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The pinnacle estate's office.

Eden was reviewing the candidate profiles for the first wave of transformation surgery for the Void Angels and War Angels chapters.

The surgeries were already under intense preparation and could commence at any moment.

Since the recruits from the Loyal Legion Academy had not yet matured, the first participants were all battle-hardened veterans.

The members of the Void Angels were exclusively survivors of the Void Tribes.

Before arriving on Urth, they fought tirelessly against Chaos monstrosities with nothing but their flesh and blood, proving their formidable resilience.

The initial members of the War Angels, on the other hand, were veterans selected from the disbanded Defense Force.

These individuals had participated in numerous wars and accumulated a wealth of experience.

Eden needed to appoint two Chapter Masters from these candidates, making them the first to undergo the transformation process.

The selection for the Void Angels' Chapter Master was undisputed—Duke, the strongest warrior among the Void Tribes, was the obvious choice.

Now, Eden's focus was on choosing the Chapter Master for the War Angels.

As he flipped through the files, none of the candidates particularly impressed him until he reached the last page.

"Plu—combat hero, top of the Chapter Reserve Training program?" Eden raised an eyebrow, puzzled as to why someone with such stellar credentials was ranked only fifth among the candidates.

Delving deeper into Plu's profile, he found an exhaustive account of the man's life, sparing no detail. By the time he finished reading, Eden understood why.

"So, it's because of his questionable origins…"

Plu's early life was far from remarkable. A refugee from the lower hive, he survived on scraps and faced starvation regularly.

That alone wouldn't have disqualified him.

The real blemish on his record was his past as a spy for the Hoffman family.

Plu, a refugee, had stumbled into the upper hive, which happened to be under Hoffman family control. To avoid starvation or being processed into protein extract, he was coerced into joining Joseph's spy network.

The reward? Starch bars made from corpses.

However, Plu never actually participated in the rebellion that the spies were tasked to incite and survived by sheer luck.

With nowhere to go, he chose to stay in the royal court district, adopting a false identity and toiling away in the factories.

Ironically, his diligence as a laborer earned him recognition and special commendations.

Later, in pursuit of tastier food, specifically Type-2 wheat starch bars, Plu enlisted in the Defense Force.

The timing was perfect, as the Defense Force was undergoing massive expansion, and he quickly became a soldier.

Once enlisted, Plu seemed to awaken to his latent potential, earning accolades for his outstanding contributions in multiple battles.

The most notable of these was his role in a decapitation strike against a bandit chieftain.

Plu, as part of a suicide squad, not only survived the overwhelming assault in the hive's underbelly but also blew up a key passage, cutting off enemy reinforcements and saving many comrades.

This earned him the title of Combat Hero.

Later, he participated in the Chapter Reserve Training program, outperforming tens of thousands of recruits to secure first place.

Eden smirked. "This guy's not bad."

He marked Plu's profile with a red circle, finalizing his decision.

As for Plu's questionable background, Eden wasn't concerned.

The Hoffman family was a relic of the past, and anyone who received the blessing was considered part of his fold.

The only downside? The man had a voracious appetite, constantly eager to try new foods.

But that hardly detracted from his qualities as a warrior.

Eden quickly summoned the two candidates for an audience.

Duke, a burly man with purple tribal markings on his face, sat rigidly on a chair, his expression serious.

A fellow veteran, scarred and rugged, approached him with a bag of snacks.

"Hey, want some?" the man asked.

Duke shook his head silently.

"Alright, more for me," the other said with a shrug, munching noisily on wheat starch biscuits.

This was Plu.

Years of combat and grueling training had transformed him from a scrawny youth into a hardened warrior. Yet, he still harbored some nervousness, stuffing biscuits into his mouth as his cheeks bulged comically.

After all, they were about to meet the Savior himself.

Soon, a maid from the pinnacle estate arrived to escort them to the Governor's office.

"Savior!"

Duke and Plu placed their right hands over their hearts, a gesture of reverence mixed with tension, as they bowed before Eden.

They hoped to gain his recognition, receive the blessing, and officially become Chapter Masters.

The blessing, an unparalleled gift, unlocked the recipient's full potential.

