Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor-Chapter 224 - 225: Building the Model Planet

The Grand Cathedral aboard the Dreamweaver.

Seraphim soared through the air, golden holy light bathing the statues within the cathedral. A faint, melodious hymn echoed softly through the sacred space.

Everything here exuded divinity, bringing a profound sense of tranquility to all present.

Before the shrines of the Golden Sun and the Savior, Bishop Doni led Baeyev and the others in prayer, seeking the blessings of the great divine presence.

As the prayer ceremony concluded, Eden stepped into the cathedral.

He had come to bestow blessings upon the gathered individuals.

Receiving the Savior's blessing was an essential rite for all key officials within the Court District's governing bodies.

This was one of the core powers under Eden's direct control.

As long as he retained the ability to bestow blessings, he could firmly maintain his grasp over the entire territory.

Now, Eden could bless more people than ever before, and with his upgraded abilities, the risks involved had been significantly reduced.

Still, he carefully managed the number of blessings granted, reserving the precious energy for those truly worthy of it.

Anyone familiar with the Codex of Redemption knew of the existence of blessings—an unparalleled divine gift.

The Savior would bestow a beam of light.

This holy radiance not only strengthened one's body and abilities but also healed ailments and extended lifespan.

It was a true rebirth.

People yearned for such a gift, especially the devout believers.

Following the guidance of the Codex of Redemption, they devoted themselves to rigorous faith, hoping that one day they would be graced by that sacred light.

Only the most exceptional, those who made great contributions and demonstrated the utmost devotion, had the opportunity to receive a blessing.

Of course, that was the idealized description from the Codex of Redemption.

In reality, Eden followed two criteria.

The first was capability—those with outstanding skills or holding high positions had to receive blessings.

The second was unwavering faith—believers who contributed substantial amounts of spiritual devotion.

Even if one was an ordinary follower with no special talents, as long as they remained devout and dedicated their life to serving the Savior, they would likely witness that divine light before their lifespan ended.

Even if these believers were unremarkable, and the blessing did not significantly enhance them,

It could still heal their ailments and extend their lives, allowing them to live another twenty or thirty years in good health.

This was a reward for their lifelong devotion and spiritual contributions.

And from Eden's perspective, it wasn't a waste of energy at all.

Faith sustained faith.

Eden had set a threshold—only those who had contributed over a million units of faith energy would enter his consideration.

From there, he would select the most worthy individuals for blessings.

After all, over a lifetime, devout believers contributed more faith energy than what a single blessing consumed.

With an extended lifespan, they could offer even more faith energy.

Their prolonged presence would also inspire those around them to contribute more.

It was a profitable cycle.

This was a form of mercy—the Savior's radiance shone equally upon all His followers.

As long as they were willing to work hard and remain faithful, everyone had a chance.

Of course, even after earning the opportunity for a blessing, success was not guaranteed.

If their loyalty was insufficient or other factors interfered, the ritual could fail.

These failures typically occurred in the first category—among those chosen for their capabilities.

For most, failing a blessing was not only a devastating loss of the Savior's grace, but also a deep humiliation.

It could even warrant an investigation by the Tribunal.

"Savior, my Lord..."

Bayev and the others placed their hands over their chests and bowed slightly in reverence.

They had waited long for this moment. Finally, they stood before the living embodiment of the Savior on Earth. Their hearts swelled with awe.

Eden lifted a hand, signaling for them to rise, and his gaze landed on a muscular officer.

"You are Braun, correct? Fran has spoken of you..."

He was momentarily sentimental—eight years ago, when he had possessed Saint Fran, he had already met this man.

Back then, Braun had been a dark-skinned, frail boy of barely ten years.

Tears welled in Braun's eyes. "Yes, I am Braun, your most loyal warrior!"

Had it not been for the Savior, he, his sister, and the people of his town would have perished from hunger and thirst.

Not long ago, his sister had written him a letter about life in their hometown.

The town now had abundant water, and the once-dry riverbed flowed again, its banks covered in greenery.

The Savior had sent a Tech-Priest to cleanse the pollution, who called the new growth "grass."

Braun had never seen such a thing before. He couldn't imagine what it looked like. Since the Savior's arrival, the world had changed too quickly.

Eden seemed to sense Braun's thoughts.

He patted the officer on the shoulder. "Many changes lie ahead. Look forward to them and embrace the new world."

Bishop Doni approached and softly announced, "The ritual is beginning. Please enter the sanctum to receive your blessing."

One by one, the gathered individuals entered the sanctum and knelt in prayer before the shrine.

Eden sensed over a dozen prayers for blessings. He controlled the Little Sun, channeling its power to grant them.

A spectral gateway opened, unleashing a torrent of radiant energy. Beams of light descended upon the praying individuals.

