[{"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-467":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},1681137,2147,"Chapter 467 - 468: The Ministry of Internal Affairs: Damn, the Imperium Seems More Peaceful Without Us!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-467",467,"\u003Cp>\"Brother, Holy Terra is the seat of our father’s palace!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roboute Guilliman, the Lord Commander of the Imperium, grew increasingly anxious as he heard the Savior’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he knew—when his brother said something like that, there was a high chance he meant it. And worse, that he could actually do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on everything he understood about his brother...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had probably already set up some kind of mysterious weapon or contingency on Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more terrifying—Guilliman might not even be able to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat beaded on Guilliman’s forehead at the realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the Savior, lips twitching slightly, voice softening:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s... not ideal. It’s a bit extreme. Maybe we can talk this through—find a better way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when facing the Lion or Horus, Guilliman had never spoken so gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no helping it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior was growing stronger by the day. Guilliman couldn’t stop him, couldn’t even control what was happening on Terra anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he could do was reason with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A twinge of guilt gnawed at him. Maybe if he, as Lord Commander, had held more power, if he had been stronger—things wouldn’t have reached this point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those damned High Lords had pushed his brother into open opposition!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt exhausted. He even began seriously considering a Second Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Building a brand new empire alongside his brother didn’t seem so bad after all...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord Commander’s heart stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re not wrong. I was being a bit impulsive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden’s tone softened. \"Alright then. Let’s discuss again how to handle Holy Terra.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t really meant to level Terra—he’d just used a theory from a certain dictator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When you say you want to open a skylight in a house, people resist. But if you say you’ll tear off the roof, suddenly they’re willing to compromise on the skylight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Terra was paralyzed, Guilliman just wanted him to stop the coup and reform efforts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Eden said he’d blow up Terra—now Guilliman was begging him not to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brother’s mental bottom line had just retreated one step further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had never been that obsessed with flattening Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thorough purge would be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already decided to expand the scale of the \"Grand Longevity Celebration.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright. Let’s discuss it again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman exhaled in relief, though for some reason, he also felt a little... disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old Gui, you’re not still daydreaming about that Second Imperium of yours, are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden narrowed his eyes, smiling. \"You disloyal traitor. I’ll have to tell Father next time I see him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You—don’t joke like that! I was forced into it back then!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman knew his brother was teasing, but he still panicked a little. That strict old father of theirs had left a deep psychological shadow on the Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this lighthearted exchange, the atmosphere between them eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the crisis of Terra’s shutdown remained a problem that had to be solved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve been thinking... maybe the impact of Holy Terra’s shutdown isn’t as terrible as we always assumed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sat down and started analyzing the situation with the Lord Commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For so long, Holy Terra had been held up as sacrosanct. If it collapsed, surely the Imperium would collapse with it—or so everyone believed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after careful analysis, Eden suddenly realized: yes, the shutdown had an impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was minor. At least in the short term.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now that you’ve established the Indomitus Crusade, your fleets respond to emergencies across Imperial space. If local fleets can’t handle something, the Crusade can.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Which means that Holy Terra—especially the Administratum—mostly deals with bureaucracy to maintain Imperial rule.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Civil management for various worlds, suppressing traitors, calculating and collecting the Tithe...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden handed Guilliman a datagraph calculated by the Machine Goddess herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All of this is important, of course. But considering the Administratum’s legendary inefficiency—whether it’s running or not makes no difference in the short term.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In fact, some overburdened planets may actually benefit from the downtime.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"According to the numbers, Terra’s shutdown won’t harm the Imperium for at least six months.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, the Administratum was still quick to handle high-priority areas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those areas had largely been taken over by the Indomitus Crusade and local Internal Affairs offices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the rest of the Imperium... response times were measured in decades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten, twenty, fifty years? That was normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without Terra’s meddling or burdensome demands, those worlds might even flourish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention, the Administratum was bloated with entire departments that served no real purpose. People just running in circles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden smiled, concluding:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So let them strike if they want. Maybe fewer people will die from overwork.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior’s words left Guilliman stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the data, again and again, not speaking for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord Commander was filled with regret over his own foolishness—and a sense of defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he’d had this insight earlier... maybe he could’ve pushed for more reforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was a big if.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the Machine Goddess’s near-infinite computational power, no one could’ve predicted the scope of the shutdown’s actual impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s the power of digitized administration. Human brains alone couldn’t compete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium’s many disasters? Largely the result of relying solely on human intuition and judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother... go ahead. I support your decision.