Warp Essence: The Real Cheat

"God-Emperor?"

Ron tried calling out, but the Cold Sun still gave no response.

After waiting for a while, he sensed that something was wrong.

Where were his hands and feet?

Where was his body?

He could no longer feel the existence of his body!

Ron tried to spread out his spiritual senses and investigate, only to discover a shocking fact.

He had turned into a ball!

More precisely, he had become a Little Sun made of Psyker Power.

At that moment, he was hidden beneath the radiance of the God-Emperor's great Cold Sun, slowly giving off warmth and bringing a trace of heat to the frigid Warp.

An immense amount of Psyker information flooded Ron's mind.

Only after absorbing that information did he understand what the Little Sun was and gain complete control over it.

This Little Sun-like sphere of Psyker Power was his Warp Essence, something the powerful beings of the Warhammer world dreamed of obtaining.

Simply put, Warp Essence was a living being's projection within the Warp. In other words, it was the essence of what made you exist.

Not just anyone could possess such a thing. At the very least, one had to be a lifeform on the level of a Primarch to awaken it.

For example, after Corvus Corax, the Raven King and one of the Primarchs, awakened his Warp Essence, he became a kind of Warp shadow creature.

He could transform into Ravens and black clouds, and possessed the ability to become invisible.

Once someone awakened Warp Essence, their level of life would rise, turning them into an existence close to a god.

Above that was the level of The Emperor—the Cold Sun before him.

His radiance sheltered the entire Imperium of Man and was enough to resist the Chaos Four!

Now that Ron had also awakened Warp Essence and obtained a stairway to godhood, this was his true cheat!

His Warp Essence was named Dawn, though he preferred to call it the Little Sun.

The Little Sun had rescued Ron from the Palace of Slaanesh and granted him the power to become a Psyker.

That was enough to prove the Little Sun's strength.

But it had also caused the Little Sun to expend too much energy, leaving it exceedingly weak.

Even the slightest Warp Storm could destroy it.

Fortunately, there was still a way for it to recover.

Like Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh among the Chaos Four, the Little Sun fed on certain concepts or emotions.

Unlike the Chaos Four, the Little Sun primarily fed on positive emotions. The concept it consumed was hope.

Happiness, ideals, wishes, courage, passion, and the like could all restore the Little Sun's power.

Ron could split off a Psionic Core and have it remain in reality as an anchor, allowing the Little Sun to absorb concepts and emotions related to hope.

He was the planetary Governor of Earth Planet and held dominion over an entire planet.

As long as he developed the planet well and improved the lives of his subjects, his Little Sun could continuously absorb the Power of Hope, regain its strength, and grow even more powerful.

Once the Little Sun became strong, it could in turn nourish the planet, protect the subjects under his rule, bless them, and grant them power!

This was Ron's true foundation. As long as he had enough time to continuously expand his territory and absorb more Power of Hope—

He could even ascend step by step into godhood!

Ron studied the Little Sun's abilities and discovered that many of them were still sealed.

Blessings and teleportation, for instance, required its energy to recover to a certain degree before they could be unlocked.

Just as Ron was preparing to investigate further, another Psyker Tide surged in and kicked him out of the Warp.

Morning.

The Spire of the Palatine District.

Warm sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows into the bedroom. The maids waited nearby for their master to awaken.

Holy shit!

Ron jolted awake and discovered that he had returned to the real world.

After collecting himself, he looked at the clock. It was already ten in the morning.

The Warp's concept of time really was chaotic. He had only stayed there for such a short while, yet so much time had passed in reality.

And that Psyker Tide had kicked him out again. It seemed there was a limit to how long he could remain in the Warp.

Ron felt somewhat disappointed. He had just been about to test the Little Sun's abilities and had reached a critical point, only to be interrupted.

It looked like he could only continue next time.

"Good morning~"

Head Maid Linda's gentle voice drifted over. She took a warm towel and softly wiped Ron's face.

Served by the maids, Ron washed up and changed clothes, then wandered groggily into the dining room, where a lavish breakfast had already been laid out.

Pure gold cutlery reflected a faint gleam beneath the crystal chandelier, while dishes of every kind were arranged on golden plates.

Golden pancakes were spread thick with sweet Aken Berry jam; tender Grox ham gave off an enticing aroma; scrambled eggs dotted with dried Luo Po Fruit were as silky smooth as satin.

The rich, fragrant scent of black coffee slipped into his nostrils, instantly refreshing him.

Ron fully woke up. Looking at such a luxurious meal, he could not help but sigh.

Luckily, he had transmigrated into Ron Grant and become a planetary Governor, allowing him to enjoy such a luxurious life at the very top of a Hive City.

He could sleep until he woke naturally, have a group of beautiful women attend to him, and then comfortably enjoy a hearty breakfast.

No commute, no rushing for time, no clocking in to work every day, and no getting chewed out by a supervisor!

Every wage slave was moved to tears!

If Ron had transmigrated into the Lower Hive, he would probably already be in a factory tightening screws until smoke rose from his hands, only getting to eat a tiny piece of Corpse Starch at noon.

Forget about a lunch break.

Workers of the Imperium had no human rights. It was a hundred times crueler than 996, and many workers died amid endless labor.

But the Imperium never worried about workers being worked to death. After all, there were always plenty of people to do the work—a single Hive City could support tens of billions, even hundreds of billions, of people!

As for transmigrating all the way to the Underhive, Ron did not even dare think about it. The dregs living there had to face terrible pollution and horrifying mutants.

They ate spoiled food scavenged from garbage heaps. Being able to keep breathing was already considered happiness.

Life for those in the Underhive and Lower Hive truly was miserable, but fortunately, their planetary Governor was now Ron.

After obtaining Warp Essence—the Little Sun, which fed on the Power of Hope—he was destined to become a good Governor who loved his people as if they were his own children.

He would give every one of his subjects a good life!

After all, his subjects' happiness and hope were Ron's nourishment.

The better they lived, the more Power of Hope they would generate.

Only then could he restore the Little Sun's energy and grow stronger.

"Governor, is it tasty?"

Head Maid Linda came to Ron's side and bent down to feed him. "I made it myself, you know?"

"So white... ahem, ahem, delicious, delicious!"

Ron nodded rapidly as he ate, though the bouncing bunnies had stolen some of his attention.

After breakfast, Ron reclined in his chair and began considering how to properly govern his planet.

At present, he knew almost nothing about Earth Planet's situation. Even the original owner of this body had never participated in managing its specific affairs.

There were hundreds of thousands of administrative personnel in the Palatine District managing the planet's countless complex affairs, but Ron had barely ever met them.

All of those complicated matters had been entrusted to the administrative team overseen by Bayev.

This was also how the vast majority of planetary Governors handled things. Otherwise, they would be buried beneath endless administrative work until they died of exhaustion.

Ron only needed to make a few important decisions. The administrators and civil officials below would follow his will and carry out his ideas.

Rights and obligations were inseparable.

As a planetary Governor, he possessed immense power. So what were his obligations?

What was his most important responsibility?