[{"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-419":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},1681289,2147,"Chapter 419 - 420: The Fateweaver – Honored Guests of the Crystal Labyrinth~","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-419",419,"\u003Cp>Underground hall, hidden chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rumble of construction machinery echoed constantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the Savior—we must complete this before the deadline ends…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A construction architect was directing workers in the building of a small chapel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was fully focused, constantly checking blueprints and inspecting the integrity of the structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This bold-styled architect was serving the great Savior for the first time—an incomparable honor. It would be the crowning achievement of his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he raised a hand and pointed to a faceless statue of a god. \"It's not enough—break it down further! Remember our design principle: corruption through fragmentation and change!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG CLANG CLANG—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The workers brought down the statue at the designated position, smashing it until it collapsed in a blasphemous form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The architect whispered a prayer as he gazed at the desecrated, twisted artistry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't help but wonder—why would the great Savior construct such a ruinous chapel? Was it for some kind of \"remembering past suffering to appreciate the present\" lesson?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own child at the Loyal Sons Academy had mentioned such emerging educational programs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Supposedly, they were meant to correct degenerative habits across the Savior's territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Academy even reopened sections of the Underhive, forcing even the most ordinary students to survive in polluted, Chaos-infested environments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumors said some students were injured—or even died—during these survival courses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank the Emperor my kid made it out fine…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The architect smiled faintly. His child had performed excellently and earned honors and badges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After graduation, his child would enter a higher division and serve the Savior directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tightened his protective mask and swapped out a disinfectant module. With plague rampant, everyone had to be cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any breach in protective gear had to be reported immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn heretic plague!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cursed and resumed directing the construction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a broken, desecrated chapel was complete—its statues shattered and idols mutilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had a disturbingly twisted atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After completion, the architect didn't linger. He led his workers away, just as instructed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to undergo prayer and baptism at the chapel—to ward off bad luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, before they left, they received the blessing of the Savior himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That moment became the most unforgettable event of their lives—an unmatched honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the highest nobles on O'Neill could rarely receive such a grace. Ordinary folk were lucky just to catch a glimpse of that mighty being from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad at all…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched the tearful engineering team depart, then turned back to the newly constructed, ruin-like chapel that looked as if cultists had desecrated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the altar he had built to contact the Changer of Ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the galaxy, praying to a Chaos God and drawing their attention wasn't so simple—and it was always a two-way street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using an altar and sacrificial ritual was one of the standard methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What followed was dangerous, well beyond what mortals could handle, lest they fall into madness or physical corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, the requested items have arrived.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A high-ranking Inquisitor from the Daemon Inquisition stepped forward and saluted. More sealed containers were hauled in, some leaking the stench of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alongside them were a dozen Tzeentch cultists, restrained and escorted in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gave instructions:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begin the operation. Be extremely cautious. That being is cunning and dangerous.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cultists had been prisoners of the Daemon Inquisition, now brought here to perform a ritual or construct an arcane formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was part of Eden's governing principle: let professionals handle professional matters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Changer of Ways will never forgive you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've wrongfully condemned the innocent! Knowledge is not a crime!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Many-Eyed God of All-Knowing shall cast his gaze and plunge this place into madness!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please… please let me go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cultists were either raving or trembling, assuming execution awaited them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when they learned Eden's command—that they were to construct a dark altar to pray to Tzeentch—they froze in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like the most ridiculous lie in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior, the Primarch of Hope, asking them to pray to the Changer of Ways?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How absurd…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is your last chance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden raised his hand, telekinetically lifting a crate's lid, revealing corpses, blood, blasphemous relics… and many, many eyeballs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you won't do it, I'll find someone else who will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing Eden's certainty, the cultists quickly changed their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They became fanatical, even thanking him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, they defiled the chapel using the filthy offerings, scrawling forbidden runes and strange symbols on the walls, arranging the corpses and eyeballs in grotesque poses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, they complained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They said the sacrifices were too basic—not pious enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden ignored their grumbling and urged them to hurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, the offerings were substandard. The human corpses and real blood were in short supply—mostly scavenged from cult hideouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finding large cult nests in the Savior's realm was no longer easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they existed, they'd quickly be purged and incinerated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To meet the numbers, Eden had mixed in livestock, synthetic flesh, even watered-down blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Practically counterfeit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn't just start butchering actual citizens for sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh… it'll have to do. Times are tough on our end too…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd already done more than enough to show respect to the Big Blue Bird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that creature wasn't doing so well lately. The plague had consumed most of the galaxy's attention, rendering its scheming feeble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, it should be grateful someone was sacrificing anything at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the altar was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Runes and entrails formed complex eye-shaped patterns. The entire chapel radiated an eerie presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers and murmurs filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How glorious… the Changer of Ways is watching. What a blessing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cultists were stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd never once received such divine attention before—especially not from such a crude altar, without sacrificing hundreds of thousands of lives or committing vile acts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, they succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That used to be impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden wasn't surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Big Blue Bird was desperate now—just shy of groveling for someone to make contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to the nervous Transmutagenic Medicae beside him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Soon, I'll accompany you into that forbidden realm. Your task is simple: find the knowledge to produce the cure. Find the answer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Savior, I will find it…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Medicae's synthetic voice trembled slightly. \"In the name of the Emperor… and you, Savior. My faith has never wavered.