[{"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-561":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},1681331,2147,"Chapter 561 562 — The Savior: I’m No God. Trigger Panic, Harvest Hard!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-561",561,"\u003Cp>As time passed, more and more high-ranking figures stopped buying Dawn City's assets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chose to wait and see—to watch for what came next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new consensus was forming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If everyone believed the Savior would compromise and cut prices, then anyone who bought high would be the fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So… why not keep waiting?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanctum of the Savior, convalescent palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, in sunglasses and beach shorts, lay sunning himself on the cloud-soft turf while a holo-report floated in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a breakdown of Dawn City's commercial revenue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He curled a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, that fellow grew a brain after all. Already rallying the others to pressure me again, this fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And it would seem there's nothing I can do about them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the high nobles hadn't said they'd refuse to invest; they were merely observing. He couldn't force them to commit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would violate Dawn City's commercial ethos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was precisely why the nobles dared to be so brazen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after slaughter and punishment, for profit's sake, they would still test his limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden understood. Back on his homeworld, the Ming founder Zhu would behead and even flay corrupt officials—and they still dared to embezzle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the more so for interests as vast as the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forget it. Tarko and the others will handle it. No need for me to fuss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered, cut the comm-feed, and settled back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In such comfort, he should stay easy and drowsy. If only this bliss could last forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts drifted; his eyes slipped shut; even the plants nearby shifted and curled—as if falling asleep with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The calm broke quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those rotten parasites still haven't put any capital in…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman arrived—features firm and severe, as if chiseled from the hardest stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Justice incarnate: \"They use power and wealth to feed their appetites, wallowing in decadent pleasures, forgetting loyalty and duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're unworthy of the name noble, and undeserving of any honor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden opened his eyes and listened to the righteous litany.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew the man was denouncing the high nobility, yet he couldn't help feeling a touch… personally indicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago he'd even sent Old G some regional Lacas Sector specialties—catfolk attendants—only to be sternly refused and warned not to drown in pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now he'd come—likely to prod the progress of the Redemption Crusade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old G, don't stay wound like a bolter spring. Rest and recreation now and then are fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suspected Old G was still keeping himself chaste. The proper Primarchs really were terrifyingly self-disciplined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Eden and Fulgrim were the improper sort; Fulgrim even married once—presumably the only Primarch to take a spouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eden, something's off with you lately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman fixed him with a bright, worried gaze. \"Can you not feel yourself drifting toward nihilism and corruption?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were resolute—filled with conviction. You never bowed, never feared. You were the emblem of defiance in every Imperial warrior's heart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered Macragge—when the Savior first stood before him: defying daemons head-on, unflinching and unafraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd watched his brother ever since.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This brother who'd made the warp quail, executed Be'lakor—the Four's chosen—faced the Tyranid swarms alone, and bled an Exalted Bloodthirster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd even stared down the Four themselves, enduring unthinkable corruption without so much as a frown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very image of mankind's unbroken will. The Empire's mightiest warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman asked himself: in the same trial, could he have done what Eden did? He knew the answer: no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His respect only grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, after his brother became Emperor, too many changes had crept in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tilt toward decadence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old G, perhaps you misread me. Surprise—I'm simply showing you the real me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stayed sprawled, a corner of his lip twitching—quietly snarking to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also understood why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His indulgence stayed inside the Sanctum, under absolute secrecy. In front of Imperial citizens, he appeared as a shining figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All positive energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the propaganda arms—tens of millions strong—blazed nonstop: every medium, every art, sculpting the Savior's image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disciplined, merciful, unyielding, brave, hating evil, ready to give all for the Imperium—every human virtue crammed into one man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short: praise from every angle, showcasing only the most perfect face of the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately he'd spent more time with Guilliman—without the usual guardrails. The perfect filter had shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hence this awkwardness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Distance really does make the myth…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden thought ruefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His halo, to Old G, had cracked. Awk-ward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman regarded the silent Savior and spoke softly, \"Brother, you've grown lax. How are you different from rulers who drown in pleasure?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, hey—don't slander me. I have been handling state matters between naps.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden frowned, impatience showing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My brother—do you know how long you have remained in this palace?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How long?