In the 41st millennium, darkness rages across the galaxy! The Imperium of Man has lost half of its territories. Millions of planets have fallen victim to the invasion of Chaos! Famine, crime, and heretical cults spread like wildfire… On the planet of Urth, located in the Imperium's dark zone, extreme suffering is taking place. Fortunately, the savior, Eden, has arrived! He awakens to the essence of the Warp and leads his people to prosperity! Starting from a small, broken territory: Farming, building armies, managing internal affairs, unifying the planet, creating Space Marines, forming a fleet, embarking on a grand expedition... When the Lord Regent leads the Imperial fleet to reclaim lost lands, he gazes upon the flourishing star systems and the sky-darkening armada, then looks back at his own ragged ships and is left dumbfounded... Who is the true Imperium? [Raw: 官场职场 > 战锤:从行星总督开始]
Looking at the mountains of grain stacked high, Eden felt overwhelmed with emotion.
After all this effort, success was finally within his grasp!
He needed to quickly transport the grain and the farm's advanced agricultural technology back to the Court District.
"Moss, gather all valuable equipment and resources from the Green Wave Farm and move them to Warehouse D177. We're getting ready to leave!"
The most valuable asset of the Green Wave Farm was undoubtedly Moss, the emotional, intelligent robot with knowledge of the entire artificial farm system.
However, all the important equipment that could be transported also needed to be saved.
Moss, though attached to the Green Wave Farm, seemed a bit confused:
"Governor, where are we going?"
"We're heading to my planet. It will become your new home, and you will be entrusted with the important task of rebuilding an even larger Green Wave Farm there!"
Upon hearing this promise, Moss' display screen immediately showed a happy face.
"Understood, Governor!"
With excitement, Moss immediately started moving. It commanded the farm's machinery to begin packing up the equipment, including seed cultivation devices, fertilizer production machines, weather simulation devices, and water purification systems.
Moss also packed up the energy core, an advanced energy source that had kept the artificial farm running for nearly ten thousand years!
In addition to that, there were also defensive robots. Essentially, Moss gathered everything that could be transported.
After all, relics from the Golden Age—even a small farm—were priceless treasures!
"Alright, let's go home!" Eden declared.
Once everything was collected, Eden activated his warp power and began the teleportation process.
...
In the Court District.
It had been six days since the Governor's disappearance.
Spies from the Hoffman family were still spreading rumors and slandering the Governor, creating fear and uncertainty.
As they spread these rumors, the spies also secretly contacted dissatisfied citizens, especially those who were not loyal to the Governor.
They promised these people that once the rebellion succeeded, they could escape the decaying Court District and move to the Hoffman family's prosperous lands.
There, the generous Lord Yusef would provide them with safety and abundant food.
Many believed these promises, forming secret connections throughout the district.
...
In the Drake Residence, in the C41 section of the 13th floor:
"Miss Arila, wait a moment!"
Prumon, hiding in a corner, intercepted Arila, sneakingly pulling out a corpse starch bar from his pocket.
This was premium stuff, made from richer "raw materials" and offering far better nutrition and taste than the Court District's meager rations.
Prumon planned to use the bar to bribe Arila, promising her even more food if she agreed to help.
However, despite her hunger, Arila immediately scolded him when she realized he wanted her to betray the Governor. She also alerted the nearby patrolling officers.
Prumon, furious, snatched back the corpse starch bar and fled.
He couldn't understand it—why would these ignorant lower-class people refuse free food in exchange for betraying the Governor?
He had never experienced the loyalty the people felt for their Governor.
Many in the Court District truly believed in the kind Governor, not just because of the recent holy ceremony and miracle, but because they felt the Governor genuinely cared for them, offering dignity and hope.
Therefore, the people chose to believe in the Governor's promise.
But Prumon didn't care. The spies were successfully carrying out Lord Yusef's plan.
A terrifying riot was set to erupt that night.
Whether the rebellion was crushed or chaos spread, it would further weaken the already starving Court District!
As the hour approached, the atmosphere in the district became increasingly tense.
Outside the largest warehouse in the complex.
Carter and the guards were still waiting outside.
After confirming that the Governor hadn't been attacked, they resumed their watch.
