Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor-Chapter 211 - 212: Eden – Hiss~ What a Tragic Sight...

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The space itself seemed to breathe—expanding and contracting rhythmically.

With each pulse, waves of unseen energy rippled outward, accompanied by shrill, distorted screams that stabbed at the senses.

Eden’s consciousness returned to the Little Sun.

Rather than discomfort, he felt a sense of familiarity.

As the Little Sun’s power grew, his connection to the Warp deepened.

In a way, this place was his domain—his home turf, a space where he felt completely secure.

Blazing light radiated outward, purging the surrounding void of its malevolent energies.

Eden looked up into the distance.

The Golden Sun, like a brilliant celestial star, shone with pure and overwhelming divine light.

Thump—

The Little Sun trembled violently.

It was an instinctive response to a looming threat—Tzeentch’s gaze was drawing closer to his physical form in the material world.

The Golden Sun sensed the anomaly and immediately sent a psychic inquiry.

Roughly translated, it meant: "What’s going on, little one?"

Eden exhaled in relief.

He had a powerful backer—the strongest in the Infernal Galaxy.

Without hesitation, he sent a psychic transmission, informing the Emperor of his predicament.

His plea for help roughly translated to: "HELP! That cosmic troll Tzeentch has locked onto me! Save me, oh mighty one!"

He had no choice—he was still in growth mode, and he wasn’t yet capable of dealing with the direct influence of Tzeentch’s true form.

Of course, this was only temporary.

Once he had fully developed his power and expanded his domain, he would be able to resist the Chaos Gods’ corruption.

In time, he would even be able to move freely within the material world, beyond the grasp of Chaos itself.

After all, the Ruinous Powers struggled to manifest in reality, relying mostly on corrupting influence and mortal servants to do their bidding.

As long as Eden had an unbreakable will and a strong army, he could ride roughshod over any forces the Chaos Gods sent after him.

If they sent a thousand? He’d slaughter a thousand.

What could they possibly do to him?

And as for the Warp itself? With the Golden Sun watching over him, he had nothing to fear.

If the Chaos Gods could overpower the Emperor, they would have done so long ago.

The Emperor received Eden’s psychic distress call.

The Golden Sun trembled slightly—a sign of acknowledgment.

The Emperor would act.

Eden could even sense a strange… excitement from the Emperor.

Wait—why was the Emperor excited?

Regardless, with His protection, this situation was as good as handled.

Still, Eden cautiously moved closer to the Golden Sun for extra safety.

Survival first, everything else second.

Then, he even offered a few tactical suggestions to the Emperor.

Of course, it was entirely up to Him how to proceed.

Compared to the ancient and battle-hardened Emperor—who had lived for millennia and fought countless wars—Eden was just a budding force in the galaxy.

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A mere rising sun, still in its infancy.

Still, this was a clash of galactic titans, and he wanted to feel like he was part of it—even if only a little.

...

The Warp.

A certain void.

Tzeentch’s manifested consciousness emerged, its vast and ever-shifting form filling the space with its presence.

It trembled slightly, a hint of regret flickering within its endless thoughts.

The causal thread leading to the Cursed One’s kin had been severed.

Tzeentch hesitated.

Someone had anticipated its arrival and had proactively erased all traces of its presence.

Even worse, there were remnants of an energy signature it despised.

Something similar to the Cursed One’s power… but not quite the same.

A gentler, purer variation.

That must have been the kin’s power.

Even more intriguing—within the energy’s remnants, Tzeentch detected a faint trace of its own essence.

Hope.

Fascinating…

Tzeentch’s interest in the so-called Savior’s kin deepened.

If it couldn’t find him in the present, it would simply search his past.

Tzeentch had all the time in the world.

Among the Chaos Gods, Tzeentch had the greatest ability to uncover hidden truths.

Few things could escape its gaze.

Anything that had existed left a trace in the Warp.

If Tzeentch could find the Savior’s past, it could deduce where he had come from and where he was now.

It adjusted its focus, seeking another thread of causality to trace.

Yet this time, something even stranger happened.

The causal thread vanished entirely—not erased, but as if it had never existed.

It was as though the Savior had appeared out of nowhere, his past wiped clean at some unknown moment.

What in the name of the Warp was this?!

Tzeentch’s curiosity surged to unprecedented levels.

Its followers often succumbed to corruption through their insatiable curiosity, ensnared in its intricate webs of deception.

But Tzeentch itself…

Was even more obsessive.

It normally suppressed its own overwhelming curiosity, simply because it already knew too much.

Every secret, every mystery of the universe—it had stored them all within the Crystal Labyrinth’s Library.

Through this endless well of knowledge, Tzeentch lured seekers of wisdom, corrupting them into its followers.

Of course, the knowledge it granted was always tainted with deceit.

A scam of cosmic proportions.

Many pursued its gifts, only to be led astray.

To an entity that knew nearly everything, the universe held few surprises.

But now, a new puzzle had emerged.

A mystery so compelling that Tzeentch was willing to risk everything to uncover its truth.

The iridescent mass of its form twisted chaotically as it diverted all its power into the search.

Its calculations escalated to unprecedented levels, the sheer energy consumption pushing its essence to the brink of collapse.

To put it simply:

It fried its own CPU.

Finally, it arrived at a vague answer.

The Savior originated from an unknown realm.

Most likely, a higher-dimensional space.

And, in a moment of terrifying clarity, Tzeentch felt a horrifying truth—

Its own fate was being manipulated by a force far beyond its comprehension.

Tzeentch refused to pursue this thought further.

The shimmering mass of its body collapsed like a dead fish in the void.

It feared the ultimate answer.

To learn that even it was merely a pawn—its fate dictated by a higher power—

What a cosmic joke.

The very notion was unacceptable.

Tzeentch, the Master of Fate, could not be controlled.

It forcefully severed that line of thought.

Yet its curiosity remained, stronger than ever.

It had to find the Savior.

It had to uncover the truth.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Tzeentch finally discovered a trace of the Savior’s presence in the Warp.

The projection was here.

It had found him.

"The answer... I will soon have that beautiful answer…"

Overcome with impatience, Tzeentch hurled itself forward, tearing through the void.

It activated full-speed mode, ripping through countless dimensions and distances, lunging straight toward its target.

And the moment it arrived—

It saw light.

A pure, blinding, overwhelmingly divine light!

Tzeentch’s very essence quaked, its emotions thrown into chaos.

In its mind, only one thought remained:

"OH, F@#%!"

BOOM—

Holy flames erupted violently.

"Hiss—what a tragic sight…"

From behind the Golden Sun, Eden whistled in awe.

The plan had been to ambush Tzeentch the moment it arrived…

But who could have guessed it would charge in headfirst like this?

As Eden watched the iridescent form crash into the Golden Sun, he sighed:

"Welp. That’s gotta hurt."

"AAAAAARGH!"

Tzeentch’s agonized screams shook the Warp itself.

(End of Chapter)

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