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sounded like he was reassuring himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the cultists chanted and prayed, a faint blue light shimmered from the altar, and shifting illusions began to appear in the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, everyone's minds became crystal clear. Forgotten knowledge resurfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More truths lingered behind the mists of Chaos, beckoning the curious forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the chapel, within sealed quarantine bubbles—sight and sound blocked—high-ranking Inquisitors grew more alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sensed the psychic upheaval and tightened their grips on their launchers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy bone-dust rounds were loaded and ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the first sign of disaster, they would obliterate this altar without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Omnissiah protect us… Emperor protect us…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Medicae stepped carefully onto the altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suppressing his nausea, he prayed with the cultists—but received no reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gulped and forced himself to shout out Eden's advice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"G-Great Changer of Ways, surely you don't want the Savior's experiment to fail?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Plagues has already—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish, Chaos energy surged violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive, illusory shadow descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A being of shifting form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its head and torso merged into one. Huge, indescribable tendrils writhed from where a head might be. Its flesh was covered in ever-morphing faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Changer of Ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, everyone felt like countless eyes were watching them, seeing through their very souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cultists couldn't endure it. Overwhelmed, they collapsed in fanatic fits, screaming as forbidden knowledge flooded in—until their skulls ruptured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the Changer's malice wasn't focused on the Medicae. He suffered no real harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seeing your true face again…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked up at the phantom form without fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Decades ago, his first glimpse of this horror nearly killed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he could face it directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were practically old acquaintances by now. After several encounters—like that one time the \"roast big blue bird\" incident—he was well past the fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, the entity had lost its mystique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch seemed to sense Eden's casual attitude and sent out pulses of psychic thought, swiftly dragging the Medicae's soul-consciousness away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, Tzeentch would leave behind traps or tricks—sowing destruction and chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, it didn't even care about the offering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, the sacrifice shouldn't have been enough to summon even a projection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Changer of Ways had essentially spent its own power to show up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A total blood loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, one of Eden's psychic projections followed the path left behind by the Changer of Ways and arrived in the forbidden domain brimming with knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Immaterium – The Crystal Labyrinth\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stepped onto the smooth, cobblestone-like surface of violet crystal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, he felt the presence of statues in the mist, dreams, silent mourning, and fog-like paintings—all encompassed within a castle forged from crystal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This castle shifted constantly, submerged within the tidal waves of madness and sanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked in confidently, into Tzeentch's realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Changer of Ways couldn't kill a psychic projection, and given the current situation, unless the god had completely lost its mind, it wouldn't dare harm him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father Nurgle's hitting the jackpot, huh…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked up into the warp and saw the domains of the other Chaos Gods. Among them, Nurgle's realm had grown the most—noticeably expanding again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had even begun encroaching upon the other domains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Tzeentch's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive putrid tunnel had pierced through the back of the Crystal Labyrinth. It looked like Nurgle's filthy foot had literally stomped into Tzeentch's backyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if things continued this way, once the Plague Wars won more ground…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would the Lord of Plagues soon be defecating on Tzeentch's head?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unacceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden silently mused:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If the Big Blue Bird doesn't start fighting back soon, he'll get ground into the dirt. And let's be honest—he's not even good in a fight…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the Changer of Ways manifested again, floating above the labyrinth like it was waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gave a proper nobleman's greeting and sent a psychic message:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Great Changer of Ways, the wretched plague has corrupted the Immaterium and shattered the galaxy's peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My researchers and I require more knowledge to resist the Plague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I humbly request your assistance…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his words were respectful—after all, he was asking a favor in the god's own realm—his tone wasn't exactly deferential. It was more like someone eating while standing: respectful, but not submissive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch didn't waste time or bother with useless words. Instead, it pulsed a stream of thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The being was willing to open its libraries and provide any knowledge needed—but the price was clear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden must stop the spread of the plague in the galaxy as fast as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the Changer of Ways began to fade. It had more plans to set in motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to spread chaos this time—but to maintain order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because only a stable Imperium could withstand the plague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before vanishing, Tzeentch received one more message from Eden—and its thoughts rippled in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had suggested: \"Tell the Regent a few truths. Drop the cryptic nonsense. Maybe try talking to Khorne for once.