Its effects were widely documented in the Holy Codex of Redemption, a text found in every household within the domain. On bi-weekly prayer days, families were required to read and recite from it.

However, the deeper effects of the blessing remained shrouded in mystery.

"Sit down…" Eden removed his gold-rimmed glasses and stepped out from behind his massive desk.

The three of them spent an hour in deep conversation over lunch.

At the end of the audience, Eden delivered his verdict:

"You are the provisional Chapter Masters and will be the first to undergo the transformation surgery. Upon its successful completion, you will receive your official appointments."

"Yes!" Duke and Plu were ecstatic. They had earned the Savior's recognition.

Under the radiance of the Sacred Sun, Eden personally conducted their blessings at the Cathedral of the State Church.

The research institute's surgery chambers were fully prepared.

Designed as state-of-the-art sterile environments, the expansive facility featured multiple sealed compartments, allowing dozens of procedures to be conducted simultaneously.

Equipped with advanced life-support systems, anesthetics, and surgical teams, the chambers were also powered by energy from the Miniature Sun, significantly boosting survival rates.

Eden had no intention of replicating the grim methods of the Dark Angels—conducting outdoor surgeries without anesthetics on mountaintop slabs.

The process of creating Space Marines involved 19 stages of surgical implantation, including:

Secondary Heart: Enables survival under low oxygen or severe trauma.

Bone Fortifier: Strengthens skeletal structure.

Muscle Enhancer: Stimulates growth to produce towering warriors.

Blood Reconstructor: Optimizes blood composition.
... (full details of all 19 stages omitted for brevity, check on the Wiki if you want to.)

Each stage required months of recovery and adaptation, even with advanced energy systems accelerating the process. Completion of the full transformation would take at least a year.

As the veterans filed into the chambers, Eden departed, his mind already turning to the next critical task.

(End of Chapter)

Whoosh—

A large assault ship streaked through the sky, leaving sonic booms in its wake.

Inside the cabin, Eden sat comfortably on a plush fur-lined sofa, sipping an ice-cold soda.

This was his personal vessel, remodeled to the standards of a private jet from his previous life. The cabin even included a crew of attendants dressed as "flight stewardesses," all part of the Tower Estate's maid corps. It was, to say the least, a luxurious experience.

Setting aside his drink, Eden picked up a slightly bulky mechanical gaming device and resumed playing.

The gaming device, loaded with simple games like Tetris and Brick Breaker, was a creation of the Psionic Network Research Institute.

The institute had been established to meet the growing demand for the psionic network, led by Data Sages and a team of bald tech-priests specializing in programming and network security.

Under Eden's meticulous guidance, the institute had already developed and deployed a psionic software akin to a project management tool, which significantly boosted productivity, optimized workflows, and enhanced communication across teams.

But their primary task was far more critical: combating Chaos-corrupted code and related incursions.

Their responsibilities included eradicating corrupted or hazardous code and erecting firewalls to protect the psionic network from Warp-born intrusions.

Eden had no intention of witnessing blasphemous imagery or debased content like warp-spawned mascots desecrating the Emperor's likeness ever again.

"Stay clear of Slaanesh's corruption, starting with myself!"

"Is this pressure okay, Savior?"

A stewardess leaned gently against Eden's back, skillfully massaging him.

Of course, the "stewardesses" were Tower Estate maids in cosplay; the ship had its own dedicated crew for operations.

It was rare for Eden to leave on a business trip, and he intended to make the most of it.

"Perfect..."

Knock, knock, knock—

Just as Eden was about to fully enjoy his journey, a knock came from the VIP suite door.

"Savior!"

The excitable voice of Kaul rang out.

What now? Eden frowned, motioning for the stewardess to leave before opening the door.

Kaul burst in, saluting hastily, followed closely by his black servo-skull father.

"What's wrong?" Eden asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see that gaming device!"

Kaul, having learned of the mechanical gaming device, couldn't resist rushing over. The contraption was beyond anything he had ever imagined.

Seeing Kaul's eager expression, Eden sighed, handing over the device he had barely started playing with.

"Here, take it and get lost!"

After all, Kaul had recently made a major breakthrough by developing nanosilicon camouflage technology, resolving a critical issue in faith dissemination. Eden could afford to be generous to those who achieved results.

