Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor Chapter 168 - 169: The Superiority of the Savior’s Genes
Boom—
As fuel was injected, the chanical device roared to life, and flas shot fiercely out of the nozzle.
"Whoa, that's so serious firepower..."
At this mont, Eden confird that the contraption was indeed a chanical stove.
It had even been retrofitted from an assault ship's engine.
"Due to ti constraints, we only perford basic modifications to allow the tests to proceed," Moss explained.
Eden nodded, continuing to watch Plu, curious to see what exactly he was up to.
On the testing grounds, Plu dragged over the carcass of a massive Chaos creature.
He sliced off pieces of the dark, pollutant-laden flesh and stuffed them directly into his mouth, chewing deliberately.
It almost looked like he was savoring the taste.
Hiss... this guy's hardcore.
Ordinary Space Marines might lick such flesh to gather information, but this?
Who would directly chew on it?
And what was with that look of savoring it?
Even Void Angels, who could resist so degree of corruption, wouldn't go this far.
Eating it directly allowed pollutants to enter the circulatory system, likely causing poisoning.
It wouldn't be fatal, but it would definitely affect combat readiness.
Plu continued sampling pieces of flesh as though analyzing sothing.
Then, he cut large chunks of various Chaos creature at and placed them in a large tal barrel.
After that, he grabbed several chemical reagents from the stove setup and poured them in one by one in a specific order.
"Is he... marinating?"
Eden frowned. He was starting to get an idea of Plu's intentions.
He seed to be preparing barbecue for everyone.
The problem was, so of the reagents being used—Eden recognized them—were corrosive or highly toxic to the human body.
One vial, glowing a sickly green and marked with a skull, was clearly lethal.
Once the preparations were complete, a servo-skull floated over, handing Plu an apron and so cooking utensils.
Then it spread a tal sh over the flaming stove.
Plu donned the apron like a seasoned chef, pulled chunks of marinated Chaos at out of the barrel, and began slicing them expertly.
Once cut, he skewered the pieces on tal rods and placed them on the tal sh.
With a twist of a valve, flas shot up over two ters high.
Plu quickly grilled the skewers, finishing the process in just over ten seconds.
Finally, he grabbed an unknown powder, sprinkling it liberally over the at.
A greenish smoke sizzled up.
Watching all this, Eden suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.
Wasn't this supposed to be a combat test? How did it turn into an open-air barbecue stand?
It seed like the people under his command weren't quite normal...
Plu finished grilling.
He placed the Chaos at skewers on a plate and respectfully offered them to Eden.
"Savior, this is my humble culinary offering for you..."
Eden eyed the colorful, blackened skewers and swallowed nervously.
"Can... can this even be eaten?"
The at didn't look safe at all. Was Plu trying to poison the Gene-Father?
Plu's face radiated confidence.
"Please trust my skills and taste. This is a rare delicacy!"
Eden hesitated but decided to give it a try.
Fine, I've co this far.
The atmosphere was already built up, and not eating would seem unreasonable.
Besides, ordinary toxins couldn't harm him, at most causing mild discomfort.
Plus, it slled... surprisingly good.
Reluctantly, Eden grabbed a skewer and bit into it.
After just two bites, his eyes widened.
"Not bad... actually, it's delicious!"
The at was tender and savory, lting in his mouth with a unique flavor.
"Your praise is my highest honor!"
Hearing Eden's complint, Plu bead with pride.
As Eden ate, Moss began reporting on the genetic traits revealed by Plu's enhancents.
Plu's prehensile stomach, genetic modifications, and sensory nerves had undergone beneficial mutations and enhancents.
This enabled him to consu almost anything, even heavily polluted or toxic substances.
Moreover, his taste-detection nerves were incredibly sensitive.
He could identify toxins or pollutants in food and devise ways to neutralize them quickly.
With proper preparation, this allowed other warriors without specialized stomachs to safely consu such food.
Plu was essentially a galactic gourt chef chosen by fate.
More impressively, Plu could absorb biological mories by consuming flesh and blood.
Additionally, he could tabolize hormones from the consud at, slowly enhancing his physique and developing resistance to toxins.
This allowed for continuous growth!
Eden suddenly recalled that Space Marines could gain fragnted mories from consud flesh.
Would processed at still retain this effect?
He grabbed another skewer and handed it to Duke.
"Try it and tell how it feels."
Duke took a bite, seemingly surprised.
"Easy to digest, and it provides excellent energy."
"What about mory information?"
Duke frowned slightly.
"I got fragnted images... two rat-like creatures mating?
It seems processed at makes it easier to extract mory fragnts."
Eden was ecstatic.
This genetic trait wasn't just powerful; it had great auxiliary potential.
Unfortunately, only Plu possessed it for now.
However, by harvesting the genetic seeds from Plu, Eden could slowly propagate this trait.
Given enough ti, he could cultivate more genetic seeds through clones, eventually forming a specialized subChapter.
Eden looked at Plu, finding his actions increasingly familiar.
This guy resembled a fictional Chapter, the "People's Sons."
The subChapter ford from Plu's genetic seeds could adopt a similar style.
They'd specialize in guerrilla warfare, exchanging knowledge with other Chapters, and researching how to process alien and heretical flesh into als.
The universe had no shortage of xenos and heretics.
This subChapter could beco a mobile five-star restaurant of the galaxy, striking fear into their enemies.
And they wouldn't lack combat prowess either.
If an entire Chapter of Space Marines were like Plu, they could operate deep behind enemy lines without worrying about energy supplies.
As long as they weren't killed outright, they'd fight, eat, and grow stronger.
Eden could already envision a future where Plu's gene-sons gnawed on alien or daemon limbs mid-battle, terrifying their foes.
Fearso yet approachable—that would be their hallmark.
Resolute, Eden instructed Moss to finalize the plan for establishing this specialized subChapter.
The subChapter's na was still pending, but the plan would comnce in five years when Plu's first genetic seed matured.
"Savior," Moss said, raising his datapad after compiling the data.
"Our earlier assumptions were incorrect.
Based on current experintal data, genetic seeds derived from your genes possess unparalleled superiority..."
"Now that you ntion it," Eden muttered, finally realizing it himself.
Previously, he believed his genetic seeds were only stable, without special traits.
But now it was clear they weren't so stable after all.
Three mutations had already erged:
Void Angels' Chaos resistance, War Angels' psychic abilities, and Plu's mutated iron stomach and toxin-parsing capabilities.
Through Moss's analysis, Eden finally understood the true trait of his genetic seeds: Catalysis.
When implanted, his genetic seeds stimulated latent talents within warriors.
Whether they remained ordinary or gained special powers depended on the recipient's willpower and hidden potential.
For example, ordinary War Angels were weaker than standard Space Marines.
Yet so awakened psychic abilities, while Plu gained unique traits.
This catalytic effect amplified exceptional individuals.
If you were ordinary, it couldn't help you.
After Moss's explanation, Eden swallowed nervously.
Didn't this an his genetic seeds could mass-produce regular soldiers while also catalyzing elite warriors?
This was a ga-changer!
Suddenly, Eden felt a chill down his spine, breaking into a cold sweat.
What if the other Primarchs found out about this...?
(End of Chapter)
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