Chapter 64: The Hope is Complete!

The time had come, and Eden entered a secret chamber filled with the scent of oil and metal.

At the far end of the chamber was an armor-donning mechanical platform, flanked by two rows of silent guards in power armor.

He stepped up to the platform, raising his arms, and immediately, several attendants approached to remove his ornate dark gold robe, leaving only his black undersuit.

The ever-increasing hope had been strengthening his physique, his muscles now well-defined and imposing.

He took a step forward onto the platform and said calmly:

"Begin…"

At his command, a robed servitor extended its mechanical arms and activated the platform.

With a hum, the machine's arms came to life, assembling layer upon layer of inner power armor around Eden.

Soon, several more robed servitors carried the heavy outer armor pieces up to complete the final assembly.

This was one of the reasons the Grant family had control over Urth.

The Grant family possessed the technology to manufacture power armor, even if it was an outdated, force-feedback model that the Imperium had discarded many versions ago.

Once the armor was fully donned, the internal power system hummed to life with the faint sound of gears turning.

Eden moved slightly, noting only a faint lag in response, but otherwise found no major issues.

Though outdated, if everything went according to plan, he'd soon be able to discard this armor altogether.

Once the armor was fitted and the crown placed on his head, the servitors brought him his weapon: a power sword.

The moment Eden raised the sword, the guards stomped their feet in unison, performing the Aquila salute.

"Let's go!"

With the heavy footfalls of his power armor, Eden descended from the platform and made his way out.

Behind him, two rows of guards led by Carter immediately followed.

Outside the Holy Square, the prayer ceremony led by Bishop Doni had just concluded.

After the prayers, Bishop Doni, using the mechanical speakers hovering around, began to tell the crowd a story.

It was a story about a chosen savior of the Emperor.

In the vast territories of the Imperium, there were countless such tales.

It was said that in the darkest times of the Imperium, heroes would always rise.

Guided by the great Emperor, they would use the sword in their hands to shatter the darkness and save the suffering masses!

Now, the suffering world of Urth had its own chosen savior!

"He is the benevolent Governor of Urth, the last scion of the Grant family, and a loyal follower of the great Emperor—Eden Grant!"

As Bishop Doni's words echoed through the square, the ground beneath the holy statue shook, and a mechanical platform slowly rose in front of the statue.

In the sky above the square, the cherubim waved their white wings and sang hymns of praise to the benevolent Governor as they slowly flew toward the platform.

The people held their breath, waiting in silence for the appearance of their kind and great Governor.

Finally, as the sacred hymns reached a crescendo, Eden, surrounded by his guards and cherubim, slowly stepped onto the platform.

The moment he stepped onto the platform, the large holographic projectors around the square activated, projecting a massive half-body image of him, almost as large as the Emperor's holy statue.

Eden stood quietly on the platform as his colossal holographic image gazed down upon his people.

Everyone in the Holy Square now saw the towering virtual image.

The great and benevolent Governor, wearing a golden crown, clad in gold power armor, and holding a power sword.

He appeared as a young king.

So holy, so majestic!

Under the gaze of this towering and sacred image, people couldn't help but feel an urge to kneel in reverence.

In unison, the crowd knelt, offering their loyalty to the Governor.

In truth, the golden armor Eden wore had been hastily modified, heavily inspired by the Emperor's golden armor, designed to impress.

As for whether this could be seen as disrespecting the Emperor?

The people of Urth didn't care. In fact, the resemblance only strengthened their trust in him.

Only Bishop Doni, a devout servant of the Emperor, might have had some concerns.

But when Eden showed him the designs and asked for feedback, Doni had instead offered high praise.

He even insisted they should leave the design unchanged.

Why?

Because in the vision Eden had once projected into Bishop Doni's mind, he had appeared wearing this very armor.

When Doni saw the armor in reality, it reminded him of the young king from the divine vision.

Naturally, he dared not speak against it—in fact, he had to praise it.

After all, it was from the Emperor's divine dream—exactly the same!

The Emperor Himself hadn't objected, so how could Doni?

At this moment, Bishop Doni looked at Eden with fanaticism.

The young king from the Emperor's divine dream had truly appeared, standing right before him!

It was just too similar!

No wonder he was the chosen one of the Emperor; he looked just like a younger version of the Emperor!

Praise the Emperor!

High on the platform, Eden finally moved:

"Rise, people of Urth!"

With the mechanical speakers amplifying his voice, the entire square echoed with his commanding tone.

At his words, the people stood back up.

They gazed up at him with eyes full of fervor.

"Today, I stand before you to deliver an important message.

Yes, our planet is mired in darkness and suffering, but that is only temporary!

For the great Emperor's omniscient gaze is always upon us…"

Eden continued his speech, recounting Urth's suffering and struggles, the boundless benevolence of old Governor Grant, and his own determination to restore the planet.

He spoke of the Emperor's mercy.

He told the people that he had been blessed by the Emperor, given great and mysterious power, and that he was the chosen savior.

Under his leadership, Urth would have a bright future.

He promised that in the near future, everyone would enjoy better lives.

Everyone would eat food as delicious as today's!

These impassioned and tempting words left the crowd overwhelmed with excitement, many even crying.

No ruler had ever made such a promise before.

This speech carried significant political weight, outlining Eden's upcoming policies as ruler.

At the end of the speech, Eden raised his power sword high:

"The omniscient and omnipotent Emperor has decreed, and I, His chosen savior, swear this oath!

With my blade, I shall cut through the darkness and lead Urth back into the light!"

At the moment of the oath, Eden's sword burst into flames, a halo appeared above his head, and his entire body radiated golden light.

At the same time, the giant statue of the Emperor also glowed with golden light, bathing everyone in warmth!

A miracle had occurred!

The crowd erupted in frenzied cheers.

They laughed, wept, and bowed in worship to the statue and to their Governor, Eden!

This miracle was actually an illusion created by Eden using the warp core, mimicking the Emperor's psychic resonance.

The warmth emanating from it soothed the minds of the crowd, driving away the darkness in their hearts.

As for whether the Emperor would be angry about this?

Eden didn't think so—after all, his warp core was right beside the Emperor's cold star, and he was under the Emperor's protection.

If the Emperor had wanted to punish him, He would have done so long ago.

Fueled by the miracle, hope surged through the crowd.

Eden felt his warp energy rapidly recovering, growing stronger!

More importantly, the 200,000 points of hope he needed had finally been gathered!

(End of Chapter)

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