Emperor Sitting on the Toilet Has His Reasons

There were no exaggerated anomalies as one might expect in the Warp, but following a gasp, a cluster of golden flames appeared beside the group.

These flames possessed only the appearance of burning; they scorched no one and held no heat, simply spreading quietly to climb upon everyone except the transmigrators.

Soon, these phantom images, which looked like burning fire, dissipated, leaving only faint traces in the depths of the warriors' eyes—tiny, fragmented golden glimmers.

This phenomenon naturally caused the many believers to begin fanatical prayers.

Especially the Sisters of Battle; having witnessed two such miracles in just a few hours—events they might not have seen even once before their deaths—they all chanted hymns with piety and began to record this experience into books.

"Well done, Ramesses."

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, not stingy with his praise.

In an era before the Great Rift had fully opened, manifesting the power of Emperor was no small feat.

"..."

Yet, Ramesses, who had clearly done a good deed, showed no signs of happiness; instead, he looked as uncomfortable as if he had been disgusted by something.

"I apologize."

Ramesses struck a pose of confession toward the three of them.

"I acted on my own initiative."

"..."

Romulus blinked.

Hadn't he just heard this line a moment ago?

"What on earth happened?"

Arthur was also bewildered.

Because he had previously gone to sift for gold in the filth of the Warp, the glorious task of researching the Warp had naturally fallen onto Ramesses' shoulders.

Thus, none of them understood why Ramesses, who had clearly performed a meritorious service, wore such an apologetic expression.

"I am guilty, I was an idiot."

Having successfully completed his attempt and saved the future of a large group of people, Ramesses was in a very foul mood.

Looking at the soul energy in his pocket—which everyone had transferred to him for centralized use—now significantly depleted, he felt as though he had been taken for a ride!

"Remember the safe house we had in the Warp when we first landed?"

He asked out of the blue.

"I remember."

Arthur nodded; he even remembered there was a roll of toilet paper in there.

"That thing was created by our instinctive resistance to the Warp when we landed. Essentially, it was a mental barrier in the Warp with a certain degree of concealment. Of course, Warp entities couldn't see us anyway, so the thing was actually useless."

Ramesses began to explain the principle of the safe house.

"And then, Emperor likely classified us as some kind of special Warp entity born from human influence, and this thing is the domain where our true forms exist..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about that—you should know that being watched by Emperor is, in a sense, not actually a good thing, right?"

"Understood."

Arthur nodded.

He had read quite a few novels produced by gw, and besides reading those from the translation circles, he would also chew through the English versions himself, so he naturally knew one of the Chaos Gods' favorite hobbies.

That was to specifically corrupt humans who held firm faith in Emperor, possessing a perverse pleasure in forcing the virtuous into depravity.

The hardest-hit areas were naturally the various Sisters of Battle and Astartes who were under Emperor's gaze.

Many heretical demons took pride in having a fallen Sister of Battle under their command, or had a penchant for capturing loyalist Space Marine to sacrifice to the Chaos Gods, because doing so could please their masters and thus earn more powerful blessings.

Therefore, in the Warhammer World, praying to the God-Emperor and receiving no response was the best response. If He truly responded to you, either you were about to die, or it was some kind of demon or monster in disguise.

In a sense, if you were noticed by Emperor while alive, the risk of being noticed by the Chaos Gods would also skyrocket.

While alive, you might be tortured by various Chaos champions, and after death, you might even get to experience the feeling of being torn limb from limb in the Warp.

And Emperor often could not protect these people.

Because there were simply too many such people, and even Emperor could not attend to them all.

"And our safe house can isolate these people? For example, if they die, the Chaos Gods can't sense them for a short time, and Emperor can then calmly take them out of the safe house?"

Arthur roughly understood what Ramesses meant.

"Yes."

Ramesses nodded.

"So Emperor used psychic imagery to tell me to expand the range of this safe house, large enough to cover a hundred people."

"Actually, He wanted it even bigger, but as I said before, the generation cost for anything involving the Warp and complex matter is extremely high, so I expanded it a bit, felt something was wrong, and stopped."

"And then—"

Romulus, who was in charge of the accounts, turned green in the face.

Ramesses pointed toward the Astra Militarum soldiers and the Sisters of Battle who had been marked.

"Then he marked everyone and just slipped away without saying a word. He even scared off the daemons near my Warp psychic projection."

The four of them fell into a deathly silence.

"Emperor's move is..."

"It's like we paid to build a warehouse in the Warp for the Emperor to store his money, but he didn't even pay rent. He just shoved the money in and left, took our rice bowls with him, and walked away with all the reputation!"

Romulus looked back at the group of people who had fallen into religious fervor.

"Oh, right, he also marked all of them, effectively forcing us to either expand our safe houses or control their death toll, otherwise we just watch them die?"

Everyone nodded.

Although there was a bit of subjective emotion mixed in, that seemed to be the gist of it.

And Ramesses, who had communicated with Emperor through psychic means, knew for a fact that this was exactly what Emperor meant.

Because to him, it didn't matter if the gamble failed; compared to the future of all humanity, he could afford to lose a few thousand lives.

"How many souls did it cost?"

Ramesses marked the data information he had been sharing with a red flag.

"No—"

Romulus let out a sharp, piercing shriek.

"No, how could Emperor do this?"

He could have at least shown some goodwill, or even just put on a decent attitude.

Did he treat them like tools, using them and then just walking away?

"At least give some feedback! A squeak would have made him seem human. He must have observed us through the Sisters of Battle in the Warp earlier, so doesn't he understand the attitude we displayed?"

Everyone was a bit angry.

It wasn't that they felt cheated by the cost of saving people, but rather because of Emperor's attitude.

It felt like he was saying, "Protect them or don't, it's up to you. I've marked them and assigned the task, now I'm leaving, you figure it out." He acted as if he had them completely figured out.

"Maybe it's precisely because he understands too well."

As the oldest among his friends, Ramesses had more life experience for personal reasons, and he knew exactly what kind of people his friends—who had just graduated from university—were.

Setting aside the majestic appearances that gave them an imposing aura in front of the citizens of the Imperium, these three in front of him radiated a temperament from the inside out that felt completely out of place with their surroundings.

Hmm, a kind of clear-eyed stupidity?

No, it couldn't be called stupidity.

It should be called kindness.

It was the kindness of those raised in the love of a healthy family, who had just stepped into society and still held beautiful expectations for others and the world.