[{"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-554":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},1681324,2147,"Chapter 554 - 555 — The Savior: No More Hesitation—They Need a West Ice Vault Education!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-554",554,"\u003Cp>[Check Out The New Fanfic!!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Yu-Gi-Oh!: Undefeated\u002FUltra-Meta!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ovelia heir's proposal won loud assent from the rest of the league.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Drew speaks true.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Korda family's heir nodded, a smile flashing a mouthful of gem-set teeth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Lacas Pan-Sector League must show the New Sun of the Imperium our weight if we want the upper hand in this race for spoils—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Especially where the Webway is concerned.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the word Webway, hunger flickered in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If their house secured Webway routes, their banking arm could thrust into wider, richer markets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The profits defied imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Membership in House Korda was tied to blood, yes—but blood wasn't everything. They prized ambition and skill more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the margin was fat enough, they'd do anything—even skirt Imperial law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Won't this provoke him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sayakana Conglomerate's young executive—augmetics from brow to toe—kept a careful tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The New Sun can redeploy Imperial forces to Lacas with Webway speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That is a major threat to us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Korda heir sipped and sneered. \"We've never betrayed the Imperium. We've paid every tithe of the Eleven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The new Emperor has no cause to punish us—and no bandwidth. He wants stability more than anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Besides, our allies thread the Imperium end-to-end. If he butchers the high nobility, he'll plunge the realm into worse suffering.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many sectors housed leagues like theirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they resisted in concert, even if he threw every army at them, it would mean little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to the executive. \"Miss Lukna, you're new to the league. Trust our reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're experienced at Imperium changes of ownership.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high nobility had plays for this. Rulers of Holy Terra came and went; their moves were the same few strokes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>History had grown bored of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the vicious tyrant of seven or eight centuries ago, who butchered many High Lords, barely scratched them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one gave them pause: the \"Mad King\" three centuries back—an Inquisitorial High Lord—who bled Lacas for a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the roots held. Within a century they'd recovered—and expanded, spreading into neighboring sectors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Mad King lost in politics—and died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't fear merciful sovereigns—only madmen. By all intel, the Savior wasn't mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was merciful, rational—even in taking power, he'd shown restraint, keeping slaughter from spreading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd even spared foes for the sake of lives below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those traits they liked—and counted as his fatal weakness. It meant he wouldn't start an internal war unless forced—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and he wouldn't stomach the bottom ranks suffering for noble quarrels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Venthyr League's chief rumbled, \"Right. If the Savior insists on invading Lacas—disrupting operations—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three days. That's all it takes to spark a famine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one wants that,\" he added. \"The New Sun least of all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drew frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We cannot underestimate him. He is the greatest threat—and opportunity—we've seen in a century.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The league must move carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By my reports, the Ascolon Sector's league has already put forward a stalking horse to probe him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I propose we wait for the probe's result—then act.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ovelia heir chose caution: let another bloc test the Savior first, learn from the outcome, then move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might lose the first-mover edge—but the risk dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ascolon was famed across the Imperium—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—broad, wealthy; manufacturer of las-weaponry and void-shield components for countless regions; tapping gas giants for concentrated fuels without end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In priority, it outshone even Lacas. Its leagues were larger, knotted to Holy Terra and many Chapters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now they'd chosen a sacrifice to test the Savior—other alliances tacitly backing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Win or lose, compensation would follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A necessary ante.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They needed to know the Savior's stance and limits—to find his soft ribs and fight him with precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some Lacas delegates grumbled at Drew's softness, but they assented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ovelia, after all, had founded the league.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the proposer would answer for the choice. If losses followed from his caution—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—he would compensate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once assent circled the table, Drew adjourned and killed the scramblers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They parted for their suites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's banquet for the high nobility was still three months off. Only then would they receive Webway briefs and policies—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—the opening of negotiation and bargain: route usage rights, ownership regimes, sector revenue splits, port tariffs… a thousand cuts to carve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one man's word would settle it—not even the Savior's. Routes ran only with every sector on the line cooperating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drew returned to the Himalaya Grand Hotel in the spaceport core and sampled the vaunted five-star service.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Novelty abounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he tasted the new culture and commerce, he kept one eye on Ascolon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wolter Dynasty, a hereditary puppet house, had begun resistance with multiple leagues at its back—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—blocking the local arteries into the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They proclaimed that the Webway belonged to all Imperial citizens, that anyone had the right to use it freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They urged the Savior to open it, not treat it as private property.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the other nobles, Drew waited to see the Savior's response—and method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn't be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Savior struck too hard and plunged Ascolon into war and want—famine, death, worlds cracked—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—he would be denounced. The nobility would sing it in one voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other regions would copy the blockade, or simply let Chaos and xenos chew at their borders—until the Savior yielded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cared more for the Imperium. That was his weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had worlds enough to throw away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his hand was too soft, even better. They'd push for more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strip the Webway to the bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his balcony, Drew drank in the Webway's jeweled void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed back his wine and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The New Sun must know war and killing don't solve everything…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Terran-blooded Ovelia heir savored the wait for the coming feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's Sanctum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haah… politics is still not my game…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden flicked the holo of interlaced noble pedigrees off and rubbed his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high nobility knotted through the sectors—pull one thread, the tapestry moves. Hard to handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harder than heretics and xenos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ascolon is publicly attacking Your Majesty's new policies and commercial program,\" reported Tarko, the chief of staff, anger muted in his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Worse, they're allowing heretics to cut key lanes. Our auditors sent to the sites were hit by unknown assailants—no signals returned.