[{"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-318":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},1681088,2147,"Chapter 318 319 – The Swarm... Has Arrived!!!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-318",318,"\u003Cp>Tegonia Desert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air shimmered under the invisible flames of heat, waves of distortion rippling across the sand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many fleshy, plant-like organisms swayed gently in the heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fiery red flower twisted into a monstrous shape, lashing out a tendril that skewered a sand lizard, pulling it into its maw with a sickening crunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second later, that deadly, flesh-like organism was crushed under the roaring advance of massive steel treads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark red juices splattered across the sand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Danusian desert vehicles, unique to the planet, raced across the dunes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rumbling engines occasionally drew the attention of skeletal swarm creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet every time the swiftbone bugs attacked, the Tyranid Hunters riding the vehicles would quickly dispatch them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the corpses were carefully collected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the Danusians, every bit of biomass was precious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the lead vehicle's cockpit, Eden sat watching the alien landscape roll past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Contrary to his expectations, life here was abundant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrival of the Tyranids had utterly reshaped Danus' ecology—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it had become both more vibrant and infinitely deadlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, when the Tyranids first fell back through time, they had been cut off from their Hive Fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stranded on a desert planet, unable to harvest sufficient biomass, they failed to grow into an unstoppable swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden pulled his gaze back and turned to his dataslate, scrolling through the compiled information about Danusian history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recorded history only stretched back 1,500 years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, the Danusians lived primitive lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for how they first arrived on Danus, there were no records.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was a Warp travel accident, or a lost colonization fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, they had settled here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They clung to survival in scattered tribal groups, clustered around rare oases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resources were desperately scarce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything changed a little over a thousand years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranids descended from the heavens, bringing catastrophic devastation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But salvation arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior sent a divine angel—Big Barrel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Big Barrel's leadership, the Danusians fought the Tyranids for nearly a millennium, eventually suppressing their threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a strange way,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they had achieved an ecological balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Tyranids brought death,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they also provided precious biomass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to them, the population of Danus grew exponentially.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the oases housed hundreds of millions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Danusians had evolved from primitive tribes to flourishing kingdoms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it had not been easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, the Tyranid meat's toxins and acids caused horrible suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many died or mutated into monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Danusians refused to abandon the Tyranid meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with the Tyranids' ravenous destruction of plant life and protein sources, they had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The death knell had sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a critical juncture, guided by the divine angels, the Danusians found a path:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunt the Swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eat the Swarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the bravest among them reserved normal food for others—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and ate the Tyranids themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the angels' teachings, they hunted, processed, and consumed the flesh of their enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These brave pioneers were honored beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only for their sacrifice,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but because they had become like the angels—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—slayers and devourers of the Tyranids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus was born the title:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyranid Hunter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many perished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But more survived, developing resistances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through generations of selective survival,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Danusians evolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, virtually every Danusian could consume Tyranid meat without suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—the stronger the toxin,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—the greater the honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among prestigious hunter families, newborns were sometimes fed trace amounts of toxins,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>sharpening their senses and preparing them to hunt from infancy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this ritual required a priest's witness and approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impressive,\" Eden muttered, sucking in a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Danusians' resilience was astonishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their physicality and combat instincts made them perfect candidates for Space Marine ascension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had already decided:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Danus would become a fortress world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, he would forge a new Chapter specialized in combating xenos swarms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pity—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The supply of gene-seed was currently limited, preventing large-scale recruitment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knock came at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior,\" said a hesitant voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Salo entered with a food tray after receiving permission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The hunters captured a predator bug,\" he said respectfully, bowing low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I prepared this myself. Please, honor me by tasting it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perfect timing,\" Eden chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've been meaning to try Tyranid meat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted the lid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hot, aromatic skewers of grilled bug flesh steamed invitingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years ago on Earth, even the mere rumor of Tyranids had terrified him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, here he was, about to eat one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The universe was truly ironic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden grabbed a skewer, sniffed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, faintly corrosive, riddled with complex toxins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normal humans would die from a single bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half of his idea to mass-produce Tyranid meat products was already fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd leave the research to Big Barrel when the kid came back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe there was a breakthrough waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bit into the skewer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For an ordinary human, it would have been suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden was no ordinary human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Big Barrel's enhanced genetics ultimately traced back to Eden's divine origin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eating Tyranids?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could gnaw on a greater daemon if he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The title Devourer of Daemons hadn't been won for nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Delicious,\" Eden declared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave Salo an encouraging nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad at all. You've captured a bit of Big Barrel's skill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Salo's face lit up with unrestrained joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the Danusians, Tyranid Hunters were expected not only to fight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—but to cook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mastery of both was mandatory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A compliment linking his cooking to Big Barrel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the highest possible honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden studied the young prince thoughtfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Later, I'll watch your trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you perform well—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—I might offer you a chance to become an Angel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words struck like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Salo struggled to control his trembling body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saluted in the warrior's tradition, suppressing his tears:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will hunt the strongest, most delicious beast for you, my Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he turned and left to prepare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden leisurely continued eating the Tyranid skewer, thoughtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new realization dawned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the past thousand years—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel and the Sons of Man must have continuously recruited the best Tyranid Hunters into their Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had technicians, maintenance lines, gene-seed cultivation equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons of Man had likely expanded steadily over a millennium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their numbers, their stockpile of gene-seed...