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sixty Holy Terra days.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bolted upright. \"Impossible. I've been here that long?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd planned three days at most. Sixty? In one stretch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, he scarcely felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's sixty,\" Guilliman said gravely, projecting a string of records.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These days, you've screened nearly all comms—even refused reports from the Urth Ministry of the Interior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I came three times—and was denied each time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor of Mankind—the Savior—vanished from governance for almost two months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was terrifying—chaos could have followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Guilliman was Regent, he never dared slack—no matter how exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that if he relaxed, disorder would bloom, danger would multiply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, he still carves out time every day for the work in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He's never stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fearing something was wrong, he ignored the Thunder Wardens at the door and barged in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…That does sound familiar.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden patted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash he remembered how much fun he'd been having. He had declined a lot of calls. Clearly not normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, you grow more like our father—the Emperor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman looked into Eden's face. \"I sense the warp on you—faith is pushing you toward damnation!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurt him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't want his brother to share the Emperor's fate—to become a prisoner of the warp—much less to cross blades someday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor already leans toward fell apotheosis. If the Savior follows… what hope remains for mankind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will not be a prisoner of the warp—and I will not become a god.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's tone was flint and steel. He rejected the very premise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel the warp-tang on himself—but it came from him, not from any Chaos god or malign entity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Likely the religious reform had surged belief into his little sun—his core—and side effects followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some negative tendencies deep within—laziness, pleasure—had been amplified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he'd drifted in the palace far too long without noticing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dangerous sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden wrestled the churning faith within the solar core, damping its influence on flesh and mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood a fact: he could not avoid drawing nearer to godhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the Old Man Emperor—on the same one-way road, foot jammed on the throttle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fortunately I planned for this. The countermeasures are already in motion—quietly curbing any path to my apotheosis…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden never ignored risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew what becoming a god would mean, and he had prepared—silently—for the crisis to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then you're lucid again,\" Guilliman exhaled, relieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least this brother hadn't fallen like other Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not imagine facing the Savior as an enemy, should corruption claim him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the way—I've been gone this long. Any trouble in the departments? In Dawn City's build?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's eyes narrowed with a hint of concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman paused before answering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"N… no.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had been absent from governance for nearly two months. Yet the ministries and Dawn City's construction had not suffered; harmony had, if anything, improved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant his brother's system of rule and management surpassed Guilliman's own regency by far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Comparison is the thief of joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman felt dazed—had all his back-breaking effort been the futility of a trapped beast?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No issues, then I'm at ease.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Old G sprint in, he'd expected calamity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chances are, without his \"guidance\" these days, the ministries were happier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their systems were now robust; even without the Savior's hand, nothing faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such is the superiority of institutions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, a year or so is fine. Disappear for centuries and you'll get some small disturbances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not catastrophe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bayev and the other stewards still stand, ready to shoulder power in the Savior's absence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'll keep walking the road of human renaissance the Savior laid down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Construction in Dawn City is steady,\" Guilliman admitted. \"But those high nobles still sit on the fence. It's hurting our preparations for the Redemption Crusade.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were cold. Such men never cared for humanity—only bled the Empire dry—and yet the Empire still needed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps… we adjust prices, push the plan forward,\" he offered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Guilliman felt the assets seemed dear; for the Crusade's sake, a compromise could be justified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. We cannot yield. That would devalue Dawn City's assets and inflate their arrogance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old G had awakened to a world of compromise—and grown used to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Savior does not compromise. Others compromise with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Time's about right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's brow hitched; a chill smile. \"Watch. They'll regret this until their last breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once we finish this harvest, we'll have the resources to march!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Redemption Crusade is not only about cleansing. It's about rebuilding. Mountains of materiel must flow on time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How?