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman didn’t bring up halting the reforms again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He left those words behind and went back to convalescing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt more and more like he was being left behind by the times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Savior’s Greatsword Therapy Team was taking exceptionally good care of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it really was time to lay down some of his burdens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let someone more suited take over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t cling to power like others did. Just as he and the Lion once wanted Sanguinius to lead the Second Imperium...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All Guilliman wanted now was to run his Ultramar well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing his discussion with the Lord Commander, Eden immediately blocked all those nagging High Lords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what, the martial law would continue until all resistance was purged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then made a public announcement to Holy Terra:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the destruction of the warehouse and water districts, he would now take responsibility for supplying the entire Throneworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From now on—forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The merciful Savior would spare no cost to provide materials until Holy Terra became a true paradise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our supplies will go to the pure and loyal first—especially those who stayed at their posts!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden declared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for those striking in protest?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them be. They’d come crawling back eventually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During Holy Terra’s shutdown, in one of the Segmentum Solar’s civil worlds...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The local planetary governor waited for the Tithe Fleet to arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh Emperor... this was a mistake!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young governor had just inherited power from his late father—and he was devastated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their planet had once been prosperous. Citizens could at least afford bark bread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for unknown reasons, the Ministry of Internal Affairs had upgraded the planet’s tax classification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Second-Class Special to First-Class High.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That crushing burden had killed his father and ignited riots across the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It teetered on the edge of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had scraped together every resource he could to meet the Tithe—this once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if they paid again, billions more would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Governor, where is the Imperial Tithe Fleet? They’re late.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days passed. The Chief Steward grew suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s... impossible,\" the governor murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium had never delayed Tithe collection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yes—by all rights, it was already due.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with Holy Terra down, the sector had received no updated data. They didn’t dare act without it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they under-collected?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Inquisition would come knocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And since the data hadn’t been transmitted, they were legally barred from initiating the Tithe collection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, the governor made a desperate choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He returned the Tithe resources to his people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if he waited any longer, he might not live to see the fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Imperium wouldn’t care—unless it was full-blown heresy or an alien invasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people cheered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not just on his planet—countless worlds survived the shutdown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Administratum, Office of Economic Documentation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire office was eerily silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the servitors and servo-skulls had gone idle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why isn’t the Savior panicking...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The department head, the Secretary-General, sat at his desk, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the towering stack of files, reflexively reaching for them—but stopped himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was strike season.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No work was to be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to show the Savior how serious this was!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet... days passed. The Savior made no move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he really given up on the Imperium?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What about Director? Wasn’t everything going according to her plan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Any good news...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked to his deputy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Like signs of riots? The High Lords want those reports.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opposition wanted to use unrest to pressure the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deputy frowned and shook his head. \"No, sir. No signs of unrest. Everything seems... peaceful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’ve been down for days! How is there nothing?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Secretary-General slammed his desk in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Actually, one report did come in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Speak!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A few sectors in the Ultima Segmentum sent a joint request for more fleet protection.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They even offered to pay extra Tithe. Apparently, they received some industrial tech from the Savior, and their development is booming...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Silence!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Secretary-General shut his eyes in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want to hear it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For so long, Terra’s bureaucrats believed they were essential—the glue holding the Imperium together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without them, the whole thing would collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their department had been idle for days, and the Imperium hadn’t even noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if none of it mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A creeping anxiety gripped them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe we just haven’t waited long enough...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reassured himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Help me up. We’ll go check the dormitories.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His withered body, bound in machinery, moved with difficulty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to hold the department together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to resist the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Useless fool!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stumbled and nearly fell, cursing at his deputy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Apologies, sir. I... don’t have much strength left.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the central departments were running out of supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all wanted the Savior to yield, to end the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But some managers held the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They forbade anyone from returning to work—threatening to cut them off from supplies if they did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they could only wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Secretary-General soon arrived at the dormitory block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw thin, pale faces, fewer people than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are there so few?! Did they starve?! Has the logistics office failed to deliver ration packs?