Why Is Everyone So Humble? No One Wants to Be a Planetary Governor?

"Alright, let's get down to business. Who is going to be the new Governor?" the leader, Vasily, suddenly asked.

Fu Haoran briefly suspected he had misheard.

This was a planetary governor, after all; in ancient times, that would be equivalent to a feudal lord.

And now, someone was saying they didn't want it?

But Fu Haoran didn't chime in. When it came to seniority, he was just a newbie.

Of course, the most important thing was that he was merely a Reincarnator grinding for missions in this world. Once he finished this task, he would be gone, with at most a slim chance of returning to revisit the site in the future.

Naturally, if he had any say in it, Fu Haoran would rather die than return to this "cesspool" of a world.

There was no helping it; this world was too dangerous, where human lives were as cheap as grass and demigods walked everywhere.

However, a minute passed, then two minutes... and to his surprise, no one in the room responded!

Fu Haoran scanned the room and found that everyone was sitting as straight as primary school students, yet their eyes were darting around, avoiding contact.

This shouldn't be happening. If everyone is so self-righteous and clean, then why did you all start a rebellion in the first place?

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence:

"Fu Haoran, I think you are quite suitable to be the Governor. We are all old and can't handle the workload anymore."

The person speaking was Mikhail. If it had been anyone else, Fu Haoran might have been a little touched.

But the man was an aristocrat—though he only had the title left, he had always looked down on others.

Why the sudden change of heart today?

Could it be that dogs had stopped eating dung today?

"Hmm, that makes sense. Fu Haoran is a man of talent, responsibility, and compassion."

"Indeed, the future belongs to the young. Just like the proverb from Ancient Terra: the waves of the Yangtze River push the ones before them. It is time for us to step aside."

"The position of Governor belongs to him!"

Fu Haoran felt that something was off. Since when had everyone become so easy to talk to?

Whatever, I'll just take it for now!

Anyway, I can run away in three days. Being a Governor for the experience will net me more points; it's definitely not a loss.

Thus, Fu Haoran was uncharacteristically humble for once: "Since everyone has said so, I shall respectfully decline no further."

Fu Haoran smiled brilliantly.

The others smiled just as brilliantly.

The next day, Fu Haoran stood on the high platform of the coronation ceremony, his expression somewhat ugly.

Vasily, Brandon, Mikhail... none of the familiar faces had shown up!

Below the stage, there was only the Guard Regiment led by Wade and a few young staff officers. Aside from them, he was the only one of the big shots left.

Are they afraid I'll kill the donkey once the grinding is done?

We were comrades-in-arms, at least wait until I'm crowned before you run off.

The more Fu Haoran thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Why does it feel like someone is trying to harm This Lonely One?!

Just as Fu Haoran was about to order someone to investigate, Wade ran over, his tone grave: "My Lord, Vasily, Brandon, and the others have appeared at the Starport with their entire families. It looks like they are leaving this planet!"

"They brought their whole families?" Fu Haoran asked back.

Wade nodded heavily.

Fu Haoran's eyelids twitched frantically.

The last time this happened was before he transmigrated!

Back then, Fu Haoran had bought the deluxe edition of Space Marine 2. In the user agreement that popped up after launching the game, there was a particularly eye-catching line of text: "After the user dies, their soul will be reincarnated into the Warhammer 40K universe to serve the Emperor for eternity."

Fu Haoran had laughed at the time.

It was understandable for a game company to throw in some gaming memes.

At that moment, Fu Haoran's eyelids had twitched frantically.

The next day, Fu Haoran went to work.

Who could have guessed that while he was squatting on the ground debugging a machine tool, a hundred-ton Isekai Truck would burst through the wall!

Fu Haoran was completely stunned, and three massive question marks flashed through his mind:

No! How did you drive in here?

Why aren't you braking? Are you a female driver who relies on screaming to stop the car?

You did this on purpose, didn't you?! No matter where I run, you chase me!

