Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor-Chapter 226 - 227: How Do You Even Turn This Thing On?

The Warp.

A realm where the emotions and thoughts of all living beings converge—a twisted, nightmarish domain where whispers of corruption linger at the edges of one's mind.

Eden's consciousness had once again merged with Little Sun.

For some reason, after its last transformation, Little Sun had become even more attuned to the Warp—almost… comfortable.

He could vaguely sense the distorted presences lurking in the currents around him.

Warp energies were not mere dead matter; they were alive, a writhing nightmare.

These forces were frenzied, desperate to break into the material world.

At any moment, this nightmare energy could manifest into daemons or other terrifying entities.

For the Four Chaos Gods, as long as the Warp existed, their endless legions would never cease.

Fortunately, these Warp-born entities couldn't easily cross the boundary into the material realm.

But the moment a rift appeared, they would surge toward it without hesitation, eager to wreak havoc upon reality.

This was why the Emperor had no choice but to remain on the Golden Throne, using his very body and psychic might to seal the Webway rift.

The Webway had been sabotaged by Tzeentch, creating an unstable breach.

If the exit had not been sealed, Warp creatures would have flooded through the Webway, using it as a direct passage to Holy Terra.

In an instant, the Imperial Throneworld would have been destroyed, bringing humanity to the brink of extinction.

Eden was thinking about all of this because he was now following in the Emperor's footsteps—attempting to reopen a Webway.

And he might soon face the exact same risks.

Fortunately, the Blackstone Gate he had found was far more advanced than the Golden Throne.

If one were to compare them to toilets—then the Golden Throne was an ordinary porcelain latrine, while the Blackstone Gate was a luxury-grade, gilded black diamond throne.

"After all, it's an ancient relic left behind by the Old Ones. There shouldn't be anything too dangerous about it, right?"

Eden muttered to himself, shifting his gaze to the massive golden sun beside him.

He debated whether he should greet the Emperor but hesitated, feeling a bit guilty.

After a long internal struggle, he couldn't hold back and finally sent out a psychic message:

"Emperor, I'm about to retrieve the Blackstone Gate and bring it back to realspace.

But before I do, I have a question.

Hypothetically speaking—just hypothetically—if I were to accidentally create a new Webway breach, would you be able to fix it?"

"For example…"

Duang!

Before he could even finish his message, an immense psychic slap struck Little Sun with bone-crushing force.

The impact dented his surface slightly, sending golden flames scattering in all directions.

Hiss—

Eden's head spun, his vision swam.

Unconsciously, Little Sun grew two tiny golden hands, clutching its metaphorical forehead in pain.

The Emperor was pissed.

Seeing how hard he had just been hit, Eden wisely stopped mid-sentence.

He had originally wanted to ask if the Emperor could block two Webway exits at the same time.

Thankfully, he hadn't voiced that thought out loud—or he would've been beaten into oblivion for such disrespectful nonsense.

After a moment, as his mind cleared, he felt a little guilty.

Clearly, this was a warning from the Emperor.

Still, at least the Emperor hadn't outright opposed his plan.

After all, it was the Emperor's power that had originally allowed him to touch the Blackstone Gate.

At the time, the Emperor had seemed… almost pleased.

Eden figured that deep down, the Emperor had never truly abandoned his dream of creating the Webway.

It was his first love—no matter how much pain it had caused, he still couldn't let it go.

Any ruler with true ambition would never resist the allure of the Webway.

Even other races fought bitterly over control of it—because it was the key to standing atop the galaxy.

No matter the risks, it was too great a prize to ignore.

That slap from the Emperor?

It was just an elder's warning to a younger successor—a sign to proceed with caution.

Since the Emperor hadn't forbidden it, then full speed ahead!

Eden made up his mind and sent another psychic message, telling the Emperor he had decided to build the Webway.

Then, he extended Little Sun's psychic senses, reaching across the vastness of the Warp, searching for the beacons he had left near the Blackstone Gate.

Hopefully, it hadn't been discovered by anything else.

Soon enough, he found the beacon.

It was still functioning, which meant the Blackstone Gate was intact and undisturbed.

Seeing this, Eden let out a sigh of relief:

"It's still there. I need to retrieve it fast before anyone or 'anything' else finds it…"

The extraction process wasn't without risks.

The Blackstone Gate was located in the boundary between the Warp and realspace.

Previously, with the Emperor's help, Eden had managed to leave a psychic imprint on the gate.

But to pull it into realspace, he would need to personally travel there.

This meant leaving the protective area of the Golden Sun—venturing into the deep Warp alone.

If something powerful intercepted him, the Golden Sun wouldn't be able to protect him in time.

