[Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor] Chapter 165 (Patreon)

Under the gleaming sunlight, the Bioengineering Research Institute shimmered with metallic luster. The structure was adorned with intricate gears and pipelines, exuding an aura of mechanical sanctity.

At the heart of the entrance lay the unmistakable emblem of the Adeptus Mechanicus—a fusion of skull and machine. Gears, pistons, and cables intertwined in a symbol of holy unity.

As Eden approached, the skull's eye sockets glowed red, and the mechanical door recognized his presence with a reverent electronic voice:
"Welcome, Savior!"

Hours earlier, Eden had officially published the Codex of Redemption, a document he had meticulously crafted over several years.

This Codex, inspired by the legendary Codex Astartes penned by Guilliman, outlined key principles for:

Unified faith, Religious rituals, Governance structures, Military obligations, Laws and punishments, And technological innovation.

It established Eden's divine position as the Emperor's sole designated Savior, embedding this truth deeply into both faith and law.

The Codex was not merely a collection of guidelines but the foundation for his dominion.

Upon hearing the title "Savior," the enormous gears at the entrance turned, and the grand mechanical doors slowly opened.

Inside, Moss, the institute's head researcher and biological sage, rushed to greet Eden.

"Savior, your visit honors us!" Moss exclaimed, barely containing his excitement.

Eden nodded calmly.
"How's the experiment progressing?"

Moss straightened, his pride evident.
"We've extracted critical gene nodes. We're ready to move to the next stage of experimentation."

This critical research aimed to improve the gene-seeds, ensuring they remained stable, adaptable, and continuously improvable for future enhancements.

"Good," Eden praised. "Let's check on the gene-seeds."

He followed Moss deeper into the institute, traversing corridors lined with sealed laboratories. Biogenetic diagrams and complex gene structures adorned the walls, while researchers meticulously conducted experiments.

In one lab, a dissection of a clone subject was underway—a grim reminder of the lengths required for progress.

The institute's many laboratories had modularized the vast scope of biogenetic engineering. Each lab tackled a specific aspect of research, reflecting the modernized scientific framework Eden had implemented.

This decentralized structure demanded exceptional coordination and oversight, a task well-suited to Moss, an advanced AI from the Golden Age.

Finally, the pair arrived at the Gene Vault, the heart of the institute. This facility housed and cultivated the precious gene-seeds.

The vault was a marvel of engineering, comprising chambers designed to resist external environmental changes. Each unit maintained precise control over temperature, humidity, and light, ensuring the optimal preservation of the gene-seeds.

Golden energy coursed through transparent conduits along the walls and ceiling, pulsating with life.

Stopping before one chamber, Moss gestured to its control panel.
"This is one of our cultivation rooms. Each can nurture two gene-seeds at a time."

Eden surveyed the room, noting the countless cultivation chambers lining the area.

"Impressive. Let's take a closer look."

Years ago, Eden had uncovered a cache of fifty degraded and mutated gene-seeds in a secret laboratory. These relics had been painstakingly hoarded by the Grant family over millennia.

Though flawed, the gene-seeds provided a foundation for research. After thorough reverse-engineering and genetic repair, Moss had successfully created 100 primordial gene-seeds.

These were largely devoid of the unique traits seen in gene-seeds derived from Blood Angels, Dark Angels, or Ultramarines. They were nearly blank slates.

To overcome this, Moss utilized a bold strategy: implanting the primordial gene-seeds into clone bodies of a superior genetic baseline.

The template for these clones?
Eden himself.

The cultivation chamber's centerpiece was a three-meter-tall glass cylinder. Inside floated a 2.2-meter-tall clone, suspended in nutrient fluid.

Golden energy from the Sacred Sun was channeled through the clone's body, fostering the development of the implanted gene-seeds.

This energy, with its purifying and life-giving properties, was a universal catalyst—a miraculous stabilizer.

Looking at the clone, Eden couldn't help but smirk.

"I really do look good in Space Marine form."

The first batch of clones, all based on Eden's genetic template, had been instrumental in stabilizing the initial gene-seeds.

Under normal conditions, a Space Marine could only produce two gene-seeds over a decade: one after five years, and another after ten.

But under the institute's controlled environment and Sacred Sun-enhanced energy, this timeline had been halved.

The clones could produce their first gene-seed in just three years and their second in six.

Moss led Eden into the storage room, where rows of living tissue chambers preserved the harvested gene-seeds.

Each biovault kept the seeds active and ready for implantation into new warriors.

The seeds, however, carried no significant traits from original Primarchs like Sanguinius or Guilliman. Instead, they were uniformly stable and entirely derived from Eden's genetic code.

"These gene-seeds lack extraordinary features," Moss admitted.

Eden, however, saw this as an advantage.

Unlike the flawed gene-seeds of other Primarchs, which often came with dangerous side effects:

Blood Angels succumbed to bloodlust and madness.

Ultramarines developed obsessive adherence to hierarchy and perfectionism.

Dark Angels were plagued by paranoia and secrecy.

Eden's gene-seeds were stable and free from debilitating traits.

"We don't need superhumans," Eden mused.
"I'll take dependable, balanced warriors over unstable berserkers any day."

With this method, Eden could mass-produce Space Marines efficiently.

"Quantity over quality," he declared. "Let the galaxy tremble before our endless legions!"

Turning to Moss, Eden gave the final order.
"Begin the implantation procedures. Let's bring our warriors to life."

(End of Chapter)

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