The Choice on The Golden Throne

There is great terror between life and death, but to be honest, it is just that—nothing more than ascending to the heavens on the spot. Unless you failed to clear your phone's browsing history, it all ends the same way in the end.

Yet compared to death, the unknown is what is truly terrifying. You never know what will happen next, and that is exactly how Emperor feels right now.

Ever since waking up 1,000 years early and seeing that the Imperium of Man, which once believed in the Imperial Truth, had devolved into a rotting giant of ignorance and pervasive cults, Emperor had been in great pain. During that time, he had indeed tried his best.

The Adeptus Custodes, who had originally guarded the Imperial Palace, were dispatched by Emperor to maintain stability across various regions. They searched for the whereabouts of the Primarchs, purged treacherous officials and heretical paths, and from time to time, used the Khala Network to "dox" the Chaos Gods, reminding them that he was still alive and that they shouldn't be so rampant.

But the Imperium was simply too vast. Even though Emperor could shatter stars with his bare hands and wrestle with the Chaos Gods, he could not change the status quo of the Imperium. He saw too far and acted too impatiently; although his goals were all for the sake of the human race, no one could understand his vision. Not even his own sons.

One hundred years, two hundred years—as the third century approached, with miracles appearing in many parts of the Imperium and human faith gathering ever more densely, Emperor, who had been rushing to put out fires everywhere, could no longer hold on.

The day Emperor ascended to godhood was the day humanity would face Silence. Having known everything