"Thank you! I'll get out of your hair now!"

Kaul scampered off with the gaming device like a child with a new toy.

Anticipating this, Eden reached under the sofa and pulled out a second gaming device from a hidden compartment, continuing his leisurely gaming session.

This trip was akin to a semi-vacation.

The transformation surgeries for the Space Marines would take a full year to complete. Aside from the faith dissemination plan among the Eredar, there were no pressing matters.

Eden planned to stay in the Eredar Holy City to oversee the implementation of the nanosilicon camouflage technology.

The Eredar Holy City

Located 5,000 kilometers from the hive capital, the Holy City housed tens of millions of Eredar.

After reclaiming Urth, Eden had relocated the Eredar to the desolate Zada Mines, granting them the area as their promised land.

The Eredar renamed the barren mountains "Zada Holy Mountain" and began building a city around it while reviving the environment.

As Eden's assault ship approached the city, he gazed out the window. The city was a marvel to behold.

Shrouded in an energy shield, the predominantly white city featured towering spires and massive domed structures, cleverly integrated into the mountainside. The buildings, crafted from local stone, blended seamlessly with the natural terrain, making the city appear as though it had grown from the mountain itself.

The spires and domes peeked through the mist, exuding an aura of sanctity and inviolability.

The city was a religious center, with every inch adorned with carvings depicting stories of the Savior and the Sacred Sun.

Faith was the cornerstone of the Eredar's way of life, influencing their customs, art, and even daily conversations. Religious festivals and ceremonies were frequent, fostering a profound sense of unity and peace.

When Eden's ship landed, he was greeted by an atmosphere of serenity.

The Holy City's Archbishop and the Eredar masses had long awaited their Savior's arrival, kneeling in reverence.

Dressed in a white robe adorned with intricate dark gold patterns, Eden walked toward Redemption Square, shaded by palm trees and paved with pristine white stone.

As he passed, the faithful knelt in waves, offering their utmost devotion.

The square was the city's heart, dominated by a monumental statue of Eden. The statue, crowned by the Sacred Sun, gleamed under the sunlight.

Under the guidance of the Archbishop, the Eredar held a grand ceremony to welcome their Savior.

After the ceremony, Kaul and his team began their work, conducting equipment tests and experiments, while Eden prepared faith-related content for future missionary operations.

Days later, at Redemption Square, a thousand devout followers entered the Holy Caskets under the watchful eyes of the Eredar masses.

These individuals, chosen for their unwavering faith, would receive the Savior's blessing and become Missionary Saints—a role described in the Holy Codex of Redemption as the ultimate mission of the Eredar.

The Holy Caskets, creations of Kaul's ingenuity, were machines capable of administering nanosilicon camouflage.

Once inside, the caskets injected the nanosilicon material, which grew within the followers' bodies and spread to their skin, cloaking their mutated features with a human-like appearance.

When the Missionary Saints emerged, they were clad in white robes, their features radiating compassion, with their foreheads devoid of any mutations. Even machines couldn't detect their true nature.

In case of a fatal crisis, the nanosilicon would disintegrate their bodies entirely, leaving no trace of their identities.

These Missionary Saints would serve as the ideal medium for spreading Eden's faith.

After receiving the blessings, the Missionary Saints boarded ships bound for the sector capital, Matilla, where they would blend into the populace and covertly propagate the faith, laying the groundwork for future conquest.

As the transport ships carrying the Missionary Saints departed for Matilla, a separate colony ship, laden with Stormtroopers, workers, and machinery, launched toward a nearby primitive planet.

This planet, rich in rare minerals essential for crafting power armor and other critical equipment, had been discovered and concealed by the Grant family, whose plans were disrupted by sudden taxation policies.

Now, Urth had resumed its development.

The departure of these ships marked Eden's first step beyond his planet, embarking on a campaign to conquer the galaxy.

...

One Year Later

Eden lay on the rooftop of the Holy City, soaking up the sun in a pair of shorts.

Beep, beep, beep—

His communicator buzzed. Glancing at the message, he shot upright.

"The warriors' transformation surgeries are complete!"

(End of Chapter)

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