The moment he collided with the truck, Fu Haoran saw the driver.

It was an old man in a hooded robe, flashing him a sinister grin.

"What the hell! Are truck drivers abroad all this insane?!"

After that, Fu Haoran only felt his entire body go airborne.

For the year that followed, he lived more miserably than a Hive World rat, muddled and drifting along with the rebels.

Now, that familiar twitch in his eyelid had returned!

"Forget it, I'll be the Governor first, then leave this place immediately."

Under the supervision of the Tech-Priest, the genetic verification was completed smoothly.

[Identity entry complete, highest authority for Planet Si-Sai IV unlocked, rights and responsibilities bound.]

[Class binding successful! Congratulations to the player for becoming the Governor of Planet Si-Sai IV.]

[Authority]

[1. Can channel resources and technology from different worlds back to the territory to build and upgrade unique facilities, unlocking the Fusion Tech Tree.]

[2. Can train and arm a private army within the territory to accompany you in campaigns across subsequent Reincarnator worlds.]

[Skill Acquired: Cross-Dimensional Travel (Costs 100 Universal Points per use)]

[Special Status: Cannot initiate the next Reincarnator world until the mission is complete.]

"A liege... a planetary Governor... and I can bring an army to travel to other worlds?"

Fu Haoran was extremely satisfied.

"With this ability, I can lead an army to sweep through low-magic worlds and plunder resources; I might even be able to land a position as a High Lord..."

Ding!

[Main Mandatory Mission Triggered: Imperial Duty: Tithe Collection]

[Mission Description: Pay the 300-year overdue tithe to the Empire.]

[Mission Difficulty: SSS (99.7% mortality rate)]

[Given that the Reincarnator has voluntarily stepped into such a desperate situation, your courage is commendable.]

[Achievement Unlocked: Game Breaker, Strength +3 (Don't ask why Intelligence wasn't increased)]

Fu Haoran's expression froze.

"WTF?! The Tithe!?"

Fu Haoran wanted to curse.

On the surface, it was 10% of production, but in practice, it was 90%.

The Empire only cared about collection and ignored the conditions of the Hive World; even if you suffered a catastrophe or war that year, the amount remained the same.

You won't pay?

The Empire says there are plenty of people who will.

If Fu Haoran didn't realize he had been set up by now, he felt he might as well go jump off a cliff.

Fu Haoran grabbed the communicator.

"Brandon, what is this about the tithe?"

Brandon paused, then said in an indifferent tone, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. This planet owes three hundred years of tithes. It's been so long that everyone had forgotten about it."

"It was only a few years ago that the Hive received word from the Imperial Ministry of Interior that they were coming to collect."

"The old nobles knew they couldn't make up the deficit, so they chose to run, which gave us the opportunity to revolt."

"We only saw the full financial records after we took over the Hive."

"However, we figured someone had to be the scapegoat. After looking around, we found that you, a commoner with no foundation, were the most suitable."

"We just didn't expect you to agree so readily," Brandon said unscrupulously.

"Otherwise, what makes you think you could sit in that seat?"

"Alright, Governor, enjoy your remaining days. We will miss you, Excellency."

Fu Haoran's eyes turned cold.

"Since you have no loyalty, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Fu Haoran turned and ordered Wade: "Lock onto the space elevator and open fire!"

"My Lord, you mustn't!" Wade hurriedly tried to dissuade him, "That is one of the only two orbital elevators on the entire planet; it handles 70% of our interstellar trade and logistics!"

"If you blow it up, you'll cut off the port's cargo flow and offend every single noble!"

"I know," Fu Haoran interrupted, his voice terrifyingly calm, "That's why they dared to show their hand to me just now, without even bothering to act."

"They were certain I wouldn't dare to flip the table, betting that I would weigh the pros and cons."

"But they were wrong. Only losers like to weigh the pros and cons."

"Now, bombard the Starport!"

"I want to make sure not a single one of them gets away!"