[{"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-562":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},1681332,2147,"Chapter 562 563 — The Lion’s Sons: “By the Emperor… what kind of terror are we facing?!”","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-562",562,"\u003Cp>Inside the Exchange Hall, the crowd grew ever more agitated—frantic, even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The value of Dawn City's Webway Core Assets kept climbing. The gain was about to blow past 40%, and there was no sign of stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More terrifying still: the high nobles were still buying. None of them wanted to stop—terrified of missing their chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We missed the best window. No one can stop this now…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"N-no… don't panic. It might just be a technical adjustment. We still have time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the God-Emperor, our family funds are running dry. Mortgage… I'm mortgaging two Hive Worlds!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many nobles trembled—more nervous than they'd been back at the West Icevault Hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were finally realizing: the price crush had hit, and a new consensus had formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Namely: Dawn City's Webway Core Assets will rise—and won't stop in the short term. The earlier you buy, the greater your return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the number of core assets is fixed—especially in the first-wave districts, which are essentially the prime sites of the Webway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a house fails to secure a foothold now, it will be culled in the ferocious competition to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's inevitable. In the old days, because of pre-Webway limits, noble houses and free-traders could only do business in their adjacent sectors or parts of a region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Webway, their trade can reach the entire Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's a vast market—and staggering profit. If you don't enter, how do you compete?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this scenario, there's only one choice: rush. No one will abandon such spoils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buy. Buy. BUY!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the market changed. The nobles fell silent—then exploded with noise again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're gone. How can they be gone?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impossible! There were still many districts unsold!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They discovered, abruptly, that they could no longer purchase new core assets. The catalog count hit zero and greyed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sold out already?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breaths quickened. Eyes stabbed at their neighbors—everyone else looked like a base plunderer, the thief who'd stolen their inheritance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weren't we supposed to hold the line together and force the Webway prices down? Since when did you all sneak aboard behind our backs?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as despair set in, a fresh notice arrived—and they exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A technical adjustment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to the shocking rate of increase, trading was temporarily halted. Purchase access would be released in waves thereafter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some top Webway assets would be sold by auction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiles crept back. As long as they could still buy, they still had a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the emotional whiplash—roller-coastering in minutes—shattered their bottom line of expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few nobles began to really get it. Their faces darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a crafted market maneuver—the Savior's Commerce Ministry was controlling float by phasing purchase windows and adding auctions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That not only manufactured scarcity; it also managed and elevated price levels. They would pay more—much more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vile, shameless commercial trap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fumed, but there was nothing they could do. Into the trap they marched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no other path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this round of commercial war, they'd been routed—completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the Savior—I bet right!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drew Ovelia bit down on the grin tugging at his lips, lest joy draw hatred to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd gone all in before the spike, and House Ovelia's books had nearly doubled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After today, his claim to inheritance was immovable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh—I called it! I called it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I, Warren Tartaros, am a born financial genius!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fat lord's laugh boomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man looked close to swooning from sheer excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The House Tartaros heir—the Savior's so-called \"lapdog,\" the Armageddon Sector's famous \"country squire's fool,\" an oddity among nobles—had unexpectedly become one of the biggest winners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warren wasn't smart. He'd broken under torture, developed PTSD, and reflexively prostrated before the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he sobered up, the mockery only pushed him to double down out of spite—he staked most of the family patrimony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could—he's the sole heir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the house big-winner was filthy rich—basking in an unrivaled sense of achievement, and even more firmly planted at the Savior's side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The \"lapdog\" jeers only enraged the other nobles further—their eyes red with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fists clenched all around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for Emperor's Angels patrolling the hall, they'd have rushed the Tartaros fool already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the floor, the other side was pure celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new rich had bought swathes of Webway core assets early; this surge launched them into the stratosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A killing. An absolute killing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who'd have thought one's net worth could double in half an hour?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who levered hardest—taking on debt to go all in—had spiked even farther, joining the Imperium's top tier of wealth instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small subset of new rich, however, regretted everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faith had been weak; they'd only bought fringe assets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that the core exploded, they could no longer touch that wealth. They'd effectively bowed out of the Webway game in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The future would not be kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their regret cut deeper than the nobles', because the Savior had mercifully offered them opportunities—extra loan support included.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn't cherished it. They'd missed this chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing left but a dim retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the Savior~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Majesty never lets faithful effort go to waste—our stakes returned multiplied!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yor and company straightened, faces flushed with irrepressible joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the new rich who believed the most and invested the deepest—and their rewards defied imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Yor: he'd placed nearly everything into core Webway assets; even his least tranche had doubled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those small palaces in the top-tier residential district had become prey for frenzied nobles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The can-seller's fortune now placed him among the richest even against old blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tonight I'll book the Herax Hotel—you're all invited to a banquet to celebrate our victory in investment and our faith!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yor lifted his hands, brimming with vigor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still carried a touch of roughneck spirit—daring and loyal to the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guests gladly accepted; they wanted a place to share the joy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and to seal more deals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah—but we might not make it in time…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few new rich looked sheepish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Herax Hotel—decked in sacred relics—ranked among Dawn City's premier lodgings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, it sat in the High-Tier Residential zone—a long trek from the Exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dawn City\" is a sector-scale zone in truth; crossing districts is essentially interstellar travel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the Webway makes it swift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this hour, there was no way they could reach Herax before dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Which lanes do you use?\" the one-eyed trader asked them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside Dawn City, different Webway lanes are assigned by clearance, to avoid interference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A-ah… we only have access to standard lanes for now. It's… slower,\" they admitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We run exclusive and ultra-fast lanes. You're on standard—no wonder you'll be late.