???
Eden stared at the chanical construct before him, and his heart instantly sank.
Why did this thing look so familiar?
He took a deep breath and confird it again, his voice trembling slightly.
"You're telling … the key is this chair?"
His gut twisted.
This thing—it was practically a black version of the Golden Throne.
Was Kaul trying to set him up?
Or was this fate?
As if, being the Little Sun, he was destined to follow in the Emperor's footsteps.
Was he really going to end up sitting on a throne for eternity, just like the Emperor?
Would they both be forever trapped on their respective "toilets"?
Eden was not amused.
anwhile, Kaul was thrilled.
The Savior was so moved by his masterpiece that he was at a loss for words!
Kaul took this as the highest praise!
After all, he had not only replicated the key chanism to access the Webway but had also optimized it, thanks to his inspired genius.
Puffing out his chest with pride, Kaul strode confidently to the three-ter-tall chanical construct, several of his chanical arms lovingly stroking its surface.
"That's right! This is the key.
But it is not just any chair.
This is a marvel of technology, combining the knowledge of multiple species into one magnificent creation!"
He gestured dramatically.
"I have nad it—the Blackstone Throne!"
Kaul continued, his tone full of excitent.
"The original throne was too crude, too cold, too unrefined.
So, I improved upon it.
My Blackstone Throne is not only superior in performance but also far more comfortable!
A perfect blend of practicality and comfort!"
Given that this was the biggest project he had ever undertaken, and considering that the stingy Savior had granted him unlimited resources—
He had to repay that trust with perfection!
Kaul had poured his heart and soul into making the Blackstone Throne as flawless as possible.
To ensure maximum comfort, he had even sought the head maid Linda's opinion, making additional modifications based on her suggestions.
This was, without a doubt, the greatest creation of the genius Kaul!
Kaul was so moved by his own sincerity and dedication that he nearly teared up.
Eden, however, frowned as he stepped forward to examine the so-called Blackstone Throne.
It was, without a doubt, a purely chanical construct—its interior filled with an intricate network of conduits and circuits.
A massive chanical interface lood behind it, with hundreds, if not thousands, of colossal cables connecting the throne to the Blackstone Gate.
Eden forced a smile.
"The optimization you ntioned… you didn't just add a cushion to it, did you?"
The Blackstone Throne had clearly been decorated.
The seat was now covered in luxurious velvet cushions.
The tallic surfaces were inlaid with black-gray alloys and gemstones…
Oh, fantastic. How thoughtful.
It was literally a luxury soft-cushioned toilet.
Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.
Eden patted the Blackstone Throne and let out a dry chuckle—one that sounded more pained than amused.
"Of course not!"
Kaul was offended that the Savior had not yet grasped the depth of his genius.
He imdiately corrected him.
"This is not just a superficial redesign! There are countless ingenious enhancents!"
Eden raised an eyebrow, his voice filled with wariness.
"You're not about to tell the 'enhancents' include a seat-warming function, are you?"
Because he knew how Kaul's mind worked.
After all, he himself had been a bad influence on the chanicus.
Normally, tech-priests did not prioritize comfort.
Just look at their Dreadnoughts—those war machines were literal pain chambers for their pilots.
But ever since Eden introduced quality-of-life improvents, Kaul and his fellow tech-priests had strayed from the traditional chanicus doctrine.
In a way, this was a good thing.
Kaul blinked in mild surprise.
He hadn't expected the Savior to understand his thought process so well.
He grinned.
"Indeed, the Blackstone Throne does have a heating function.
But I didn't add it manually.
The cushions are made of special materials that conduct psychic energy, generating natural warmth as the energy flows through them!"
Eden went stiff.
You've got to be kidding .
He had jokingly ntioned it—only to find out that the damn thing actually had heating.
And that was just the beginning.
Kaul enthusiastically continued his sales pitch.
For example—
🔹 The built-in storage compartnts, which included a food warr and cooler—basically a mini-fridge.
🔹 Special chanical adjustnts to enhance seating comfort.
🔹 And, most importantly, an integrated office suite.
Kaul pressed a button on the armrest.
With a smooth chanical whir—
A fully functional work station unfolded from the side of the throne.
A large chanical screen appeared, along with communications equipnt capable of linking to the entire sector.
All of it was housed in energy-resistant casings and micro force fields to prevent psychic interference.
Kaul bead with pride.
"With these enhancents, you can conduct official business while operating the Blackstone Throne!"
…Wow. Just… wow.
Eden almost wanted to applaud this madman.
Sitting on this "Blackstone Toilet" while being forced to work overti—what kind of hellish experience was this?
Taking a deep breath, Eden patted Kaul's shoulder.
Then he asked the real question:
"Can soone else operate this thing?"
