[{"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-522":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},1681392,2147,"Chapter 522 - 523. Kaul: It’s Stable — The Black Throne Project Success Rate is 99.9999999%","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-522",522,"\u003Cp>Gurulu~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barag the Glutton, his mountain-sized body rotting and oozing pus, let out a massive snore. From the reeking swamp beneath him, foul bubbles rose to the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in his slumber, he muttered nonsense under the cover of the mire:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Soup… thicker soup… Merciful Father, boil more soup… heh, heh, heh…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This \"First Favored\" was clearly lost in some indulgent dream — gorging himself, then grabbing another Great Unclean One by the foot to shove into his maw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Barag the Glutton!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rodigus Rainfather stared at the scene, unable to contain his disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the late Ku'gath Plaguefather, this newly risen \"First Favored\" was utterly useless. He could see no hope of the Garden of Nurgle's restoration in Barag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fury grew, manifesting as a greater pestilent rainstorm. The plague-soaked downpour lashed the swamp and its Great Unclean Ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's going on? Is it raining in the Garden?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barag was jolted awake by the sudden storm, while other Great Unclean Ones grumbled and stirred from their slumber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the First Favored quickly realized who was responsible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rodigus… don't you know that disturbing the Great Nap is most impolite?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since receiving authority over the Garden of Nurgle, Barag had issued many new decrees in the name of the Plaguefather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them was the \"Great Nap.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this sacred time, all Great Unclean Ones and Plaguebearers were to slumber peacefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other decrees followed: \"Festival of Revelry,\" \"Day of Delicious Stew,\" and so on — ensuring the daemons' existence was brimming with stagnant joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Barag's mind, Nurgle's children should not endlessly fight and spread themselves thin. They should bask in eternal stasis and happiness — keeping their hearts tranquil and content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're the First Favored, yet you hide in the Garden instead of leading the Plague Legions?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rodigus, clutching his staff of tumor-ridden branches, roared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You must march forth, spread pestilence through the galaxy and the Warp, and avenge us!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bring back more corrupted souls for the Garden of Nurgle!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since Grandfather Nurgle was grievously wounded and fell into slumber, His domain had lost much of its essence of pestilence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other Chaos Gods' daemons accelerated their encroachments, devouring Nurgle's realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Garden of Nurgle was caught in a downward spiral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet at this moment of dire crisis, Barag not only refused to leave but had recalled many Great Unclean Ones home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rodigus could not understand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enraged, he stomped forward, stretching out a hand to seize the drowsy First Favored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before his hand reached him, several other Great Unclean Ones interposed themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Second Favored, show respect. Do you dare question the Plaguefather's choice?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven or eight high-ranking Great Unclean Ones surrounded him, eyes glimmering with offense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, insulting the First Favored was an insult to Nurgle Himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rodigus felt their anger and forced himself to calm down. Now was not the time for internecine conflict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Barag, First Favored, I never questioned our Merciful Father. I only beg that you not betray His expectations.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Great Unclean One sneered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your thoughts are utterly wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Plaguefather never chastised the First Favored. On the contrary, upon His last awakening, He praised him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said Barag's understanding of plague had surpassed all other Great Unclean Ones.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurgle, after all, is the God of Comfort — urging all beings to accept entropy and decay, to face existence with ease and laughter, to embrace their true selves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barag had done just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He accepted all that he was, surrendered to his gluttonous nature, and after the Garden's disaster, he dispersed the grief of Nurgle's children, bringing them back to joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the result Nurgle desired — restoration of His essence through their cheer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Great Unclean One added:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As for vengeance, the First Favored has already proposed a great new plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole Garden now labors toward this goal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, cheerful music rang out across the Garden of Nurgle, like a wake-up bell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plaguebearers arose from their slumber, humming tunes as they dragged great cauldrons into place, tossing in heaps of plague-ridden ingredients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toxic smoke in every hue billowed into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hurry, hurry! Everyone's guts must be twisting by now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Day of Delicious Stew is here — the Father's Sevenfold-Blessed Cauldron must bubble and burble!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barag's eyes gleamed with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rallied the Great Unclean Ones to hoist cauldrons, shoveling in diseased offerings. Thick yellow mist spread across the swamps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All threw themselves into brewing plague-stew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rodigus stood frozen, feeling utterly out of place. The smog churned his gut with unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"O Merciful Father… who will tell me what this so-called plan of vengeance truly is?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, he finally asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barag chuckled, scooping up a ladle of stew to sip — then offering one to Rodigus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Try it. This is our plan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rodigus frowned, but reluctantly swallowed the rainbow-tinted stew. The taste was… oddly pleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, his gut writhed. He felt worms gnawing inside his belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nausea overwhelmed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Urk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vomited up a pile of green slime, his strength fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stunned, Rodigus realized: with only a single taste, he had contracted a plague of terrifying virulence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he had once sampled Ku'gath's incomplete brew of the Godplague, it hadn't ravaged him so badly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It seems our Second Favored cannot yet endure this plague…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Unclean Ones laughed heartily, mocking him as they slurped their stew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truth be told, it had taken them much time to adapt as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This… this is a new plague weapon?