Even outside the sanctum, bystanders could feel the warmth of this power, invigorating their entire being.

All of them successfully received their blessings, their physical prowess and abilities improving to varying degrees.

Braun, in particular, grew noticeably taller and stronger.

Eden observed his potential—this warrior had room for further growth and would likely be eligible for a second blessing in the future.

Having undergone the blessing ceremony, these individuals would assume critical managerial roles in Matira's governing institutions.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs would handle their official appointments—Eden had no need to concern himself with such administrative details.

His only task was to bestow the blessings.

With the ritual complete, Eden left the cathedral and boarded a landing craft bound for the Throne Plaza.

As he approached the surface, he beheld a towering 300-meter-high statue of the Golden Sun and the Savior.

The statue had been rapidly constructed through the combined efforts of the entire planet.

It would serve as one of the most significant symbols of the Savior's reign.

Each year, major celebrations such as the Day of Return, the Emperor's Ascension Festival, and the Lunar New Year would be held here.

However, the statue had an even greater purpose—

It would house the psychic core of the Little Sun.

This was a necessary step in governing the planet. Only by installing the psychic core could the Little Sun extend its influence, establishing a protective domain.

Additionally, through the virtual conduit of the psychic core, the Little Sun's energy could be channeled into the planetary infrastructure, linking it to the psychic network and shielding it from corruption.

Eden stepped forward and placed his hand on the base of the statue, summoning the power of the Little Sun.

Crack—

The void shattered. Warp energy seeped through as an irregular rift tore open.

Through the rift, glimpses of the Little Sun and the vast Golden Sun beyond it flickered into view.

The conduit had been established!

Eden watched as a fragment of the Little Sun's radiant core split off and embedded itself into the statue.

This was the psychic core.

Anchored to the material world, it served as an extension of the Little Sun's power, enveloping the planet within its divine domain.

This would greatly reduce the chances of the planet succumbing to Chaos corruption.

With the psychic core secured, Eden wasted no time and set off for the Mechanicus headquarters in Matira.

His goal: to resolve all outstanding matters in one day.

...

Mechanicus Headquarters in Matira.

A towering hundred-meter-tall black skull-shaped mechanical structure stood at the center. One glance at the distinctive architecture, and it was clear—this was Kaul's handiwork.

Servitor skulls floated around the complex, carrying out maintenance tasks.

Eden observed the enormous gears turning within the structure, steam rising in controlled bursts. Unlike before, the choking black smoke that once filled the air was gone.

Years ago, the Court District had issued environmental regulations, encouraging the development of cleaner energy sources and emission reduction.

Kaul's dozens of mechanized factories had been among the top priorities for reform.

The problem was, the old tech-priest had a habit of building massive, pollution-heavy machines, turning the surroundings into a toxic wasteland.

When the Logistics and Environmental Protection Departments ordered him to comply, Kaul outright refused.

He insisted that such heavy industry was a sacred tradition of the Mechanicus, something passed down through generations and not to be abandoned.

In reality, he simply liked the sight of billowing smoke and roaring machines.

Since Kaul refused to cooperate, the Logistics Department and the Tribunal launched a joint enforcement operation.

Chief Inquisitor Deville personally led the crackdown.

Not only was Kaul arrested and detained, but he was also fined an enormous amount of resources.

Ultimately, Eden had summoned Kaul to his office and mercilessly scolded him.

"What damn tradition?! That's just an excuse!"

Then he bluntly exposed Kaul's fraudulent past.

In the end, he ordered Kaul to immediately reform all his factories and cease any more nonsense.

Of course, that reprimand was given behind closed doors—publicly, Kaul was still a revered Archmagos of the Mechanicus.

After that, Kaul quickly complied with the new environmental policies, modifying all his factories. He installed pollution filtration systems at every exhaust port, significantly reducing toxic emissions.

While his factories still produced large amounts of exhaust, most of it was now harmless steam.

At least, it was within acceptable limits.

The moment Eden arrived, Kaul rushed out to greet him, his dozens of mechanical arms waving excitedly.

Lately, he had been in high spirits—after gaining control of Harris' former factories, he now had an abundance of resources at his disposal.

"Lord Savior—"

Eden got straight to the point.

"Is the Machine-Spirit Core for Matira ready?"

Kaul beamed with excitement. "It's ready! Just waiting for you. By the way, about that Forge World project you mentioned—when is it happening?"

Eden ignored his eager flattery.

"That's not under my control. You'll have to wait for the Ministry of Internal Affairs to notify you."

Hearing this, Kaul instantly deflated but still hurriedly led Eden inside.

"Alright, alright! Follow me, we can activate the Machine-Spirit Core right now."