Soon, Bayev arrived in his hovercraft.
For the past few days, he had come to this spot daily, waiting for the Governor to return.
Today, his face was more grim than usual.
Based on the information he had received, a riot was brewing, and it seemed inevitable.
Only bloodshed could restore order.
Bayev got out of the vehicle and greeted Carter. But just then, they heard clanging noises coming from inside the warehouse.
At the same time, purple mist began to seep out.
Carter, having sensed the spatial distortion earlier, quickly moved toward the warehouse with Bayev following close behind.
As they approached, they saw Eden stepping out, coughing and brushing wheat grains off his clothes.
"Finally, I'm back!" Eden muttered.
"Governor!"
"Governor, you've returned!"
Eden looked up to see Bayev and Carter, both filled with excitement as they bowed to him.
After hearing their explanations, Eden realized that six days had passed while he was away!
It seemed that warp travel came with a small time distortion. He would need to be more careful in the future when teleporting to or from the warp or other locations.
Perhaps with enough hope energy in the future, he could even create a warp clone to handle multiple tasks at once.
But those thoughts were for later—right now, he had to deal with the current crisis.
Eden learned from Bayev about the impending rebellion.
The chief steward was deeply worried.
After the riot, it would be nearly impossible to restore order to the Court District.
"Old Bay, you don't need to worry. I've found the food!" Eden said confidently.
He led Bayev, Carter, and the others into the warehouse.
As they entered, the sight of mountains of grain left them in stunned silence.
"By the Emperor!" Bayev gasped in disbelief, thinking he was seeing things.
Even in the most prosperous days of Earth Star, he had never seen so much grain in one place.
And it looked like pure, uncontaminated crops!
In any part of the galaxy, this would be considered top-grade food!
"Governor, am I seeing things? Is this really pure grain?"
"You're not seeing things," Eden confirmed.
Upon hearing this, Bayev's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, weeping uncontrollably.
The Court District was saved!
The food in this warehouse was enough to rescue the district.
Eden had asked Moss earlier how many people this amount of food could feed.
Moss had replied that it was enough to sustain one million people for a month.
Hearing this, Eden was initially alarmed—there were over two million people in the Court District!
But he quickly realized that Moss was using the standards from the Golden Age, where people probably ate three full meals a day.
Given the current situation on Earth Star, where people barely ate once every three days, they certainly wouldn't be consuming three meals a day.
By rationing it carefully, and mixing in other odd ingredients, the food could last for six months, enough time for the new farm to become operational.
Eden's plan was to crush the grain, mix it with corpse starch, and produce a new type of corpse starch bar.
This way, the resources would be fully utilized.
It might sound stingy, but this grain was far superior to the wheat he had used to make the communion wafers.
Mixing such high-quality grain into the corpse starch would make the bars taste amazing, and they would be incredibly nutritious!
Given the current circumstances, filling everyone's bellies was the top priority.
In short, the Court District was no longer lacking in food!
Once the new farm was established, they could gradually improve living standards and grow the population.
Wouldn't that cause the hope energy to skyrocket?
After Bayev regained his composure, he accepted this miraculous outcome.
He quickly called in personnel from the logistics department to inventory and register the supplies and equipment.
At the same time, he requested that guards, defense forces, and police be deployed in three layers to provide the strictest protection for the warehouse.
Afterward, Eden, Bayev, Carter, and Moss returned to the spire mansion.
Bayev and Carter had both noticed the mysterious, silent figure in a black cloak accompanying Eden.
However, since the Governor hadn't introduced the figure, they dared not ask. It wasn't wise to pry into secrets.
Upon returning to the mansion, with nightfall approaching, Eden temporarily settled Moss in and summoned the department heads to prepare for the impending rebellion.
Soon, he had tasks assigned to each department.
The logistics department bore the heaviest burden.
They had to work through the night to organize production of the new corpse starch bars, ensuring that food could be distributed throughout the Court District by morning.
Next came the defense forces and police, tasked with protecting the starch factories and suppressing the rebellion.
With the food supply secured, the rebellion was no longer a threat.
The focus now was on ensuring that those who were disloyal received their just punishment!
(End of Chapter)
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