[{"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-532":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},1681402,2147,"Chapter 532 - 533 — The Savior: Wuhu—What Blasphemy! Utter Blasphemy!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-532",532,"\u003Cp>[+100PS!!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Let's keep them coming!!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Prince of Pleasure's gotten this bold?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden caught a whiff of Slaanesh's cloying scent and frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that accursed Chaos Power trying to corrupt the Emperor again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible. Even in a cloned body, the Emperor wouldn't be swayed so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless… maybe She Who Thirsts just wanted to tease the galaxy's apex male—or get herself beaten for fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzap—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor gathered sanctified psychic might; golden arcs of lightning crawled over his form as he braced for an attack at any second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Master of Mankind grew more wary by the heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time there had been no omen, no overt taint of Chaos—he feared some esoteric assault was in play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When facing the Dark Gods, you cannot relax for even a breath, or you risk tumbling into an endless abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten millennia ago, the Emperor had foreseen disaster and prepared countermeasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet all those efforts still came to ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hard ember of anger smoldered in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity had only just seized a sliver of advantage by taking the Commorragh webway nexus. There could be no backsliding now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh belongs to Mankind. Any enemy of Man who reaches for it will be struck with unrestrained force!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Eden and the Emperor kept their guard up, a smug, tinny vox-recording cut in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Lord Savior, surprised? Here's your… present! Hahahahaha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Archmagos Kaul's pre-recorded voice all but squealed with excitement: \"By the Machine God! The silicone-construct tech you kept pestering me about has broken through—hyper-realistic fidelity achieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Per your original spec, I even commissioned the Cults of Excess to help with the design. We perfectly reproduced every scene and persona, including the special, ahem, forbidden figures you insisted on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If this meets your approval, perhaps authorize a larger budget line for my fuel-drink research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please—enjoy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The recording ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The profane pink lights grew more suggestive. Music of indulgence swelled. Steam—sweetly scented—rolled across the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shapely silhouettes emerged within the mist until the place felt like a palace of hedonism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden drew a sharp breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right. This… really was something he'd asked Kaul to make.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when the Savior's Domain had obtained a certain blasphemous silicone-construct technology, Eden had repurposed it as covert disguise\u002Fmasquerade gear for agents, spies, and missionary saints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tech advanced and advanced, until the constructs could almost pass for true human beings—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even… more comfortable than flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a whim, Eden had sent Kaul a \"sample brief\" to make something fun and exciting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course it was inherently proscribed—never to be deployed across the Savior's Domain or the wider Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd only wanted a private taste of his realm's R&D progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then war and work piled up. He'd forgotten the whole thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the oily old cogboys had actually realized his entire concept!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scented mist thinned, and first came a troupe of \"Old Terra M2 era\" Eastern courtesans—antique grace, captivating charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They played and danced, smiled like flowers, and threw sly glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By look, touch, and warmth these silicone homunculi were indistinguishable from real people, enhanced by simple weak-AI routines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No true selfhood, but realistic enough to fool the eye and ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved with such life that, unless you scrutinized them, you'd think them flesh and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the fog peeled back further, a wave of classic 2D waifus filed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chorus of feminine voices rose—each timbre distinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every last one fixed her gaze on the Savior; poses and lines delivered just right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most were beloved heroines from Eden's past life anime and games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mature dommes, lolis, pure maidens, yandere, tsundere—white hair, pink hair; thigh-highs, black stockings, sailor uniforms, skintight leathers—everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each persona ran like the original—not merely similar, but dead-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor stared, face full of question marks, at such exotic \"culture.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd never seen anything like it. Perhaps this was some fashion native to the Savior's Domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny vampire loli bared sharp canines and smirked. \"Let me enjoy this… all by myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A certain magical warrior struck a famous pose. \"In the name of the moon, I'll punish you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big brother's request—if it's an illustration commission, I can accept.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're all hopeless—absolutely hopeless!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Will you honor me with a dance, and witness eternity in this fleeting moment…?\" Lady Kamisato of Inazuma curtsied with an inviting hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then came scenes even less fit for minors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a white-haired, shut-in homebody heroine yelped, clapping both hands over her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flushing scarlet, eyes swimming, she shouted at Eden, \"You idiot—pervert—creep!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh… I'm going to die of secondhand embarrassment…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far away, Eden hadn't lifted a finger—and his whole body had gone rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd only wanted to reminisce about his old homeland's pop culture. Who could have guessed his tastes would be… exposed like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mortifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then again, in the absurd universe of Warhammer, this hardly ranked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone has their awkward stories. Even the Emperor has apocrypha about… uh… \"side businesses.