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned, mapping the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They mean to band together against me. And yes—they've grabbed my weakness: sector order and civilian lives as leverage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fleet or compromise—either route is a trap.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he couldn't stomach was a civil war massacre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grandees didn't even need to stand in line of battle. A nudge here, an \"accident\" there—and catastrophe bloomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whom do you kill for that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't very well execute an entire sector's apparatus top to bottom. Even if he could, it would be a mutual ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heretics and xenos would feast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the hard part. Winning a throne, and sitting one—two different wars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was his test as Savior-Primarch, the Imperium's new Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn't clear this gate, forget reform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Majesty… are we to yield?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarko understood. He sighed. \"They're shouting that You should cede Webway ownership to the people—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"that anyone should travel it freely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dangerous line—sure to win most grandees' support. Mishandle it, and you'd face opposition on an Imperial scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A million civilised worlds. Not even the Savior could stand a realm-wide revolt and the chaos that followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What—dare they call it usurpation?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's temper flared. \"Do they know who they're talking to? The gall.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their coveting of the Webway crossed his red line. The Webway was the keystone of the new order and future prosperity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None would touch it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then we go hard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slapped the desk—rare metals groaned and dented under his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They gathered a little wealth and power and forgot who is the sun of the Imperium—and how cruel the world is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let them taste fear.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fixed Tarko with a level look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"On this, we do not blink. Ascolon's defiance of the Savior—the Emperor—is no mere sedition. We strike with a mailed fist.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He weighed the instrument—and chose quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Send Grand Inquisitor Deville. Tell him to make it clean.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, the high nobility were hard to handle. But they'd missed one thing: this Savior wasn't like rulers past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the Imperium's first true dictator. Even the Emperor of old could sit at the next table. He'd simply been restrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his will was harder than theirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarko noted the order, then asked, \"Majesty… shall we reschedule the grand convocation?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New facts meant new plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. Keep the date—change the venue. Have the Urth Inquisition help construct the new site.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's smile was cold. \"No more dithering. It's time they got a course of the Savior's Loyalty Education.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The backup plan was greenlit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they wouldn't accept warm talks, they'd get physical negotiation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden decided to take a page from Master Quankaka—and invite the grandees to the West Ice Vault Grand Hotel for special services.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would show them: before absolute power, a \"political alliance\" is just an ATM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Departments moved at once under his command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trusted Deville and loyal hands to crush every rebel twitch and lock the theater down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Urth, Urth Inquisition Headquarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold, iron-built blocks hunched like man-eating beasts—enough to make any passerby shiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years, heretics and xenos had vanished behind those doors—into torments that broke the unbreakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down the dungeon stacks, penitent heretics and aliens knelt—each deeper tier holding darker trophies—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—xenos champions, even Chaos Space Marines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At level eighteen, one could even hear a Daemonette of excess, weeping confessions—spilling every secret and tryst—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—including a certain Fallen Phoenix's embarrassing shortcomings and the fact he'd quietly swapped in a fake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the deepest cell sat a special prisoner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He endured the tortures he himself had designed, body wracked, never letting a cry pass his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had entered the cell by choice, to atone—a proof of loyalty to the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I must confess my sins—to be worthy of His Majesty's grace.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Deville had said upon entering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grand Inquisitor would reflect there on his unauthorized actions during the Great Purge of Terra—until the Savior called him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deville slipped free of the rack, shrugged into a black robe, dusted the crimson armband—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—then stood straight as a spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile made his scar-mapped face look wolfish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar presence meant the Savior had remembered him—ready to unleash this hound again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To lay more loyalty at His feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tarko.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neat as a pin, Deville met the chief of staff right on time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By His Majesty's order: you depart immediately on a priority task. Dossier incoming to your slate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do not fail Him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No small talk. Just orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarko's eyes narrowed. \"Your condition? Do you need treatment?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deville shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain and scars kept him honest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunter-sharp, he bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell His Majesty: the Grand Inquisitor will carry out the Savior's will, and set all things in order.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—a dark-gold courier lifted from Urth in secrecy, slipped into the Webway, and arrowed toward the target—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—the Ascolon Sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the ship's office—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"His Majesty has trusted me with too much…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deville studied the Ascolon packet—his smile turned eager, almost fervent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gratitude burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time the Savior had given him full discretion—command over departments, armies, assets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was to end defiance of the Savior's majesty swiftly, lock down Ascolon—and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there was one more line, written like a blade:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Use force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crush them.\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>",1925,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.240Z",1,"novelbin.me","ed14f1a2ff132403c30d6ed99471499b8641f6f5473ab6c7c767538f4b917ee1","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-555","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-553",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]