Sun faiths were gaining thousands of new followers daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, the galaxy was still too vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More effort was needed to truly spread the faith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's plan was to combine trade and evangelism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the merchant fleets traveled, missionaries would accompany them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No civilized world could reject a fleet backed by both a Primarch and the Ecclesiarch—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when it came armed to the teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Eden's territory gained greater influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of his power remained in the Imperium's shadow—his influence in the light was still limited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, Eden was already incredibly powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He controlled the Machine Forum, Urth Orthodoxy, Blood of the Empire, multiple Chapters, fleets, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he rallied them all, he could easily found a Second Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But only if he could defeat Roboute Guilliman, the Lord Regent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Eden had no confidence there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman was the galaxy's chosen child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, that was just idle speculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now wasn't the time for a Second Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden and Guilliman were unlikely to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, they'd both get slapped by the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, Eden had chosen a more reasonable path:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Build overwhelming firepower, spread faith, offer aid, and expand influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day, if the Savior's influence outshines even the Primarch's—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn't have to lift a finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People would flock to him, crown him as humanity's supreme ruler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was a problem for the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, humanity still had common enemies to defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one even knew if mankind could survive in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After breakfast, Eden gave Sashim a few final instructions and sent him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The galaxy was vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This journey would take the merchant fleet across multiple sectors—including high-risk zones like Charadon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the Webway, it could be years before they met again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's Office, Spire Estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sat at his desk, reviewing the military production reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive variety of weapons was being churned out—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far beyond what his forces currently needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A batch of Dreadnoughts, Knights, and Titans had already been produced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But due to lack of large-scale battlefield testing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more expensive war machines weren't yet mass produced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, hundreds of capital ships were now fully repaired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless support vessels, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psy-tech automated assembly lines were blazingly fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for a Savior bent on becoming the galaxy's greatest arms dealer—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It still wasn't enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he approved several new megaprojects—constructing Forge Worlds Two, Three, Four, and Five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior Lord...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Linda's gentle voice sounded. She had served him for decades—and, thanks to blessings, had nearly two centuries of lifespan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still looked the same—calm and kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Eden's permission, she brought in a Data Sage—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who came to present a crucial project:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An essential component of Psy-Net 2.0—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new app set to go live across the Imperium:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Redemption Market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please wait a moment, Savior Lord!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young(and balding, like every good programmer)Data Sage suddenly remembered something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly opened the Machine Forum, and in front of the Machine Goddess's digital shrine, he performed a full online prayer ritual—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hoping the launch would go smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you guys seriously cyber-praying now? Mechanicus has gone full digital faith?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden was speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little did he know—this was already a trend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many tech-priests logged in daily to pray and check in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With enough devotion, they were rewarded with achievements, emblems, profile icons—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Symbols of their faith in the Machine Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the old-timers were learning from younger adepts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden suddenly remembered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the one who taught this to Kaul during a gaming session.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the binary chant ended, the ritual was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sage humbly uploaded the Redemption Market app to Eden's dataslate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden opened it—looked it over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not bad. Pretty similar to old-world online shops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except, instead of groceries—it sold survival supplies and weaponry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And mercenary services.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With enough loyalty, one could even purchase and summon a Titan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mix of religion and military support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Imperium was so vast, no one knew how many worlds it held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Great Rift spreading, countless worlds fell to war or destruction each day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's domain simply couldn't help them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they'd prioritize worlds that believed in the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a positive feedback loop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forge lines consumed faith energy from the mini-sun—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like Chaos forges burned souls and warp energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giving away weapons without return would weaken his domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they chose worlds with faith first—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gave them aid, helped them grow, then incorporated them into the domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faith and resources came in return—ensuring sustainable strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To monitor this:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Missionaries traveling with the fleets would build statues of the Golden Sun and Savior—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With embedded faith nodes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mini-sun could then sense the devotion levels easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like cultists using relics to summon daemons—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now, the medium was a dataslate encoded with complex runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Webby's data core processed the input and compiled it into usable reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Efficient. Scientific.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far superior to Chaos's crude, inefficient belief-spreading methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden reviewed the Redemption Market again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Made a few suggestions: highlight weapon stats in red text, bold key features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Get better promo images.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe even form a professional photo team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the tweaks were noted, he looked up at the Sage:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The rest are minor—adjust as needed. Redemption Market can go live now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Sage left, Eden signed the official order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He authorized Redemption Market to join the Psy-Net—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second online platform after the Machine Forum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psy-Net 2.0 officially launched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His domain would extend its reach beyond the sector—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Into distant worlds and brutal warzones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Merchants, Missionaries, Storm Legions, Chapters, and Naval Fleets—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would travel the galaxy's most dangerous regions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bringing salvation to those who believed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And merciless destruction to mankind's enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden Grant—the Great Savior, the Devourer of Daemons, the Cursed One's favorite, and now a Master of Forges—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an arms dealer backed by overwhelming force—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now stepped onto the galactic battlefield—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joining the Chaos Gods in their eternal Great Game...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Check Out My Patreon For +20 Extra Chapters On All My Fanfics!!][[email protected]\u002Fzaelum]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[+500 Power Stones = +1 Extra Chapter]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Thank You For Your Support!]\u003C\u002Fp>",2607,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.688Z",1,"novelbin.me","fbeb093b90a053e3c2d545ceb0bd0b2a6d4ad49eaecec1e8fd814d5001c73aad","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-290","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-288",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]