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some rumors even insist He bartered \"services\" in Commorragh for hints of Golden Throne tech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There are \"records,\" tales, and illustrations—vivid and lurid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So… probably fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden risked a glance toward the Emperor—then sweat sprang from his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, throne…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's section featured local \"specialties\": silicone constructs as angels, Sisters of Battle, Ministorum priestesses, Tech-Priestesses—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even several alien \"beauties.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor, feel the ardor of our souls…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chitter-chitter-chitter—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Battle Sisters, priestesses, Aeldari maidens, and even a coquettish Tyranid \"bug-girl\" pressed close around the Emperor, stroking his armor, writhing and preening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was blasphemy at its purest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sort of tableau that would make an Ecclesiarchy confessor or an Inquisitor faint dead away—and then order every last cyclone torpedo launched in cleansing wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utter blasphemy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden inhaled through his teeth and looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His soul had gone a little numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially under the Emperor's iron gaze as power began to gather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emmm…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden wiped at his cold sweat. \"If I say this is… a special endurance drill to challenge personal weak points—would you believe me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you think?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor nearly laughed—from rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew how He despised heresy and xenos. And this Savior boy, in private, was this indulgent? Such behavior ill suited a ruler of the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he condemned Eden, the Master of Mankind studiously forgot his own youthful escapades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psssh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pink miasma puffed forth, drawing both their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"More, more—sweeter the pain, the finer the pleasure!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let every second of realspace become an eternal crescendo…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silk curtains parted over a carefully staged dais, and a silicone idol in Slaanesh's shape stepped into view—enough to snare any male's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blasphemy of blasphemies—and dangerously so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cursed, black-hearted cog-grease peddlers,\" Eden growled, \"ruining my reputation like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to admit: Kaul had skill—translating Eden's spec into something this close to the Prince of Pleasure yet without a whiff of actual corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the execution? Sloppy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plans had changed—and they'd failed to relocate the whole suite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You little wretch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power thrummed under the Emperor's skin; his fists clenched hard enough to groan his gauntlets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, alright…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden threw up his hands. \"I admit it's a private hobby—with a teensy risk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He winced. \"We may have to purge the lot of it. Unless Your Majesty likes it—in which case, perhaps we keep a set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After all, back in the day, you—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hammerblow of holy light ripped across the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond, machinery thundered in ceaseless cadence; gears meshed in ritual rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the platform outside the Black Throne's palace—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A light wind drifted by; above, the Warp's dark red pall roiled like a whirlpool, and within it, one could almost glimpse a golden sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's sacred radiance, holding Chaos at bay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the platform's lip stood Jaghatai Khan, White Scars Primarch, chin tilted to the heavens—just a touch forlorn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still nursing the psychic bruises from the Emperor's recent, blistering tongue-lashing—a wound that would take time to heal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he sensed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A psychic detonation boomed from the throne-hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, a figure rimmed in golden arcs of lightning came flying out and cratered the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Eden, what in all storms happened to you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan glanced down at the Savior and nearly burst out laughing—just a hint of schadenfreude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he had been roasted to tears by the Emperor, Eden had laughed from the sidelines and quietly recorded the holo for his collection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden rose as if nothing had happened, dusted himself off, and deadpanned, \"Air was stuffy inside. Thought I'd step out for a breeze.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring the Khan's pointed smirk, he lifted his eyes to the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he pinged Archmagos Kaul: this cycle's special-projects budget was cut in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over Kaul's theatrical lamentations, Eden ordered him to build an entirely new suite of silicone constructs and deliver it to Eden's sanctum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Eden's mood improved later, perhaps the budget would, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In any case, this novel heresy-tech warranted a thorough inspection by the Savior—so he could properly critique it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Emperor… is there truly a way back for Him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan sighed at last, voicing the dread he'd learned from recent prophecies of a \"Dark King.