Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor, Three Hundred Years in Tax Arrears

"Why doesn't anyone want to be the planetary governor? Fine, I'll do it."

As a reincarnator, Fu Haoran only wanted to coast along and earn a few points. Reality soon taught him there was no such thing as a free lunch.

Fu Haoran discovered that the army's payroll was full of ghost soldiers, the fortresses were empty shells, and the entire hive city owed the Empire an astronomical three hundred years of unpaid tithes. The warships sent to collect would arrive in one hour.

The worse news? Countless gangs had carved up the lower hive, the upper-hive nobles wanted nothing more than to bleed the planet dry and flee, and the underhive harbored a bunch of burly bald men who chanted about the "Four-Armed Emperor" every day.

"Give me a break! Whoever wants this governor job can have it!"

Fu Haoran's only ability was to travel back to the "backward" era of 2K.

Who knew that the 2K era was actually the dawn of humanity's Dark Age of Technology!

Ding! Uncolonized hive world detected. Available for colonization.

Fu Haoran knew he could colonize it as a lord. The problem was... "This is America in the 2K era!"

There would be Baneblade tanks. There would be Knight Houses. There would be Titan Legions. Even the Gloriana-class battleships weren't out of the question!

Just as Fu Haoran thought this was merely a story about paying off debts and turning his fortunes around through outrageous exploits, and rolled up his sleeves for three years of hard work, the system quietly reminded him:

Player, it is currently the thirtieth millennium.

Fu Haoran: "Oh, so I've arrived pretty early... Wait, which faction did you say I'm in?!"

"...Is it too late for me to defect to the Emperor?!"