Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

For Eden, establishing his own Tribunal was of utmost importance.

The newly formed Tribunal would answer solely to him, becoming the most powerful secret organization in the King's Court.

The Inquisitors of the Tribunal would have immense authority within the domain, able to investigate anyone outside of Eden, while also taking on the responsibility of rooting out and eliminating hidden threats.

This was a vital force to balance his administrative system and officials, as well as to deal with covert external dangers.

In the future, as his territory expanded, the Tribunal's power would grow as well.

After reading through the documents, Deville trembled slightly, fully understanding what his new role entailed.

Even more so, he realized the immense responsibility and authority that Eden had entrusted to him.

Such trust.

The only way he could repay it was with absolute loyalty!

Seeing that Deville understood his task, Eden went over some additional details with him.

Building the Tribunal was no easy feat.

Not only would it require a group of loyal and capable people, but it would also need strong military backing.

Thus, Eden would assign twenty of his personal guards to join the Tribunal as its initial members.

He would also send a batch of elite soldiers from the Defense Force, law enforcement officers, and administrative staff to serve as deputies, interpreters, interrogators, and apprentices.

With this, the Tribunal's foundation would be set.

How it developed in the future would depend on how well Deville and his team managed it.

After the discussion, Eden looked at Deville seriously:

"High Inquisitor, the Tribunal of the King's Court is now yours to command."

Deville sprang to his feet, his gaze firm as he performed a perfect Aquila salute:

"All for the Governor!"

Satisfied, Eden nodded and let Deville get to work.

He was confident that this loyal and capable subordinate would carry out the responsibilities he had been entrusted with.

Having completed yet another important task, Eden felt particularly pleased.

He now had his personal guards, the Tribunal, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Mechanicum, the Ecclesiarchy, and the Defense Force all under his control.

As for larger organizations like Space Marine Chapters or the Imperial Navy Fleet, those were still beyond his reach for the time being.

Only after controlling the entirety of Urth, and even more planets, could he gather enough Hope Energy to delve into the Warp for resources to further his ambitions.

There were countless treasures lost in the Warp over tens of thousands of years.

Things like lost starships, rare forging materials, various weapons, ancient relics, and even the remains and armor of Space Marines.

It was like a treasure trove, just waiting for him to claim it.

Thinking about it, Eden almost drooled—imagine unearthing a fully intact super-battleship with STC technology from the Golden Age of Humanity...

The mere thought of it made him salivate. Wouldn't that send him straight to the stars?

He snapped out of his daydreams quickly, though.

First things first, he needed to focus on the tasks at hand.

Currently, the King's Court was already taking shape, resembling a miniature empire. In the future, Eden planned to replicate even more Imperial institutions.

Eden had already decided that the governing system within his expanding territory would follow the basic framework of the Imperium.

It wasn't that he didn't want to change things—he simply didn't dare to.

If the Imperium were like a bug-ridden program, then its basic system was the pile of bad code holding it all together.

As faulty as that code was, it had kept the Imperium running for over tens of thousands of years, which was an incredible feat.

No way he could risk changing it.

If he messed with it and caused the whole thing to crash, wouldn't that lead to an immediate disaster?

So Eden would only make minor adjustments, adding patches here and there to make the system run smoother.

Those were his plans for the future.

Worried that he might forget them, Eden quickly recorded his thoughts on the typewriter.

At a typing speed of 1,000 words per minute, he soon had all his ideas documented.

He tore the page from the machine and carefully stored it away.

It would be a nightmare if it got mixed in with other documents.

Eden stood in front of a nearly five-meter-high filing cabinet, staring at the endless rows of slots in confusion:

"Uh… which slot did I put the future development plan in again?"

Fortunately, his enhanced brain kicked in, and after a moment of thought, he remembered: sixth row, fourteenth column, slot number 117.

Good thing he remembered.

If he hadn't, he'd have had to consult the dictionary-sized index to find it.

After filing away the paper, Eden returned to his desk and popped a frosted Polaro cookie into his mouth.

A quick snack to replenish his energy before getting back to work.

Looking at the small pile of documents left on his desk, he felt a surge of motivation.

Once these were dealt with, he would be done for the day!

The great Governor could finally rest!

Eden buried himself in the work, grinding through the complex texts that made his head spin.

But no problem—persistence was key to victory.

Soon enough, Eden finished all the paperwork and collapsed into his chair with a satisfied smile.

Finally, it was over.

Just as he was about to relax, two maids entered.

Eden's pupils instantly widened as he lost all his will to live:

"No!"

Each maid was carrying a stack of files nearly a meter high, and they looked startled:

"Governor, sir, these are more documents that need your attention..."

Eden, of course, wouldn't vent his frustration on the maids. Weakly, he said:

"Fine, put them here."

"Yes, sir!"

The two maids quickly set down the files and practically fled the office, overwhelmed by the Governor's palpable frustration.

Eden stared at the newly arrived stacks of files, feeling a headache coming on.

With a crash, the piles of documents collapsed, spilling across his lap.

Eden froze, filled with regret—he never should have agreed to take on part of Bayev's administrative duties.

Originally, he had taken it on with the mindset of learning. As a ruler, he needed to educate himself.

At first, it had been manageable.

After all, with the King's Court's previous laissez-faire management, paper documents had been plentiful but still within reach.

But as Eden implemented more new policies and regulations, the shift to a more refined administrative approach caused the amount of paperwork to skyrocket.

The endless flow of redundant, outdated, and disorganized documents had left him buried in his office.

He couldn't even imagine the kind of pressure the high-ranking Imperial administrators must face.

No wonder so many High Lords either died from overwork or went mad.

Suddenly, a Warp rift appeared in the Governor's office.

From it emerged Roboute Guilliman, clad in his armor of destiny, glowing with power and radiating overwhelming authority.

His eyes, piercing and intense, locked onto Eden:

"Eden, the Imperium needs you.

Come with me to Holy Terra, and you will become a High Lord!"

With that, Guilliman's massive hand reached out toward him.

"Stay away from me!" Eden screamed, jolting awake, staring at his cluttered desk, and letting out a sigh of relief.

It had only been a nightmare.

Thankfully, it wasn't real, or he would rather have died on the spot.

Looking at the chaos of paperwork, Eden's patience finally reached its limit.

This workload was unbearable.

He needed to reform—introduce the internet and AI, and move to online administration to optimize workflow and efficiency!

Fortunately, these changes were already in motion.

Eden had given many ideas about the internet to the intelligent servitor and current Magos, Moss, asking him to quietly run experiments.

There was no other way.

The Adeptus Mechanicus heavily restricted access to network technology, even preventing any attempts at neural interfacing.

So, for now, Eden would have to settle for using human 3K-era tech.

It was time to show everyone the wonders of 3K-era technology!

(End of Chapter)

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