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clever sycophant quickly knelt and made a devout report:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those people ran to the Internal Affairs Office! I heard they’re recruiting—twelve-hour shifts, meals and lodging included, even family stipends!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And departments that win awards get to host open-barbecue events... with unlimited meat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he couldn’t help but swallow hard, while the surrounding crowd stirred in excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I think it’s a trick! I will always be loyal to Secretary-General, sir!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This snitch’s family had served the Secretary-General for generations—he was a planted informant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His job was to spy and tattle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smack—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Traitor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Secretary-General slapped the little rat hard, eyes filled with disbelief:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How does the Savior have so much supply?! Weren’t their supply fleets attacked by xenos pirates?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he didn’t know, was that those so-called pirates had already been crushed by Mechanicus Ark Mechanicus ships and had long since slinked away to avoid annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the Savior’s logistics fleets were running without interference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Traitors! All of them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Secretary-General heard that yet more administrators had fled under his nose, he angrily dispatched patrol teams to round them up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But... none of them ever came back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the Savior’s newly formed Provost Corps was recruiting, and they had better gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The patrolmen didn’t dare fight—they joined up instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Internal Affairs Office was paying in nothing but corpse starch. Nobody wanted to die over that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some people had already begun to understand who was truly loyal to the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Secretary-General fainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd dispersed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His deputy quietly slipped away under the excuse of \"handling paperwork\"—headed straight for Internal Affairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internal Affairs Office — Administrative Ledger Division\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Narresen’s desk sat a statue of the Savior in martyrdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She calmly crunched data, now with speed and confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the data matrix...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could instantly generate results. No more long calculations, no more endless bureaucratic meetings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her work was dozens of times faster than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...We all misunderstood the Savior.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Narresen still felt guilty for doubting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their department was lucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been forgotten in the bureaucratic shuffle and struck from the Internal Affairs records—meaning they weren’t part of the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Internal Affairs Office, combing through data from across Terra’s underhives, had discovered them in a cramped office more than ten kilometers underground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were quickly absorbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Narresen now had purpose again—to serve the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her job had value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She calculated supply data, then dispatched it to logistic officers who would deliver it where needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless civilians could now survive hunger thanks to her numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For civilians, the Savior’s officers distributed minimum survival packages—just enough to stay alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these modern-era bureaucrats, raised in abundance, underestimated the Imperium’s true misery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even these minimum kits were better than most of the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough to keep entire families alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Internal Affairs’ projections...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior’s logistics fleets carried enough supplies to sustain Holy Terra’s population for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was by Terra’s standards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By Savior’s more efficient logistics models?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Savior had decreed the schedule in half-year intervals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an exceptional time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pure and loyal clerks were working so hard—they deserved to enjoy themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terra’s staff couldn’t be worse off than those on Urth Prime, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, there was political calculus too. Hearts and minds needed winning—benefits had to be generous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whirrrrr...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Narresen heard the servo-skull’s buzzing approach and instinctively stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A reflexive fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it no longer monitored her, the instinct remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servo-skull clumsily deposited a cup of coffee and a pastry onto her desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afternoon tea. A perk of working in the core departments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took a sip—and tasted milk and smooth richness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was drinking premium coffee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior’s realm had tried to provide cheap recaf—but lacked such outdated production lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, his agri-worlds used Golden Age farming tech. No subpar crops. No contamination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Narresen couldn’t believe this was real life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, she spotted a familiar figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"S-Savior?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone, keep up the good work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden smiled gently and waved, signaling them to continue their tasks—no formalities needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just stopped by to inspect Internal Affairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their office was expanding rapidly, absorbing former Internal Affairs staff and acquiring a treasure trove of data.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would be a huge asset in restructuring Terra’s governance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, Eden headed for the canteen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You call this management?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scowled at some of the rations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are we serving so much bread? What are we, beggars? Swap it all—meat, eggs, milk, full spread!