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rodigus gasped, his eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smell was unmistakable. He muttered, horrified:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This stew… it's nearly identical to the crafting of the Godplague!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barag puffed out his chest, stumpy arms behind his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I risked myself to sample the remnants of the Godplague lingering in the Garden. From it, I drew its essence and devised new plaguecraft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This will be the heart of our new plan — the key to restoring the Garden.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since, the Plaguebearers hailed Barag as a genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His techniques spread like wildfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, all of Nurgle's children abandoned their old methods, obsessed instead with brewing this new plague-stew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Barag only wanted a stronger, tastier soup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon they discovered its horrifying power: it inflicted psychic-layer damage, devastating Warp-entities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Plaguebearers struggled to endure it — and against other Chaos Daemons, its lethality was unmatched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in the material galaxy, it had little effect on mortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever the slumbering Plaguefather raged in His Black Manse, cursing the Changer and the Blood God, His children's desire for revenge grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barag, ever the sly traitor, fanned this hatred in the Father's name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He proclaimed: vengeance upon the other Chaos Gods — through plague!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his influence, countless daemons abandoned their wars in the galaxy and returned home, focusing solely on brewing these cauldrons of doom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the new \"Grand Plan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The children of Nurgle would re-emerge transformed — nightmares that even fellow daemons would dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus they would reclaim lost territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In effect, Barag the Glutton, sly infiltrator and cunning schemer, had single-handedly twisted Nurgle's realm into a force of chaotic neutrality — warring not with mortals, but with Chaos itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These changes would ripple back, even to the slumbering Plaguefather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would only further destabilize the fragile \"cooperation\" of the Dark Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For in truth, Chaos has never viewed Humanity or the Cursed as true enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The galaxy is merely their banquet hall; mankind, a sweet morsel; the Cursed, an obstacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos Gods have only one true foe: each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus when Nurgle once launched His Great Campaign, aiming to slay Roboute Guilliman and devour swathes of Imperial territory, the other Gods rushed to sabotage Him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They destroyed the Father's carefully wrought work of millennia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with the Plaguefather wounded, His children's hatred has crystallized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They will avenge Him at any cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rodigus, finally understanding, gazed across the Garden at the rising toxic plumes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time, his feelings shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was no ordinary pot of plague stew, but cauldron after cauldron of horrific plague war-weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All these years, he had never stopped thinking about reclaiming lost territory and restoring the Garden of Nurgle—yet with little to show for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had even been defeated and grievously wounded by Syll'esh the Doom of Secrets, a Supreme Keeper of Secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for that entity being abruptly recalled, he might not have kept even the last scraps of his conquered lands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet before his eyes, Barag the Glutton, the First Favored, had quietly completed a grand arrangement—mass-producing plague weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just felt their power for himself; they would be even more devastating to other Chaos Daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These plague weapons would surely help Nurgle's domain reclaim its lands—and perhaps become stronger than ever!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"First Favored, I admit I misjudged you before.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rodigus's tone lost its haughty edge and softened considerably. \"Your achievements are astonishing—worthy of the Sevenfold Plague-Blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If possible, I wish to learn this new craft of plague-brewing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Rainfather wished to master the technique and strengthen himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barag did not refuse. Quite warmly, he set a great cauldron for the Second Favored as well, inviting him to join the Day of Delicious Stew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without notice, the Garden of Nurgle was now producing a vast stockpile of plague weapons designed to harm Chaos Daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Barag the Glutton received the order of the Great Four-Armed Savior, requesting that he lead plague legions to reinforce Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Plaguefather's First Favored issued his first call to war, announcing that he would personally lead the pestilent host to Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would be the first massed sortie of Nurgle's children since the Garden War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would take revenge upon all Chaos Daemons who had harmed the Garden of Nurgle—and prove their strength!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rancid fumes of the Garden began to seethe. To merry music, **seven colossal rotting void-whales—Plague Arks—**rose from Nurgle's domain and set course for the rift near Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh cityscape, a spired terrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Reinforcements are here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden looked toward the other side of the Warp-rent veil, where a sickly yellow shadow loomed, and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were Nurgle's daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His planted \"sly daemon turncoat,\" Barag the Glutton, would lead a tide of plague-daemons to assail the other Chaos hosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would throw the field into deeper turmoil—and curb the pressure of the warp-hordes upon Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would make the Great Evacuation far smoother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, across multiple fronts, the incoming tactical feeds showed the plague legions in motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barag the Glutton stood out most of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the surging daemon tide, bloated Plaguebearers bore a palanquin woven from rotting boughs, upon which the mountain-sized Barag reclined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hugged a cauldron four or five meters across, sampling its delicious stew with relish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long-horned heralds grinned broadly, chanting the First Favored's name and counting out the sacred number Seven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the palanquin buzzed thicker swarms of plague-flies and Nurgle's marching bands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They clanged and drummed, puffing out wheezy, ponderous \"orchestral\" blasts—ugly noises with a strangely cheerful lilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever Barag passed, yellow plague-mist billowed; corpses and battlefield wreckage stirred, clawing upright as new undead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plague host swelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several Keepers of Secrets under Slaanesh flicked their razor blades and lunged to strike Barag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They never breached the Plaguebearer honor-guard's cordon before their faces were plastered with unknown vomitous contagions—retching and voiding from both ends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Prince of Pleasure, spare me—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No! My painstaking makeup, my artfully twisted mantle— I cannot be seen like this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such filthy methods were the most intolerable torment to Slaaneshi elites, who prized luxury and image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, Keepers of Secrets could ward off such filth with sorcery or warp-energy, and even poisoned, they would not fail so miserably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now they could neither clear nor suppress the toxins. One after another, they went pale, clamped their legs together, clutched their backsides—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and collapsed on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fouled the field where they fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Barag the Glutton's most dreadful Dysentery Assault—an unnatural scourge that forced any warp-entity to feel crippling gut-pain and catastrophic loss of control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paid no mind to the humiliated, emptied Keepers. The rot-palanquin simply rolled past the still-retching, still-soiling foe and pressed on into the warp-hordes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where Barag went, Chaos Daemons toppled in shame, a stench that made even the hellspawn blanch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Greater Daemons of Slaanesh fled the very smell; even Khornate brutes refused to duel such a foul, underhanded foe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that moment, a new legend began in the Immaterium—The Legend of Barag the Glutton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbearably rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hiss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That guy Barag fights way too dirty. Who could possibly stomach that?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the front-line feeds of Barag's \"battle,\" Eeden sucked in a cold breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From any angle, the attack was terrifying. If even Chaos Daemons couldn't handle it… how horrifying must it be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even elite human warriors would struggle. These were big names of the warp and the galaxy—who wanted to soil themselves before all eyes on the battlefield?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puking and purging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With toxins that aggressive, even a suit's environmental cycles might not filter it all. Once the internals recirculated…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention the ruin to one's image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imagine an Imperial Primarch, proud and roaring a battle-cry, charging the vile Barag—only to catch a faceful of filth halfway in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then… he soils the suit. Pale yellow fog and filth weeping through the armor's seams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The picture was… unthinkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good thing Barag's on our side—and specialized against Chaos Daemons…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden exhaled and moved on, surveying the wider war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plague legions pressed ferociously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On their own, they threw the other Dark Gods' tides into chaos; their many plague-stews ravaged the daemon hosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Super-amped, psy-layer strains of flu, fever, suppurating blisters, rot-blossoms, weeping warts, crippling weakness and impotence—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they shredded the daemons' combat power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time since the Garden War, Nurgle's children were showcasing their strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heads held high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only in Commorragh— they struck other warzones as well, clashing with rival daemon hosts and seizing souls and territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were stronger than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Nurgle's children stirring the pot, pressure on Commorragh plummeted, and the Great Evacuation advanced smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gateways to the Redemption Satellite Zone were destroyed one after another, severing many avenues of attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Asurmen, we've destroyed half the target webway gates as planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the next three Dark Days, we'll withdraw every resident of Commorragh that can be withdrawn and completely seal the routes between Commorragh and the Redemption Satellite Zone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lhamean secretary Ilyss reported the latest milestones of the evacuation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The results were gratifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The situation is excellent!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After receiving the update, Eden took a small celebratory sip of champagne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned his attention to the repair progress on the Black Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Throne was repaired and successfully brought online, it could draw down the holy solar power to cork the warp-rent. Otherwise, the daemon tide would keep pouring through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, they'd only need to drive off the stragglers—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the job would be done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two more patient days passed. At last, the Black Throne was fully repaired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Throne sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At last—it's time to end this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's consciousness returned to the Emperor's clone-body. He gathered all his might, blazing with intense golden radiance— like the sun made flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would serve as the conduit, guiding the holy solar power to erect a veil-barrier—this was a proven method from the Black Throne's prior run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it worked, he could detach from the Throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing at the nearby Archmagos of Black-Mechanica, he still felt a flutter of unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kaul, we're going to pull this off… right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you still doubt the genius of Kaul's engineering?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaul brimmed with confidence. His augmetic eyes projected cascading data. \"Let me re-run the numbers. After these days of repairs, my understanding of the Black Throne's architecture improved again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At present, the success probability has reached 99.9999999%. Theoretically, failure is practically impossible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Huh??\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that figure, Eden swallowed. \"Why do I feel even more in danger now?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don't you dare botch this…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You said yourself… believe in science.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Kaul slammed the Black Throne's activators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The galaxy-spanning engine-monument thundered to life, like some primeval behemoth waking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Get +20 Extra Chapters On — P@tr3on \"Zaelum\"]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Every 500 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Thanks for Reading!]\u003C\u002Fp>",2710,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.268Z",1,"novelbin.me","1715922202e9335caa428726358782423e9cbceae24455feb2580c342cdab68e","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-523","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-521",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]