"I'll only be out for a moment… It should be fine, right?"

Eden felt a flicker of unease but didn't stop.

The Void before Little Sun began to ripple.

A circular, rotating Warp portal formed in the emptiness.

With a controlled motion, Little Sun passed through the portal—disappearing from the Golden Sun's side.

...

In the Warp

The light from the Warp's chaotic storms reached this isolated pocket, but something in the area distorted it.

The illuminated space was fragmented, as if unseen forces had carved it apart.

No beginning, no end—only a twisting mirage of impossible angles.

No matter how one tried to focus on it, the mind refused to comprehend.

The cause of this phenomenon was the Blackstone Gate itself.

It was an inverted, tetrahedral construct, built from ancient blackstone, radiating an alien, otherworldly light.

The glow within its framework defied description, shimmering with colors beyond human understanding.

In the distance, shadows stirred.

Warp entities, drawn by the unnatural light, drifted toward the gate in curiosity.

Suddenly—a disturbance.

A golden sphere burst through the void, landing right in the middle of the Warp creatures.

For a moment—complete silence.

"…Hey, uh… if I say I'm just passing through, will you believe me?"

The golden sphere trembled, sending out a hesitant psychic message.

Inside, Eden was panicking.

If he were still in his human body, he would be drenched in cold sweat.

He had miscalculated the teleportation coordinates.

He had dropped himself directly into the middle of a Warp entity pack—not exactly the ideal landing zone.

What now?!

Would he be devoured alive, becoming nothing more than sustenance for these creatures?

The Warp entities didn't respond.

Instead, they became more agitated—

They could sense it—the golden sphere before them was delicious.

Their shadowy forms expanded, their claws and tendrils reaching out hungrily.

Oh, f*.**

Eden froze.

He was just a floating sphere—how was he supposed to fight back?!

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For all his time hiding near the Golden Sun, he had zero combat experience in the Warp.

As the first claw slashed toward him, his instincts kicked in—

His form shifted.

Two golden claws emerged—blocking the strike.

Eden blinked.

"Wait… I can do that?!"

...

The Warp.

A domain where emotions and thoughts coalesce, where twisted and hopeless entities whisper in the darkness.

Eden's consciousness had fully merged with Little Sun.

For some reason, after its last transformation, Little Sun had become even more attuned to the Warp—so much so that it actually felt comfortable here.

He could now clearly perceive the distorted entities lurking nearby.

These were not mere energies but living nightmares, desperate to break into realspace.

If given the chance, these entities could manifest into daemons or other abominations.

This was why Chaos would never run out of soldiers—so long as the Warp existed, the Dark Gods would always have infinite armies.

Fortunately, the Warp entities could not easily breach the boundary into realspace.

But should a rift form, they would pour through it without hesitation, unleashing slaughter upon the material world.

This was why the Emperor had no choice but to remain on the Golden Throne—to seal the Webway rift with his own body and psychic might.

The Webway, sabotaged by Tzeentch, had fractured, and if the breach was left open, Warp creatures would flood through, overwhelming realspace in mere moments.

Should that happen, Holy Terra itself would be destroyed, and humanity would face an apocalypse beyond comprehension.

Burp—

Little Sun let out a satisfied belch, digesting the emotional energy it had just consumed.

Of course, what had just happened was described from a human perspective.

From a Warp perspective, it was merely a clash of concepts, emotions, and psychic energy.

A battle of another dimension, utterly beyond mortal comprehension.

To put it in simpler terms:

If a human entity were to stumble into the Warp and encounter Little Sun, they would not see a physical being—

They would see a radiant, imagined sun existing solely within their own mind, a manifestation of a conceptual force.

Little Sun could not physically attack them—

It could only influence them through concepts, emotions, and psychic energy.

Whether this was a blessing or a corruption depended entirely on one's perspective.

The Blackstone Gate

With the battle concluded, Eden suppressed the chaotic aggression within Little Sun, restoring it to its normal spherical form.

He guided Little Sun forward, arriving at the Blackstone Gate.

Gazing upon the massive ancient construct, Eden felt a rush of excitement.

If he could master this device, he could fully control the sector—

Even better, he could reach the other side of the Imperium.

With the Webway, he could govern across vast distances with ease!

Eden channeled Little Sun's energy, unleashing a massive teleportation portal to extract the Blackstone Gate.

Yet, despite the overwhelming energy, the gate remained completely motionless.

Not even a tremor.

"What?!"

Unlike normal objects drifting in the Warp, this structure was almost fused with the Immaterium itself.

There was no easy way to pull it out.