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's face tightened. \"No crash today. Beyond that… it's hard to say. There should still be a path to set Him right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things were not good. Even His personality was fraying—splitting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Eden's company, the Emperor's temperament kept… shifting—like conversing with different eras of the same man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The carefree daredevil of youth; the ruthless, results-first tyrant of the Great Crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the failed guardian chained to the Golden Throne: kind yet lonely, regretful—shot through with a god's coldness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden could feel it: the Emperor's humanity and divinity were fusing—then tearing apart—then fusing again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hence why, once He'd had a voice-amplifier fitted, He'd summoned the Khan and the Custodes and scorched them alive with public reprimand, without sparing a shred of face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in M30, He'd forced Primarchs to kneel in public more than once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, like a grumpy granddad, He'd sit and chat with Webby, the tiny \"Machine-Goddess\" mascot—letting the little pipsqueak's antics wring out a laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or He'd throw on an alias and, like a terminally online contrarian, rip Roboute Guilliman's theses on the noosphere with relentless, point-blank mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of that… was good. It meant His humanity endured, however jumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remained a living Man—capable of human feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at times, the Emperor's divinity bled through, chilling the marrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden might joke around with Him, but the pressure was crushing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every so often a breath from Him felt darker and more terrible than anything the Chaos Gods exuded—pitiless and cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The godhead buried deepest in His psyche—the Dark King—spoke of annihilation without cause or aim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if, with the next breath, He could extinguish Eden—and all Humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity's greatest existential threat, right now, was the Emperor Himself—and it had to be solved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's heart grew leaden. The urgency dwarfed even a Chaos incursion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We're talking about the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—there was a route through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If religious reform advanced, if the Holy Spires project rose sky-high, and if the Golden Throne could be repaired and refit, the Emperor might yet return to the true path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather than slough off His humanity and become a full Warp god—sitting at the same table as the Dark Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the future refuses prophecy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp shifts by the second—catastrophe could flower without warning. And Eden couldn't see what the next stage held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only pray Games Workshop's latest financials looked good—no \"bold\" corporate stunts, please.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He skimmed upcoming or ongoing events in his mind: the Lion's return, Angron's renewed rampage, upheaval around Vigilus…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most vexing of all would be the Silent King's next moves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realspace foes were harder to kill than Warp fiends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos could be burned back by the Emperor's holy sun—but realspace enemies demanded guns, steel, and logistics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the Silent King—who helped ignite the War in Heaven, faced the Old Ones, and shattered Star Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, Szarekh's stance toward Humanity had grown ambiguous under the pressure of the Great Devourer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his endgame remained: resolve the existential crisis, restore the Triarch, reclaim the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fresh war-zone dispatches said he'd formally rescinded the \"Law of Honored Battle.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He proclaimed Humanity's baseness—no longer worthy of respect or mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All weapons and methods, however ignoble, would be unleashed in this extermination war to cleanse the galaxy of vermin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had chosen to break Mankind first, to flaunt his might and mandate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd already dealt the Imperium several grave defeats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's Domain had listed the Silent King as a priority war target and had begun preparations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with the Emperor's condition worsening, the Domain could no longer pour oceans of resources into a brand-new front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roboute Guilliman's Indomitable Crusade fleets and local forces would have to hold for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Domain's core mission had shifted: rebuild and refit Commorragh's webway city and bring it online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Use the web of routes to connect the Imperium end-to-end—forge Humanity's commercial heart and logistics hub in the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, Eden could leverage that hub to vacuum up resources at breakneck speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, roll out continent-sized Mechanicus projects across the Imperium, raising Holy Spires in sector after sector—to vent the Emperor-sun's unimaginable tides of faith-energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keep the Emperor's humanity from drowning—keep the Dark King from being born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spires would shelter worlds in sanctified power, easing Warp erosion—two birds with one prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the new hub would let the Imperium shuffle materiel faster, fueling fronts across the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Titan God-Machines and tidal barrages of artillery, they'd claw back more worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons and supplies would no longer run dry; the soldiers of Man could finally cut loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humanity would find the gears of growth again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, webway-building was the Imperium's next keystone—an echo of the Emperor's dream from ten millennia past—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now on a scale He never dared: thousands upon thousands of times grander than those shabby Terran tunnels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was enough to make the Old Man grin from ear to ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Side by side, Eden and the Khan took the steps downward, hashing through the next operational steps for the Commorragh webway city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's posture was a little hunched… and his shoulder looked odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your wounds haven't healed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan frowned. By aura alone Eden seemed fine. Why that posture?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if something heavy were pressing him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tensed. Some Chaos hex?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior was now the Imperium's second keystone after the Emperor—xenos knives and heretic bullets would hunt him ceaselessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm fine. Just… feel it in the shoulders.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden rolled them and sighed long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right now, the five Segmentae's million civilized worlds—and the lives of uncounted trillions—rest on this Savior's shoulders. It's… a lot of weight.\"\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>",2470,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.268Z",1,"novelbin.me","e289b6a1b8d7f36c231981271a5a1f445b16ab1807d9c39195c9d68730f7f076","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-533","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-531",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]