"Your Majesty?" Ron called out, but the icy sun still didn't respond. After a moment, he sensed something was amiss.
Where are my hands and feet? Where is my body? He couldn't feel his body anymore!
Ron tried to investigate with his psychic senses and discovered something astonishing. He had transformed into a ball! More precisely, he had become a small sun composed of psychic energy.
Now, hidden beneath the radiance of the God-Emperor's great icy sun, he slowly radiated heat, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold Warp.
A vast amount of psychic information flooded into Ron's mind. After absorbing it, he finally understood the identity of the small sun and gained complete control of it.
This sun-like sphere of psychic energy was his Warp Essence, something coveted by the mighty warriors of the Warhammer world. Simply put, Warp Essence is the projection of a living being within the Warp. In other words, "What is the essence of your existence?"
This isn't something everyone can possess; it requires at least a Primarch-level being to awaken. For example, one of the Primarchs, Corvus Corax, awakened the Warp Essence and became a Warp Shadow Creature. He could transform into ravens and black clouds, possessing the ability to become invisible.
Once awakened, the level of life rises, becoming a near-godlike being. Beyond that is the level of the Emperor, the icy Sun before us. His radiance protects the entire Imperium of Man, powerful enough to resist the Four Chaos Gods!
Now, Ron has also awakened the Warp Essence, gaining the step to godhood—his true golden finger! The Warp Essence is called Dawn, but he prefers to call it the Little Sun.
The Little Sun rescued Ron from Slaanesh's palace and empowered him to become a psyker. This is a testament to the Little Sun's power. However, this also leads to excessive energy consumption, leaving it extremely weak. Even the slightest Warp storm could destroy it.
Fortunately, recovery is possible. Like the Four Chaos Gods Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh, the Little Sun feeds on certain concepts or emotions. Unlike the four Chaos Gods, the Little Sun feeds primarily on positive emotions, feeding on the concept of hope.
Happiness, ideals, aspirations, courage, and passion, for example, can all restore the Little Sun's abilities. Ron can split off his psychic core and anchor it in reality, allowing the Little Sun to absorb concepts and emotions related to hope.
He is the Planetary Governor of Erth, with authority over the entire planet. As long as he develops the planet and improves the lives of its inhabitants, his Little Sun will continuously absorb the power of hope, regaining its strength and becoming even more powerful.
Once the Little Sun grows powerful, it can return to the planet, blessing its inhabitants, granting them blessings and strength! This is Ron's true strength. Given enough time, he can continuously expand his territory and absorb more hope.
He could even ascend to godhood!
As Ron studied the Little Sun's abilities, he discovered that many of them were locked. For example, blessing and teleportation require a certain level of energy to unlock.
Just as Ron was about to investigate further, another wave of psychic energy arrived, ejecting him from the Warp.
—Early morning.
The spire of the Royal Court. Warm sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the stained glass windows. The maids were waiting nearby, awaiting their master's awakening.
Holy crap!
Ron jerked awake, realizing he was back in the real world. He regained consciousness and glanced at the clock; it was already ten in the morning.
The concept of time in the Warp was truly confusing. He'd only been there a short while, yet so much time had passed in reality. And this time, it was that same psychic surge that had kicked him out again. It seemed his time in the Warp was limited.
Ron felt a little lost. He'd just been about to try out Little Sun's abilities, and at the crucial moment, his time had been interrupted. He'd have to try again next time.
"Good morning," the head maid, Linda, said softly. She took the hot towel and gently wiped Ron's face.
Ron washed and dressed with the maids, then drifted off to the dining room. A sumptuous breakfast was laid on the table. The crystal chandeliers shimmered the pure gold cutlery, and a variety of delicacies lay on the golden plates.
Golden pancakes were smothered in sweet Akonberry jam; tender Grox ham exuded an alluring aroma; scrambled eggs adorned with dried Ropo fruit were as smooth as silk. The rich, aromatic aroma of black coffee permeated his nostrils, invigorating him.
Ron regained consciousness and, looking at the sumptuous meal, couldn't help but sigh.
Luckily, he'd been transported to Ron Grant, becoming the Planetary Governor, enjoying a life of luxury in the upper reaches of the hive. He could sleep until he woke naturally, be waited on by a bevy of beautiful women, and then enjoy a hearty breakfast.
No commuting, no rushing, and no need to punch in and be scolded by his supervisor! The workers were in tears!
If Ron had been transported to the Lower Hive, he'd probably be screwing screws in the factory until smoke billowed, only getting a small piece of corpse starch to eat at noon. Forget about a lunch break.
Imperial workers had no human rights; the work was a hundred times more brutal than the 996 schedule, and many perished from the endless toil. But the Empire never worried about workers dying from exhaustion. After all, there were plenty of people to do the work, and a single hive could support tens of billions!
As for being transported to the Lower Hive, Ron couldn't even imagine the horrific pollution and terrifying mutants the scum living there would have to face. They ate spoiled food scavenged from the garbage, feeling lucky just to be able to breathe.
Life was truly miserable for the people of the Bottom Hive and the Lower Hive, but fortunately, their current planetary governor was Ron. Having acquired the Little Sun, the essence of the Warp fueled by the power of hope, he was destined to become a good governor who loved his people like his own children.
He wanted all his subjects to live a good life! After all, their happiness and hope were Ron's nourishment. The better their lives, the more power of hope they generated.
This was how he could restore the Little Sun's energy and grow stronger.
"Governor, is this delicious?" Linda, the head maid, came over to Ron and leaned over to feed him. "I made this myself!"
"So white... ahem, delicious, delicious!" Ron nodded hurriedly as he ate, his attention only distracted by the hopping bunny.
After breakfast, Ron reclined in his chair and began to ponder how to manage his planet. He knew almost nothing about Erth's current state; not even his original self had ever been involved in its management.
The Royal Court District has hundreds of thousands of administrative staff, managing the complex affairs of the planet, but Ron has rarely seen them. These complex matters are handled by the administrative team of General Bayev.
This is also the way most planetary governors handle things; otherwise, they would be overwhelmed by endless administrative work and exhausted to death.
Ron only needs to make a few important decisions, and the generals and administrative staff under him will follow his will and realize his ideas.
Rights and obligations are consistent and inseparable. As a planetary governor, he has great power, but what are his obligations? What is his most important responsibility?
(End of Chapter)