Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

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The blessing ceremony was interrupted. The chosen believer had fled!

"Did that believer reject the Father's love?"

Rotigus, the Great Unclean One of Nurgle, felt a slight twinge of irritation.

But as the most compassionate of Nurgle's servants, the generous and life-giving father of growth and abundance, this irritation quickly dissipated.

Rotigus did not blame the believer who retreated midway, causing the ceremony to halt.

Even though he had expended a considerable amount of precious plague viruses, he merely felt a sense of regret. The believer had missed the chance to embrace the love he deserved.

What could have gone wrong? Rotigus was curious.

He thought of descending upon the believer in person, singing elegies and wielding his bloatstaff, to personally bestow endless compassion.

Surely, such an act would win the believer's heart.

With this thought, Rotigus, his gaping, maggot-filled maw twisting into a grotesque but benevolent smile, murmured:

"I must do this. Although it will require more power...

Love must be given freely to be truly reciprocated, must it not?"

As his emotions swelled, tooth-like fissures opened across his putrid form, expelling seeds of rotting plant roots.

The repulsive, writhing vegetation spread in waves, nourished by the pestilence-laden storm ever-present around him.

Under this plague storm, the twisted plants swelled grotesquely, flourishing into unnatural abundance.

Rotigus raised his bloatstaff, intensifying the storm as a swirling vortex formed in the space before him.

Dragging his bloated, mountain-like body forward, he prepared to step into the vortex and descend upon the believer's planet.

Just as he was about to enter, Rotigus halted abruptly.

A wave of indescribable joy washed over him.

"Praise to the Grandfather!"

Rotigus had received a summons from Nurgle himself.

The Plague Father had sensed a new change in the galaxy and was calling on his Great Unclean Ones to create and spread a grand new plague.

This was a rare and glorious opportunity.

Dispelling the vortex, Rotigus temporarily set aside his plan to personally visit the believer.

He needed to return to his Grandfather without delay.

If not, his rival, Ku'gath Plaguefather—who had consumed Nurgle's most potent plague—might seize the chance to spread the Grandfather's love first.

Rotigus turned and lumbered away, his steps thunderous as he practically skipped with glee.

His boundless joy was palpable to anyone who saw him.

Soon, his immense form vanished into the ether, leaving behind only twisted plants and pools of slick, filthy water.

Squelch, squelch—

Several small, rotting Nurglings played in the muck, only to realize too late that their master had gone.

"Ahhhh!"

Panicking, the little Nurglings scrambled to chase after him, tears welling in their festering eyes.

In Train Town

Fran escorted Little Brown home, asking about the town's situation along the way.

As they walked through the town's central road, curious eyes peeked out from the wooden houses lining the path.

The residents watched the tall, bald stranger, speculating about where this emissary had come from.

What surprised them more was the transformation in Little Brown.

Just hours ago, he had been on the verge of death, staggering with every step.

Now, his gait was steady, and his energy had returned.

Could the God-Emperor truly have blessed Little Brown?

Fran frowned as he surveyed the haggard townsfolk lining the road.

"Your town is severely short of water?"

"Our water has been contaminated. Recently, some people, unable to bear their thirst, drank the dirty water and immediately fell ill," Little Brown explained, gesturing in wide arcs.

"Their stomachs swelled like balloons, and they vomited green sludge…"

He looked up at Fran with hopeful eyes.

"We're all dying of thirst. You're an emissary sent by the Savior—you must be powerful. Can you help us find clean water?"

Fran responded to the boy's plea:

"If it's water you need, that's no problem!"

He resolved to rescue the townsfolk and spread the Savior's faith before the next Titan Train arrived.

As a missionary saint, it was his duty to follow the Redemption Codex, embodying selflessness and fearlessness while saving those deemed worthy.

Little Brown cheered and ran toward his home, shouting:

"We have water! We have water!"

The despairing residents heard his cries, their eyes lighting up with hope.

An elderly man stopped Little Brown, urgently asking:

"Child, is it true?"

Little Brown beamed with pride.

"It's true! The God-Emperor answered my prayers and sent the Savior's emissary!"

He pointed at Fran and declared:

"The saint will help us find clean water!"

"Praise the God-Emperor! A miracle has occurred!"

The elderly man smiled, his faith renewed.

After all, seeing Little Brown alive and well was already a miracle.

Word spread, and a growing crowd followed Fran and Little Brown.

They dared not disturb the saint, trailing behind him as if on a pilgrimage.

By the time Fran reached Little Brown's home, a sea of emaciated, dehydrated townsfolk had gathered.

Fran turned to face them, meeting their hopeful, desperate gazes.

He assured them that the Savior had sent him to save them from their suffering and that he would find a water source for the town.

The crowd erupted in cheers, kneeling to offer their reverence to both the Savior and his saint.

After dismissing the crowd, Fran entered Little Brown's home, checking on his younger siblings.

Fortunately, their dehydration was mild and not life-threatening.

That evening, Fran gathered the town's repair workers and sketched out schematics for water-gathering machinery.

The design was for a small atmospheric water collector, capable of extracting moisture from the air and filtering it.

Thanks to advancements made by STC and Kaul, the device was relatively simple to construct, requiring only basic mechanical skills and readily available parts.

The workers got to work, assembling and installing the devices on rooftops, powered by fuel cells.

The collectors operated primarily at night, with water flowing into storage tanks by daybreak.

The residents waited eagerly, staying up all night by the tanks.

When morning came, the devices released a surprising amount of clean water—enough to alleviate their thirst, if not yet to drink freely.

The town erupted in joy.

With the water crisis resolved, they could survive!

Over the following weeks, Fran and the workers repaired the God-Emperor's statue and began daily sermons.

The townsfolk gathered at the newly built chapel to pray and listen to Fran's stories about the merciful Savior who freed worlds from suffering.

Fran prophesied:

"In eight years, the Savior will descend upon this world, driving out tyrants and bringing prosperity to all."

In addition to spreading the faith, Fran also treated the sick and opened a night school, teaching practical knowledge in agriculture and machinery.

In the grim galaxy, knowledge—especially stable, Chaos-free knowledge—was a priceless gift.

Fran's generosity solidified the townsfolk's faith in the coming Savior.

This method of missionary work, devised by Ron, was highly effective.

The saints, trained extensively in various fields, could transform even feudal worlds into industrialized societies.

Under Fran's guidance, the town flourished. Smiles returned to the people's faces, and they eagerly awaited the Savior's arrival.

A distant whistle sounded.

After nearly two months, another Titan Train arrived.

The repair workers, as usual, maintained and serviced the train while keeping the town's secret.

They also had another task: smuggling Fran aboard the train to the hive capital.

When the train departed, Fran was gone, accompanied by Little Brown, who had entrusted his siblings to the townsfolk.

Little Brown had decided to follow the saint and dedicate himself to the Savior's mission until the planet was liberated.

...

Months later.

On Urth, in the spire governor's office.

Eden stretched, having just reviewed the readiness of the armed forces. His day's work was done.

Suddenly, a psychic message reached him.

Several missionary saints had successfully infiltrated Matila's hive capital.

Eden closed his eyes, his consciousness merging with the hive network:

"It's time to visit Matira…"

(End of Chapter)

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