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some Webway routes had been disrupted, leaving grain and livestock trapped on agri-worlds, rotting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect time to over-supply Terra. More than enough to go around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rebels’ warehouse destruction and strikes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It helped him. They’d dug their own graves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after their fleets failed to intercept his supply convoys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now his resources were flowing unhindered into the Throneworld—total control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Departments that realized the strike had failed, that Internal Affairs was replacing them, and who had gone hungry for days?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returned to work one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when forbidden by their higher-ups, they no longer cared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they saw the perks offered to those loyal to the Savior...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They flocked to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gunfire thundered in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stepped onto a balcony, watching the rising smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His armies were reclaiming the administrative precincts, one stronghold at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All resistance was labeled heresy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more rebels killed now, the more stable the Imperium would be later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that they faced much resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, some \"clever ones\" within departments reported their own bosses as heretics—just to speed up the Savior’s liberation and secure their own benefits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creating value, proactively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden ordered the clean-up to accelerate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The longer this martial law lasted, the more attention it would attract—from very dangerous entities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But things stalled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his forces reached the central districts, they suffered massive losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t breach the heavily fortified zones—especially the fortresses of the High Lords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even super-heavy tanks and Dreadnoughts were annihilated instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the High Lords weren’t doing great either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rebels, seeing the tide turn and running out of options, finally tried to negotiate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Lords of the Luminous Compact sent a collective transmission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ovelleta and the others looked haggard, forcing a submissive smile:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, you have won this battle. We are ready to accept reform.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We only ask to retain our positions. We will assist you in governing Terra.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think you’re still in any position to negotiate?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terra’s martial law had cost thousands of lives, drained massive resources...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they still wanted power?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with reforms, these people would cripple progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long pause...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ovelleta spoke again: \"We are willing to step down, and allow new elections. This is our final compromise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They retreated one more step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the \"elected\" would still be their own people—just like what happened during Guilliman’s reforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you’re sincere, come to the Senate and speak to us face-to-face.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden challenged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not until the situation stabilized. Not until their safety was guaranteed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some vowed never to leave their fortresses, letting others inherit their power instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unless you surrender all authority and accept full investigation, I won’t spare your lives.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sighed. \"Your families and factions will survive—maybe even prosper.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But otherwise... there’s nothing left to talk about.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his final line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he wasn’t worried they’d go berserk, he’d already purged them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ovelleta’s voice turned feral:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Primarch, we’ve compromised—but that doesn’t mean we lack teeth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have no right to take a millennium-old throne!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ancient Internal Affairs archive exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens died. Priceless records burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was their answer—or their threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We can hide in our fortresses for centuries and still resist! We’ll plunge Terra into chaos!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ovelleta was almost rabid:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One district after another will vanish. Terra will never know peace.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or will you bombard us from orbit? Reduce the surface to ash? Kill billions to reach us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For power... can you bear that cost?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice dripped with mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s your choice, my dear Primarch...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He awaited Eden’s capitulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others flooded the channels with pleas for peace, urging restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Luminous Compact controlled six High Lords, with fortresses across Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were like nails driven into the Imperium’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You couldn’t just rip them out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe they couldn’t help the Imperium—but left unchecked, they could sabotage it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone waited for the Savior’s final response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, explosions continued. Screams echoed through Terra’s streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if those dying voices would pressure the Primarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden’s voice was like a reaper’s scythe:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I choose annihilation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are all heretics, rebels, and parasites.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will receive no mercy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cut the channel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, a judgment decree swept across Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ovelleta and the Luminous Compact were declared traitors—sentenced to death by the Primarch. Immediate execution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All related personnel would be purged. No negotiation. No exceptions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the judgment proclaimed, the Savior personally departed for the Senate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dark-gold shuttle soared through Terra’s sepia skies—flames trailing behind like divine wrath descending from the heavens.\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>",3287,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.689Z",1,"novelbin.me","4b0d731b39fdc13f982b530020bdc0bf707c6b34f7240ad42246452350ba671b","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-468","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-466",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]