Eden traveled in his hovercar, passing by majestic statues and sacred buildings. Along both sides of the road, workers were planting flowers, shrubs, and trees as part of a massive landscaping project.
So of the towering trees, over ten ters high, required heavy machinery for planting.
These trees were products of the Botanical Research Institute and were more than just decorative.
The institute had tapped into the Little Sun's energy through specialized conduits, using it to cultivate plants and even infuse them with its unique properties.
These plants exhibited a faint resistance to pollution—a testant to the early stages of their research.
When Eden first learned of these developnts, he was astonished.
He had never imagined that the energy from the Little Sun could have such transformative effects.
The implications for agriculture were enormous: greater resilience and higher yields.
However, related crop developnt was still in progress. Eden could only hope for success in the near future.
He couldn't help but imagine his future titles:
God of Fertility and Growth, Lord of Life.
Truly, he was a Savior—a golden sun in the Warp!
Due to high costs, the first batch of special plants was planted exclusively within the Spire Estate. Gradually, they would spread throughout the upper hive and beyond.
This landscaping initiative was just one of many long-term projects.
As the hovercar sped down Triumphal Avenue, it passed under a massive volcanic rock archway, a deep red relic of a bygone era.
Standing tens of ters high, the ancient archway bore the marks of ti, its origins dating back to the feudal era before the Gong Empire.
Beyond the Spire Estate, the city resembled a sprawling construction site, with the sounds of heavy machinery filling the air.
The upper hive's transformation was in full swing. Many towering buildings bore bright red demolition marks several ters high.
Eden glanced at the signs and mused:
"Demolition is good.
I used to dream of my old, dilapidated ho getting demolished. Now, after pulling an all-nighter playing Warhamr, here I am..."
The demolition project encountered little resistance.
Even the families displaced from their hos had no complaints—many were overjoyed.
These families received substantial compensation in credits, enough to ease their struggles for decades.
So of them would ascend to citizen status far sooner than ordinary workers, securing better futures for their descendants.
While they might one day reminisce about living in the future holy ground of the upper hive, for now, they celebrated the chance for a fresh start.
Fifteen years ago, the great catastrophe and chaos had created unprecedented opportunities for social mobility.
Countless lower-hive refugees had entered the upper hive, many becoming the backbone of the Kingdom.
Arye, commander of the Storm Troopers, was a pri example.
Once a lower-hive resident, Arye had risen to beco one of Urth's most influential figures.
After the demolition, most citizens would return to the lower hive, reclaiming their original places in society.
Above, the Void Shields occasionally shimred with energy.
Beams from Void Lances pierced the heavens, striking unseen targets in the void.
The Adeptus chanicus crews were constructing and fine-tuning the defense system, laying the groundwork for a multi-layered defensive array.
"Let's take that route," Eden instructed, pointing to a demolition zone.
The hovercar turned toward a shantytown where workers dismantled structures with the help of machinery.
Looking at the familiar site, Eden was overco with emotion.
His first inspection of the territory, accompanied by Bayev, had brought him here.
Back then, the people lived in extre poverty and hunger.
Many couldn't afford even a single al of corpse-starch per day, often dying of starvation in the streets.
Their eyes held only despair, numbness, fear, and even hatred.
Eden had witnessed people collapse from hunger, their bodies dragged away by black-armored logistics soldiers to be processed for moisture and bio-protein extraction.
At the ti, he was powerless to change anything.
Now, everything was different.
Workers paused montarily to glance at the Governor's golden hovercar.
They suppressed their excitent, offering brief salutes filled with reverence and hope before resuming their tasks.
According to the Labor Manual, individuals were permitted to salute the "Sole Exalted One" under certain circumstances, but prolonged interruptions were discouraged.
True gratitude and respect were demonstrated through hard work and fulfilling one's duties.
The workers' diligence reflected a newfound hope.
They no longer starved and could provide for their families through honest labor.
They knew that decades of hard work could elevate them to citizen status, granting access to better resources.
By working even harder, they could secure brighter futures for their children.
Among them were war prisoners without citizenship.
These individuals worked with unmatched enthusiasm, knowing that success in their labor would earn them citizenship.
When people believed their efforts would be rewarded, they beca exceptionally motivated—especially in the brutal crucible of the galaxy.
Eden smiled with satisfaction:
"I've built a society where wages are paid on ti and overti is always compensated!"
Thanks to the psychic network, all payroll was tracked and distributed instantly. Delayed or unpaid wages were a thing of the past.
Apart from Eden, no one could interfere with this system.
After reminiscing for a mont, Eden ordered the hovercar to engage flight mode, accelerating toward his destination.
Soon, the hovercar arrived at the Loyalist Academy.
Beyond its grand, intricately carved gates, Eden's gaze was drawn to a magnificent, sacred statue towering above the campus...
(End of Chapter)
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