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one-eyed trader's smile thinned. \"If you're on standard lanes, perhaps you're not… qualified for this banquet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better if you don't come.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Dawn City, access to exclusive and ultra-fast lanes is typically reserved for high-ranking officials, elite talent, Imperial warriors—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and those who paid dearly for high-grade residences or strongly backed Dawn City's build and thus received special plates granting fast-lane rights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the Savior's perspective, he's a businessman—deliver quality and quantity. If he's going to harvest this hard, a little compensation sits better with the conscience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's also a badge of status and honor—an added value for elite housing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it subtly pressures more nobles to buy into the high-tier districts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like now: those with high-tier residential stakes instantly outclass those without.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you're slow even in getting around, how will you mingle in the noble circuit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More to the point, refusing to buy high-tier residences signals tepid faith—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—a lack of wholehearted support for the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's one reason the one-eyed trader and other new rich were freezing them out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, the new rich filtered out toward the banquet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most nobles stayed, eyes glued to the giant screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every so often, a new slice of core Webway assets would be released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to watch like hawks—or see the rarest lots snatched away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commerce Ministry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the data command hall, dozens of huge displays tracked every Webway asset; dense streams of figures logged the transactions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From here, they gripped the commerce of Dawn City's Webway and the Imperium's regions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only thus could the Savior's invisible hand steer the Imperial economy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Eden, so this is Dawn City's Webway commercial economy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What an ocean of profit… If the Indomitable Crusade had even a tenth of these funds, it wouldn't have been so brutal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's voice shook with incredulity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In such a short time, the Commerce Ministry had reaped an immense tide of capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough to buy several of Ultramar's Five Hundred Worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as a wealthy Primarch, his own holdings amounted to the wealth of a single highly prosperous sector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior, though, was harvesting across thousands of sectors through the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the same order of magnitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was just the start. Once all core assets are sold, the total will surpass imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse (or better), it isn't a one-off. The Savior will keep collecting annual taxes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A very fat income.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then tack on commerce taxes, port dues, and so on…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old G, Old Khan—when the Webway economy goes full-spectrum, how many Ultramars do we rake in per year…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden eyed the spinning numbers, musing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd grown used to using Old G as a unit of measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance: the Khan's combat power is about 1.3 Guillimans. Dawn City Phase I's early property and land tax revenue equals about 3.5 Ultramars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one batted an eye at the unit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman felt slightly insulted—but that brother of his had earned the right to insult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also, annoyingly, true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have to push harder,\" Guilliman thought, suddenly desolate. His gap with Eden widened by the day—soon beyond reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if a pathetic barrier had risen between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahahaha! Brother Eden—this much wealth and materiel! We could raise an even greater crusade!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day, we'll ride beyond the galaxy and smash the Great Devourer flat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khan's laughter filled the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The White Scars' Primarch had never forgotten their first ideal:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riding the starlanes to war—conquering every place they could reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's eyes lit with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—the Imperium finally had money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt it deeply because he had known poverty. When he launched the Indomitable Crusade, he nearly hocked everything—including his pants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Eden's stewardship, the treasury no longer starved. They could finally do things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Truly, Father chose well in naming Brother Eden.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's heart swelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, too, burned to launch a crusade grander than the Great Crusade of old—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To win more victories and glory than even the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey—don't start spending these piles yet. They're earmarked for Webway construction. There's a mountain of nodes to clear and rebuild—mega-hubs to raise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And more than half goes to Father's Sacred Tower—for life support.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden doused them both. \"For now, we're lucky to fund the Redemption Crusade. And don't forget—the Chaos gods are watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They won't let us reach our goals easily.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ruinous Powers feed on disorder and suffering—they hate order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Misty Expanse stabilizes, it's like tearing a slab of meat from their jaws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They won't accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden's face hardened. Even with momentum, he couldn't relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gods are hateful, undying—and always plotting a reversal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember the Emperor—at the brink of victory, struck by Chaos treachery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The price was hideous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, the Emperor's drift toward darkness had dulled the holy light's counter to Chaos—shrinking its reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant Eden must lean more on hard power, not holy radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our \"big thigh\" isn't as thick as before—and might become the enemy's giant thigh. Not a comforting thought…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium thrives—yet greater threats draw near.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the Aeldari empire—one misstep, and the height of splendor became the pyre of ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such is this thrice-cursed 40K universe—stability and grace are rarest jewels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman and the Khan fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew now—it wasn't as rosy as it looked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps more dangerous than the birth of the Great Rift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bzz—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An alert chimed on Eden's comms—urgent war channel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced down, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We prepare. New intel from the Misty Expanse—we're under attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Dark Angels fortress world fell with staggering speed…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Primarchs stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Misty Expanse Hub — Fortress World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grotesque beam lanced out, annihilating the fortress world's orbital defenses. A Dark Angels void keep went up like fireworks in the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the ground, blast after titanic blast. The crust split; fountains of lava speared into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mighty fortress world fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apocalypse writ large swept up a relief frigate as it arrived—dragging it into the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the ship lurched free of the dust cloud—hull in tatters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor… what kind of monster is this?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bridge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arcs of electricity spat; a hole gaped in the dome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armored corpses lay where they fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warrior in dark green power armor—winged helm crests marking him a Son of the Lion—stared through a shattered viewport at his dying world. His photo-optic shook violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never faced an enemy as horrific as this.\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>",2188,"2026-06-06T13:29:18.240Z",1,"novelbin.me","ddcf91815142c5037677d83604649a1eb7c0c2d42f04d39d98a12b2a3ed459e7","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-563","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-561",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]