\" Guilliman frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden only smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together they left the palace for the Commerce Ministry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dawn City, Grand Exchange Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall teemed with high nobles and the Empire's new rich, all watching a massive argent screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It displayed the valuations of Dawn City's Webway Core Assets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were here because a major announcement was expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great nobles wore thin, hopeful smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They guessed the Savior would compromise—announce across-the-board valuation adjustments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was on the cusp of a massive crusade and needed oceans of resources. He couldn't delay forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new rich, by contrast, were tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In recent days, many had backed the Savior unconditionally, buying a great deal of core assets at high prices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shops in the commercial zones, usage rights for industrial tracts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their coffers weren't those of the old lords. If the core assets plunged, the losses would be ruinous—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some might go bankrupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yor… we might be done for…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one-eyed trader sweated, anxiety gnawing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago, they had received the shop-buildings the Savior had promised—far beyond anything imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They thought \"shops\" meant modest streetfronts. Instead, they were entire skyscrapers in vast plaza complexes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yor's allocation was largest—nearly twice the others'.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Commerce Ministry, impressed by his loyalty, rewarded him further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those Webway commercial towers were a fortune in themselves, doubling their net worth overnight—saving them centuries of toil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were ecstatic—and more resolute in their support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, at Yor's urging, they mortgaged the buildings and levered up to buy even more Webway assets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Yor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His faith in the Savior was absolute. He piled on several layers of leverage—all in across multiple assets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, the winds shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior and the Commerce Ministry made no moves. Core valuations looked ready to slip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More voices said the prices were too high—cuts were inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new rich began to panic—afraid their family wealth would vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Friends, the good news we've waited for is almost here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the fear, Yor smiled. \"His Majesty will not disappoint us. Think about where we're celebrating after.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From start to finish, the can-seller stood with the Savior—without a quiver of doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also… he was all in. No way back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either strike it rich—or take the long walk off a high roof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There's a wisdom in that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Savior above—let it be good news. Please, no price cuts!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the nobles, Drew Ovelia—the Lacas Sector's House Ovelia heir-apparent—blended into the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept a stately posture, but prayed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had betrayed his class—quietly going all in on Webway core assets. If prices were cut, he'd have to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, his elders might kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahahaha! His Majesty will surely bring favorable news! Webway core assets will rise!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fat lord of House Tartaros shouted alone, trying to stiffen his own spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd been isolated—and saddled with a new nickname:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Savior's Lapdog.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt no shame—he wore it with pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd mortgaged multiple worlds and assets in the Armageddon Sector and openly bought heaps of core Webway assets, trumpeting bullish news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many nobles spat on the class-traitor, severed ties with his house, and plotted reprisals later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the hall detonated—in silence, then uproar—as the announcement hit:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ministry of the Interior and numerous Imperial departments will soon relocate to Dawn City. This will become the new Imperial capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy Terra would, as a result, free more space—layered with new defenses—to shield the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The capital transfer—kept black-box secret—had been held for this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a stunned hush, the new rich cheered. This was bullish—Webway core assets had just become even more valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly as Eden intended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new rich had largely bought early. If prices surged now, the gap between their families and the old lords could shrink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high nobles looked stricken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their boycott had taken a grievous blow. They would have to pay far more to buy in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet some clung to hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Friends—now is the time we must unite. Keep calm—hold just a bit longer—and we can hold prices steady.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold the line! We can hold—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's up! It's up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes swung back to the silver screen. Across the board, Webway core assets were climbing—30% on average in minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse—the number of available core lots was shrinking. Someone was buying—quietly and fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Which traitor is buying?! You're betraying us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it—no one buy! NO ONE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as they shouted \"unite,\" the nobles whipped out their slates and started punching orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dawn City is the capital now. Core Webway estates are unique, scarce—the future of the Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss this window and your house will be left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the feeding frenzy began—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brutal price crush.\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>",2345,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.240Z",1,"novelbin.me","58d45dbc9293a43e2d600850188092fd1e0e071f9f0f88f5eb24e88d05a15b94","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-562","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-560",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]