Seeing this, Eden poured even more energy into the portal.

The gateway expanded further, generating a powerful suction force.

He could feel Little Sun's Hope Energy rapidly draining—

He was nearly out.

Was his original calculation wrong?!

For a moment, panic set in.

If this failed, he would have wasted all the energy, and it would take decades to regenerate.

That was 10 billion Hope Energy—enough to teleport an entire daemon army into realspace!

No turning back now.

"Screw it, I'm going all in!"

Gritting his teeth, Eden dumped his remaining 2 billion Hope Energy into the portal.

One last try.

If it didn't work, he would retreat to his domain and wait for decades to recover the energy.

With the final surge of power, the portal swelled to its maximum size—

The suction force fully enveloped the Blackstone Gate's region.

Success!

The massive structure trembled violently, its form shifting into reality.

The light-absorbing black material covering its surface became visible.

Crack!

The sound of space fracturing echoed through the void.

The portal's pull ripped the Blackstone Gate from its limbo, dragging it into the material realm.

As soon as the gate was pulled free, it vanished through the portal.

Mission Accomplished.

"Praise the Emperor—that was way too close…"

Eden finally exhaled in relief.

But before he could relax, he felt something sinister approaching.

The massive space-time disturbance from the teleportation had drawn attention—

More Warp entities were converging on his location.

"I need to get out of here—NOW!"

Eden hurriedly attempted to create a return portal—only to realize…

He barely had any energy left.

With one last desperate push, he formed a small, unstable portal, flickering violently.

"…This thing looks sketchy as hell."

Eden hesitated.

The portal's instability meant it could drop him anywhere.

But the Warp creatures were closing in.

With no other choice, Eden forced Little Sun through the portal—

And vanished.

...

Elsewhere in the Void

A crescent-shaped, 15-kilometer-long warship, glowing with eerie green energy, suddenly appeared.

A colossal figure materialized in the void where the Blackstone Gate had once stood.

For a moment, the figure froze.

Then—

"WHERE IS MY COLLECTION?!"

A furious, mechanical voice roared in frustration, laced with deep sorrow.

As the figure stepped forward from the shadows, its form was fully revealed—

A towering, skeletal machine, adorned with an ornate cloak, radiating ghostly green light.

A Necron.

Trazyn the Infinite.

Necrons were an ancient, soulless race, wielding technology far beyond human comprehension.

They had slumbered in stasis tombs for millions of years, only now beginning to awaken—

Seeking to reclaim their empire and restore their dominance over the galaxy.

Trazyn, however, was different.

A Necron Overlord, he was also a master thief, tomb raider, and collector of rare artifacts.

His museum housed priceless relics, including:

The preserved head of Saint Sebastian Thor The last remaining ancient Ork in the galaxy (a 20-meter-tall brute) A Tyranid Lictor and Hive Tyrant Several Adeptus Mechanicus priests Custodians of the Emperor A Gene-Seed transport ship Guilliman's personal pillow

If something existed, Trazyn would steal it.

And now, someone had stolen from him.

His scanners confirmed it—

The Blackstone Gate had just been taken.

Instead of rage, a chilling excitement spread through his circuits.

"Such... unique energy signatures."

"I declare that thief to be my next collection piece—along with the Blackstone Gate!"

With that, Trazyn set his sights on tracking down Eden.

...

Back in the Warp

Golden light filled the region.

Pop!

Little Sun burst out of the unstable portal, landing back beside the Golden Sun.

???

The Golden Sun pulsed in confusion.

Eden, still shaken, hurriedly sent a psychic message:

"Nothing happened! I just moved the Blackstone Gate! Gotta go check on it—later!"

And with that, he disconnected from the Warp, returning to realspace.

...

Urth Sanctuary – Low Orbit

The Blackstone Gate now floated in space, fully revealed at last.

It was even larger than the Star Tower Spaceport, its dark surface absorbing all light.

This material alone was worth a fortune.

From a structural standpoint, Blackstone was nearly indestructible—even battleship weapons could barely scratch it.

It also had dual Warp-manipulation properties—

It could both amplify and suppress the Warp.

Eden and Kaul stood aboard a floating platform, approaching the massive gate.

Kaul, his mechanical arms whirring, examined the artifact with excitement:

"What a magnificent construct—"

Eden interrupted impatiently:

"Yeah, yeah—how do we turn it on?"

Kaul paused.

"No idea. I need to study it first."

Eden frowned.

"…How long will that take?"

Kaul rubbed his metal chin.

"That depends… on when inspiration strikes."

…Inspiration?!

Eden suddenly had a very bad feeling.

(End of Chapter)

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