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All based on Danusian physiology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Highly specialized for Tyranid combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Top-tier genetics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet curiously—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no clear records left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The recruitment, the transitions,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>were all meticulously erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sons of Man had protected their secrets faithfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden couldn't estimate their exact numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after a thousand years?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had to be significant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Absolutely worth it,\" Eden thought, chewing another skewer contentedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't help but miss Big Barrel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kid really was a treasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no regrets about all the resources he'd invested into the Sons of Man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he was looking forward even more to visiting the ancient temple they had left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trial Grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the procession, Eden arrived at a vast arena built of solid stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It stretched several square kilometers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, countless varieties of Tyranid creatures were imprisoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Captured by seasoned Hunters, they were used to test the Newblood Warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the decreasing wild population of Tyranids,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the priests managing the grounds were considering domesticating the bugs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Restrictions had been placed on hunts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Limits on Tyranid meat consumption were advocated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was conservation policy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—to preserve the ecosystem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nodded approvingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prudent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reflected a core principle of the Redeemer's teachings:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balance with nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a seat as the trials commenced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horn sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly a thousand Newblood Warriors rushed into the arena, armed only with basic melee weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just flesh, steel, and courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyranids roared in their pens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden briefly scanned the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creatures present were still within manageable levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No Hive Tyrants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No monstrous creatures requiring tanks or superheavy weaponry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brutal but fair challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Battle was joined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warriors dodged, weaved, and struck with practiced skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were exceptional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One warrior, disarmed during the fight, still managed to wrestle and kill a Tyranid Warrior with his bare hands—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—though he was left severely wounded, one eye lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he stood proudly, howling his triumph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spectators cheered madly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden applauded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impressive,\" he murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Tako discreetly recorded the warrior's identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, Eden focused on Prince Salo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young prince was stealthily moving deeper into the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priests buzzed with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Savior's grace, Prince Salo is targeting a Sand Serpent!\" they announced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the arena's most powerful beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd erupted into roars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Kairn XVII beamed with pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His son was walking the same glorious path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the arena—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal Sand Serpent burst from the ground, flinging sand high into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Salo narrowly dodged the deadly strike, showing no fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calmness was key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against Tyranids, a single mistake meant death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prince timed his movements perfectly, striking at weak points,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>blinding the beast with a well-placed shot to the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, methodically, he wore it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After ten grueling minutes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Salo, bloodied but victorious, slew the Sand Serpent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragging its massive head, he made his way back toward the altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Midway—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—a pack of swiftbone bugs emerged, blocking his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tense silence gripped the stands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Salo was exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astonishingly, the bugs hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sensed the subtle reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Salo, after slaying a powerful Tyranid, carried its pheromones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the lesser bugs, he now smelled like a predator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A king.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the entire scene unfold, Eden smiled in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no doubt now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Danusians were the ultimate anti-Tyranid warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over centuries of brutal conflict, they had honed every technique, every instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their culture of relentless battle had forged them into something extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losses were accepted as natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the strong survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the worthy claimed glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some families had spent generations hunting a single monster for honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a spirit Eden deeply respected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was, after all, the spirit of humanity itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adapt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was how humanity survived the hell of the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the future—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when Danus fully joined his domain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden would arm them with even greater weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just to fight on Danus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to hunt Tyranids across the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the sun set, the trial finally concluded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The survivors, bloodied and battered, marched toward the Temple to receive their honors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden followed at a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Near the Temple stood the ancient monastery of the Sons of Man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only those deemed worthy to become Angels were permitted to set foot inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Eden—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>no such restrictions applied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Security systems recognized him as Savior;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>no doors barred his passage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He toured the ruins briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Barrel had taken everything valuable before leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No gene-seed or major artifacts remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping back outside, Eden accepted the homage of King Kairn XVII and the high priests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Danus was now officially under his protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sent word to the appropriate departments to begin basic integration—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but otherwise decided to leave things untouched until Big Barrel's return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Big Barrel had spent nearly a thousand years nurturing this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only right to wait for his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starry Night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreamweaver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a miniature garden aboard the ship, Eden reclined in a rocking chair, gazing up at the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big Barrel... where are you now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two centuries ago, the Sons of Man had left Danus through a mysterious rift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>no word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scratching his head, Eden had the nagging feeling he was missing something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Underworld Sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the system's edge,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the stars burned crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rogue merchant vessel emerged from a Warp passage, stabilizing in orbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bridge, the rogue trader gasped for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Finally escaped those damn Chaos freaks…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few days ago, he had barely escaped a Chaos raid during a black-market run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, reaching this governor's world, he thought he was safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terror gripped his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blood ran cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-blue planet was now nothing but a lifeless, barren husk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No signs of life remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only desolation.\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 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