[{"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-455":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},1681125,2147,"Chapter 455 456: Savior: Prince of Pleasure, huh? Instant Refinement!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-455",455,"\u003Cp>Eden gazed at the goddess before him—one who embodied life and compassion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her elegant figure, like that of a noble elven queen, her vulnerable yet endearing expression, and that hint of bashfulness…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was captivating—enough to make anyone want to bully her senseless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath to suppress the desire swelling within. It was a real struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What... what are you trying to do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha, the Goddess of Life, noticed the look in his eyes and grew even more anxious, her hands fidgeting with nowhere to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart was pounding louder and faster. A surge of craving bubbled up from her core, one she couldn't contain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She understood exactly what the Savior wanted—and deep down, she didn't resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if accepting her fate, she gently closed her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The already faint veil she wore slipped off, revealing a holy radiance that seemed almost forbidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Actually, I need your help with something—this artifact…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had just pulled out Nurgle's artifact—the plague cauldron—when he looked up and saw the R-18 divine light radiating from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That escalated quickly?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, he had the desire. He did want her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had planned to build a relationship slowly. Get to know her, warm things up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though... if he wanted to, he could just take her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, Isha was basically under his protection, with nowhere to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn't allow a goddess of her caliber to leave—not after the value she held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Nurgle's Garden, this was freedom. At least she wouldn't be tortured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it would be ideal to form a deep bond with the Goddess of Life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he hadn't expected her to be so… proactive. That was a speedrun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, she also had desires for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mutual pursuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha heard the Savior's surprised voice and snapped her eyes open with a startled gasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I—I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing her misunderstanding, she turned even redder. Vines and flowers bloomed around her, covering the radiance once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbeknownst to her…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That only made it more alluring—like a special costume.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, everyone knows that tease is far more powerful than raw exposure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's fine. I like it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden swallowed hard. He was already losing control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screw it… he was already here…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shoved the cauldron aside and stepped into the floral bed, gently embracing Isha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the plague cauldron stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Black Fortress…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Plague Lord winced in pain, tossing and turning in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't left his pitch-black bedchamber for quite some time now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In light of his debilitated state, he had appointed Barag the Glutton—who had saved countless Nurgle daemons during the catastrophe—as his First Favorite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barag would now be responsible for overseeing the operations of the Garden of Nurgle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Plague Lord had no idea…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That this lazy, crafty, backstabbing fool would soon completely corrupt the culture of the entire garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cursed One… Savior… Changer of Ways… the Plague shall not fade… you will all pay…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He groaned with fury, bitter hatred filling his heart. Losing the Goddess of Life was a wound deeper than any.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Hm? My artifact reappears?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the Plague Lord sensed the plague cauldron once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the connection with the original artifact, he attempted to peer through time and space, seeking both the cauldron and the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment his consciousness extended—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the scene in the Life Garden. The Savior. The Goddess of Life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze, thunderstruck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His deep green face flushed crimson. The mask of pain twisted into something that resembled a clown's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the final blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already gravely wounded, he couldn't bear another moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He severed the link to the artifact, unwilling to be associated with that torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, darkness consumed him. He fainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last… he obtained the sleep he had so long yearned for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was far from peaceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slumbered with a clown mask on his face—no telling when or if he would wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the Garden of Decay…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Nurgle's sorrow and anguish overflowed, filth-ridden rain poured from the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold drops soaked every melancholy daemon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This can't go on…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barag the Glutton, now First Favorite, lay in the sludge like a rotting fish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hated this mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the lazy rat came up with a brilliant idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would use his genius to renovate the garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in the Garden of Life…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha whimpered, arms shielding her body. A touch of fear tinged her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Slow down… I think something is watching us…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, she had sensed a vile presence—one that wasn't the Savior's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was perfectly happy being watched by him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Watching?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned and examined the shielding runes again. Nothing unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant… it wasn't coming from the outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted to the artifact—the plague cauldron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not from beyond the wards, the only possible source was inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be that the Plague Lord was spying through his beloved artifact?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he watching like some tragic cuckold?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nope. Nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden scanned the cauldron carefully. No trace of the Plague Lord's presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even the faintest connection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe it was just my imagination…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha felt a little embarrassed by her own overreaction. Her pale skin blushed a deeper red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beneath it all… a subtle influence was blooming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one hiding in the shadows had grown impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden saw nothing out of place. He pulled Isha into his embrace again, savoring her warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely unaware that he stood on the edge of corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their actions grew fierce. The grass and flowers around them were crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep in the domain of Slaanesh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince of Pleasure twisted in rapture. Legs entwined, she let out a satisfied breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior… as expected…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her beautiful, seductive smile curled with a hint of cruelty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No matter how cautious you are… you still fell into my trap.