He was eager to get it up and running.

Inside a massive mechanized hall, Eden saw the familiar Machine-Spirit Core.

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A five-meter-wide metallic sphere was suspended in the air, linked to an intricate web of pipelines.

Most of these pipelines connected to the Warp Energy Extraction System, which included a massive conduit extending into the void.

As the mechanical bells tolled, Tech-Adepts walked in circles around the Machine-Spirit Core, swinging incense burners containing blessed oils and sacred incense.

Chanting hymns to the Omnissiah, they prayed for the system's activation.

Kaul inputted the necessary data into the control console, initiating the Warp Extraction System.

The conduit surged with energy, piercing the dimensional veil.

It connected to the psychic conduit created by the Little Sun's core, linking directly to the Warp.

This allowed the system to extract energy from the Little Sun, providing Matira with a stable power source.

At the same time, it enabled Machine-Spirit AI systems to receive signals through the Little Sun's psychic link.

From the Warp, Eden saw new conduits merging with the existing ones.

Their energies intertwined, guiding the Little Sun's power into Matira's Machine-Spirit Core.

Inside the hall, golden radiance pulsed from the Machine-Spirit Core, signifying the successful transfer of energy.

Buzz—

The core flared to life, vibrating softly at its center.

A familiar electronic voice rang out, filled with both joy and a hint of grievance.

"Father! I can finally see you again!"

The Machine-Spirit AI, Little Spirit, had awakened.

She had been out of contact for too long due to the physical distance separating them.

Eden took his time comforting his cybernetic daughter, assuring her that he had not forgotten her.

Kaul, standing beside them, was growing impatient.

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Little Spirit! Hurry up and connect to the Psychic Network—everyone's waiting!"

Eden glanced at Kaul and immediately recognized the signs—

This old tech-priest had been desperately craving his online forums.

He turned to the Machine-Spirit Core.

"Little Spirit, link the Psychic Network."

Matira's future infrastructure heavily depended on the network's capabilities.

Within moments, Little Spirit transmitted signals through the energy pipelines, spreading the network's reach.

The main districts of Upper Hive Court were already outfitted with psychic energy conduits, making full connectivity possible.

Soon, the Psychic Network was fully online.

This meant that Matira, like Urth, could now conduct digital administration through the network.

Communications, bureaucratic processes, and general governance efficiency would see a massive boost.

Little Spirit, seeking praise, excitedly reported:

"Father, the Psychic Network is online! Urth and Matira can now communicate in real-time!"

Eden gave her a thumbs up.

"Well done!"

"I need to test it..."

Kaul quickly pulled out a data slate, checking for connectivity.

His face lit up in excitement.

"I can log into the Mechanicus forums! Praise the Omnissiah! Praise Little Spirit!"

For the Tech-Priests, Little Spirit was second only to the Omnissiah.

Whenever they hit a research roadblock or encountered complex data issues, they would offer Mechanicus Coins in prayer, hoping for Little Spirit's guidance.

In essence, she was a super quantum AI indispensable to countless scientific endeavors.

The moment the network was online, Kaul wasted no time—

He flooded the forums with tens of thousands of posts, unloading all the ideas, grievances, and rants he had accumulated over time.

Before long, he got into a heated argument with Archmagos Moss, an expert in bio-engineering.

The debate quickly escalated into a shouting match.

Eden didn't bother intervening.

Leaving the Mechanicus, he returned to the Dreamweaver, resuming his much-needed vacation.

...

Five Years Later — Aboard the Dreamweaver.

The glass ceiling of the bedroom gradually transitioned from a deep black to a transparent state, allowing the morning sunlight to filter in.

The curtains along the walls, as if guided by an invisible hand, slowly drew apart, revealing a stone-paved garden path.

The entire bedroom was encircled by a clear pool of water, its gentle rippling sound soothing to the ears.

Exotic plants grew abundantly along the water's edge, each boasting a unique and mesmerizing form.

The blend of floral scents and misty air created an indescribable tranquility.

Eden woke up, taking a deep breath.

Stretching lazily, he walked barefoot along the pebble-strewn path to the water's edge, where he began brushing his teeth and washing up.

Despite the passing years, he still preferred traditional morning routines.

After freshening up, he entered the miniature garden at the center of the pool, where a sleek metal desk stood.

A warm breakfast and a data slate awaited him.

Settling into his seat, Eden grabbed a piece of warm bread, stuffing it into his mouth, then took a sip of chilled cola.

With a muffled voice, he muttered:

"Still the most comfortable way to work..."

As he ate, he browsed the latest reports.

The restoration of Matira was complete.

The citizen classification system was now fully in place.

Everything was proceeding according to plan.

The era of the Model Planet had begun.

(End of Chapter)

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