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those were things Tzeentch was already about to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first time someone had so precisely guessed its intentions—so much so that Tzeentch reevaluated Eden again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was becoming harder and harder to predict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch decided it would avoid using too many tricks in this cooperation. Too risky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That poor Big Blue Bird, worrying himself to death over the Imperium…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched the god's fading form and sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the gates of the Crystal Labyrinth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden found the Transmutagenic Medicae and led him into the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The labyrinth's corridors manifested randomly, dissolving, splitting, and merging in a never-ending state of flux. Each hallway connected to different platforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On those platforms, he saw countless Tzeentchian cultists of every species imaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These beings had come seeking knowledge—and lost themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crystal material was chaotic in nature. Its reflections and refractions created dizzying illusions. Anyone who stared into it would see mirrored truths and fantasies:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terror, agony, hope, dreams, nightmares…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Histories real and imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Events of the present and future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abstract concepts became vivid scenes within the crystal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sorcerer glimpsed the secrets he'd longed for and was overcome with ecstasy—only to transform into a mass of tentacled flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A noble awakened from dreams of ruling a kingdom, fell into torment, and pledged to betray everyone he loved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time in the Crystal Labyrinth was subjective and unstable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes here could equal centuries outside—or vice versa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some wanderers went decades without eating, drinking, or resting—eventually collapsing into mummified husks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This won't do…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned at the dried-out corpses that littered the crystalline corridors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this rate, finding the library was going to take too long. Time would be wasted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Tzeentch had agreed to help, he hadn't just handed over the knowledge. Was it spite? Or some obscure rule?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sensed eyes—malicious, cunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gaze of the Tzeentch Greater Daemons within the Labyrinth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were clearly unhappy with his intrusion. But none dared act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These humanoid raven-like Fateweavers recognized Eden as a guest of their master. Some even remembered him from battles—perhaps with lingering trauma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel their fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this how you treat honored guests? We're all here at the Changer of Ways' invitation…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden patted the Medicae reassuringly, then boldly called out to the Fateweavers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He radiated the previous promise of Tzeentch's cooperation, pointing to a cluster of daemons:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You there—come here. If you're not qualified, go fetch someone who is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice echoed across the maze, drawing attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of the daemons replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't want to be the unlucky fool who guided the Savior—the Primarch of Hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since many of them had been enemies before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helping him might draw the attention of other gods—or even their own master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch's followers were a paranoid bunch, always suspecting treachery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with their god, they trusted no one. After all, Tzeentch was the king of betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some remembered the poor daemon who once got scorched by a holy bone-dust round—ass-first—and panicked, flying off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden was faster. He grabbed one by the feathers:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You'll do just fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others sighed in relief. One scapegoat selected, they returned to their own business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even began scheming against the chosen one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's your name?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Baru. Eighty-ninth Greater Daemon under the Changer of Ways.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baru looked honest and answered truthfully—though there was a glint of strange recognition in his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was one of Eden's plants, a Chaos spy Eden had embedded within Tzeentch's realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now he was doing pretty well for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then you'll guide me to the library.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden already knew Baru's true identity, but didn't react. Best not to blow his cover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tzeentch probably already knew—but allowed it to play out. Maybe even encouraged it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either way, it was always easier with your own people around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baru then respectfully led Eden and the Medicae deeper into the labyrinth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To others, though, it looked like he just wanted to get this over with quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They reached a sealed gateway guarded by a maze warden. Pilgrims lined up before it, each awaiting a test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only those who passed could enter the passage to infinite knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He skipped the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baru took him through a VIP lane, pushing aside Tzeentch cultists with force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like jumping the queue with a shady scalper—or sneaking in without a ticket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baru even convinced the gatekeeper to let them through directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guess backdoors are still the best option.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden smirked as he and the Medicae stepped into the path of divine knowledge—under the jealous, envious stares of the cultists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baru acted like a tour guide, enthusiastically explaining everything to please the Changer's esteemed guests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He told them that pilgrims must pass through nine golden arches to reach the library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each arch had a talking mouth that would recite one of Tzeentch's 999 riddles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by answering correctly could one proceed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, access was denied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the first golden gate—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell is it saying?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared at the massive face on the gate. It slowly recited a riddle of extreme complexity and profundity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't understand a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousand Sons sorcerer Zaraphiston of the Black Legion and several other intellectual elites stood before the gate, pondering the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Changer's divine gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Foolish wretches, daring to challenge the Gate of Wisdom?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice mocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning, Zaraphiston was about to jeer—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he saw Eden, his expression froze:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Savior… Chaos Reaver?! What are you doing here?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the man who raided their base. 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