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not even the Cursed One can save you now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had always known the Savior—her chosen disciple—would give in to his desire for the Goddess of Life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, her hidden design activated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, a fragment of Slaanesh's essence drew Eden's soul into a sealed mental dimension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A domain so secretive, none could reach it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been riding his \"horse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the world suddenly shifted. Purple mist curled around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even worse, Isha was gone—replaced by something far more sinister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graceful demonic horns. A seductive and wicked body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those chilling, alluring eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A demon queen—the Prince of Pleasure herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's… Slaanesh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic set in. Eden realized he'd walked into her trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even worse—this mindspace allowed no external contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No call for help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to tear himself away—but soft, cold hands held him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Slaaneshi avatar, a mere fragment of her soul essence, pinned him beneath her, dominating him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Venomous thorn-beds rose around them, slicing into his flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each thorn seeped with poison capable of inducing the most unimaginable pain in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden collapsed, twitching in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't even scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain was too much—even for a Primarch-tier entity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind raced:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit—I'm about to get p*gged!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh tore away a chunk of his flesh, her voice dripping with ecstasy:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Struggle. I love watching prey squirm in despair…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her goal was simple: drown him in endless pain and pleasure, break his mind, and make him her new pet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her plaything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She noticed something wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fear she had anticipated quickly faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead… Eden's eyes turned pitch black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fully unleashed his dark side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice twisted and harsh:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright then… you like to play games?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's play.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a roar, the power of Diablo the Destroyer ignited hellfire, consuming the cursed thorn bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's body instantly transformed—demonic runes and binding chains coursed over his form. Massive, gnarled horns spiraled outward from his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human guise of a hellborn demon—the King of Terror—took shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impossible…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince of Pleasure's expression faltered. Control had slipped from her grasp, disbelief flickering in her seductive eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You… You're Diablo?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had heard whispers of this enigmatic Chaos god—especially of his terrifying disciples, the Terror Legion, whose ferocity rivaled even Khorne's bloodthirsty hordes. Some said they were worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To corrupt the Savior, she had poured a power far surpassing even that of the Primarchs into this avatar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she had underestimated him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had reached a whole new level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might not yet match the Chaos Gods—but he was edging toward the threshold of godhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Prince of Pleasure… keep this little secret for me, won't you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden exhaled flames through his nostrils, scorching a few strands of purple hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tide had turned. The hunter became the hunted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dark essence far outmatched the power of Slaanesh's fragment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was his realm now. Her corruptive influence was laughable here—if anything, he could corrupt her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her stunned silence, Eden seized her avatar and slammed her down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And resumed his 'charge'.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fragment couldn't resist his divine might. It could only submit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After nearly a century of frustration, the Savior had finally fulfilled his vow:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wrecked a Chaos God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it was just part of her soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the Palace of Ecstasy…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Slaanesh felt every moment through her soul fragment, her chamber trembled violently. Thick, violet mist billowed outward, destabilizing the realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This… this can't be real…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen Phoenix, Fulgrim, gawked from afar and collapsed in utter defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to admit it—this Savior, this Devourer of Gods, was a real man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vibrations ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the mental realm, Eden abruptly stopped—cutting off all pleasure feedback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On her dark purple throne, the Prince of Pleasure lay reclined… unsatisfied. A hint of yearning lingered in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now she wanted the Savior even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down the steps…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord… perhaps you need me…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim saw an opportunity. He fixed his makeup and humbly approached the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to serve her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begone!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A venomous whip lashed across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another strike split his body in half, launching him from the throne room with a sickening thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daemons outside scattered in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None wanted to be collateral damage in Slaanesh's fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulgrim lay broken on the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could never surpass that man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the sealed mental domain, the purple mist began to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had paused intentionally—he didn't want to mess up at the finish line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using a technique known as the Paper's Edge, he cut off the feedback loop before Slaanesh could exploit it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as her avatar lunged again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hellfire erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's Chaos-demon body expanded again, grabbed the false goddess—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And refined her on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He devoured her tainted essence, leaving behind only her pure authority and conscious imprint—harmless and inert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Technically, he could've destroyed even that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But instead… he kept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the task done, Eden's infernal form dissipated, and he exited the illusion Slaanesh had constructed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning to the Garden of Life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're back! Are you alright?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha's voice trembled with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, he had been drawn into a trance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he stood once more at her side—an ominous dark-purple orb floating beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she sensed the essence within the orb, her body shivered involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the Chaos God who destroyed her people—who tortured her for so long—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince of Pleasure, Slaanesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry,\" Eden comforted her, \"This thing can't hurt anyone anymore. It's completely powerless.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll even help your followers recover.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gently pressed her favor again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, Isha melted into his arms in joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those moments, Eden bathed in her divine warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gods were on another level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only one thought left:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Retreat while you're ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, the dark orb floated, utterly restrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh tried to peer through it—only to be met with a high-intensity propaganda video from Eden's territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A PSA montage promoting discipline, chastity, and loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh had been sentenced to spiritual rehab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"CURSE YOU—this sterile wasteland!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She writhed in disgust but couldn't look away—unless she chose to abandon this fragment entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aahhh, that was refreshing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stretched as he rose from the flowerbed, feeling utterly revitalized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the last traces of Slaanesh's influence faded from Isha's soul. Blushing furiously, she dove into the bushes, re-emerging with a pale green gown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is a shard of Slaanesh's power,\" Eden explained, handing over the orb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When you have time, study it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slaanesh's dominion included emotions and love. Not entirely incompatible with Isha's domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she learned to master those concepts… she might be able to absorb the fragment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And become stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could already imagine Slaanesh foaming in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Robbed. Viol*ted. And now forced to watch 'vanilla' action 24\u002F7.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absolutely brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Eden rejected Isha's invitation to stay, pulled up his pants, and departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He left behind the Plague Cauldron, now mostly purified by divine flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though some toxins remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hoped Isha could fully cleanse it and fill it with waters of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From now on, this would be known as the Well of Life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In time, Eden's researchers would study her sacred tears and essence—to see how effectively they soothed the pain of the Aeldari soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Aeldari had long suffered from Slaanesh's torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the data was in…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd start selling Isha's \"bathwater\" to the Aeldari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just effective enough to ease the pain, but not cure it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High repeat purchases guaranteed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldari, once rulers of the galaxy, still had deep pockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he left the garden, Eden pondered a political move—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he allow Yvraine, the Aeldari's Death Prophet, to visit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldari were now nurturing a new godling—the nascent Ynnead, god of the dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once born, Ynnead would be Slaanesh's natural enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful Aeldari god could threaten humanity's dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, Eden had Isha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could help Isha gain more Aeldari faith, he might stall or prevent Ynnead's birth entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since Ynnead's emergence would require countless Aeldari sacrifices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha, by contrast, already existed—and could ease their suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winning faith should be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he vanished into the distance, Isha watched him go, eyes full of emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she returned to her sacred grove—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To wash the cauldron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five Years Later\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sol Segmentum, Holy Terra\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dreamweaver and Glory of Macragge cruised side by side into the Lion's Gate dockyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrival of two Primarchs sent the Sol System into jubilant chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium prepared to celebrate its greatest victory in 10,000 years—honoring the Indomitus Crusade and the triumph over Nurgle's forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in history…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium had struck Chaos on its home turf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A victory unlike any before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aboard the Dreamweaver, Savior's Sanctuary—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh… I should cut back on visits to Isha's realm…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden rubbed his sore back and dropped into a sofa, skimming the latest reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past five years, the Savior and the Lord Regent had reclaimed nearly all of Ultramar. Reconstruction was ongoing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the Scourge Stars—they now belonged to the Terror Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Ultramarines knew better than to provoke those lunatics. That region was now a no-go zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some more daring Chapters had even begun hiring the Terror Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They charged next to nothing—just hand over coordinates, and they'd go berserk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People were beginning to realize:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These warriors didn't want pay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They just wanted more Chaos to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Indomitus Crusade had made tremendous gains, recapturing key strongholds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roboute Guilliman had even returned to Terra to handle core administration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Eden reviewed the data, he sighed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Imperium's still a mess…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A millennia of rot and corruption couldn't be reversed overnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At best, Roboute had pulled the Imperium out of the ICU.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Restoring its former strength? That would take time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that's why Eden had come to Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To rebuild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To design a framework that could grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it meant breaking some skulls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Roboute had made a pact:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who stood in the way would be destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...An attack?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's brow furrowed as he read new intelligence reports on disturbances in the Savior's Webway network.\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>",2726,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.689Z",1,"novelbin.me","1506c67ae6a5c795b9c6811341476c00926cb79c489d3c326c0bd47b6a690333","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-456","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-454",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]