After all, the Psychic Academy had recruited a good number of powerful psykers.
For security reasons, his domain had strict regulations on psykers.
The Interior Ministry had issued policies encouraging psykers to register, offering generous benefits and better living conditions.
At Urth's Psychic Academy, psykers could live and work in a specially designed city, equipped with energy pipelines from the Little Sun to suppress Warp interference.
This allowed them to live normal lives, free from nightmares.
It also created a safer environnt for studying psychic powers.
In the past, psykers lived in fear, hiding from Imperial purges.
Now, they were proudly declaring their status to take advantage of governnt benefits.
With so many powerful psykers available, surely one of them could operate the Blackstone Throne instead of him… right?
Right?
Kaul's next words crushed that hope.
Kaul shook his head.
"Before you returned, we conducted multiple tests with the Psychic Academy.
Even the strongest psyker there couldn't handle the throne's energy drain.
The mont the Blackstone Throne activated, their psychic reserves were instantly drained.
If I hadn't cut the connection in ti, they would have suffered serious injuries—possibly fatal ones."
Eden pointed at himself.
"So… you're saying I'm the only one who can operate this thing?"
The Emperor, at least, had Malcador to help carry the burden.
But Eden?
He had no one.
Kaul nodded with conviction, his chanical arms twitching with excitent.
"Yes! Only you can control this magnificent machine!"
Kaul saw this as a blessing from the Omnissiah.
If only he had psychic power—he too would have wanted to sit on this legendary throne.
Too bad.
What a tragedy.
At that mont, a Tech-Sage arrived and rapidly spoke in binary.
Kaul turned to Eden with excitent.
"Savior, the chanical systems are fully calibrated!
All departnts are on standby—we are ready to initiate the test!"
Everyone on the platform turned to Eden, their eyes filled with awe and anticipation.
He would activate this grand machine—
And they would witness a miracle.
Eden shivered.
Why did this feel like he was being led to his execution?
But the project had taken too many resources to abandon now.
And he had already ntally prepared himself.
Taking a deep breath—
"Alright," he declared.
"Let's begin the test."
Eden gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
After all, the Blackstone Gate was intact—far more stable than the Emperor's hastily repaired Webway had ever been.
There shouldn't be too much risk.
"Alright then, Savior! Please take your seat!"
Kaul was ecstatic, scurrying over to operate the machinery like an eager child.
As one of the leading mbers of the Webway Preliminary Research and Observation Team, he could hardly wait to activate the Blackstone Gate and enter the Webway for the first ti.
Eden took a deep breath, ntally preparing himself, before settling onto the Blackstone Throne.
He shifted slightly.
Emmm...
He had to admit—Kaul's design was actually pretty good.
The cushioning was plush, well-fitted, and surprisingly comfortable…
Several chanical arms extended, attaching various conduction devices to his body.
The inner material of the conduits was soft, making their contact with his skin not particularly unpleasant.
Kaul approached, offering a final reminder:
"Savior, once the green light turns on, all you need to do is channel your psychic energy at full capacity—everything else will be handled automatically.
You are free to move, as long as your body remains seated on the throne and you continue channeling psychic power."
Then, as if recalling sothing, he smacked his forehead.
"Oh, right! If you feel uncomfortable sitting, you can recline—the backrest adjusts!"
"Simply press this button, and you can set it to any angle you prefer."
Eden was stunned.
Damn… Kaul really had absorbed his design philosophy.
What he didn't know, however, was that many of these features had been strongly insisted upon by Linda, the head maid.
To incorporate all of her requests, Kaul had pulled multiple all-nighters.
Of course, he was quite satisfied with Linda's suggestions.
He had even snuck in a few of his own 'creative' additions.
Eden pressed the adjustnt button, reclining the Blackstone Throne into a semi-laying position.
Much better.
…
He suddenly thought—the Emperor's Golden Throne was actually kind of crude in comparison.
This was the superior toilet.
But then, he imdiately caught himself.
Why was he comparing toilets?
Why was he competing over which one was more comfortable?
This was ridiculous!
Soon, Kaul finished the final calibrations.
He casually reached into the Blackstone Throne's storage compartnt and grabbed a can of ice-cold cola.
Then, he left.
RUMBLE—
chanical gears shifted.
Thick alloy plating rose around the Blackstone Throne, sealing Eden inside a closed chamber.
The plating served a dual purpose:
🔹 Containing the dispersed psychic energy to reduce waste.
🔹 Providing protection against potential attacks.
The alloy armor was reinforced with a force field, capable of withstanding warship-grade firepower for a short ti.
Of course, if enemies ever breached this area, it would an the entire sector was already in a state of catastrophic crisis.
And if the threat ca from within the Blackstone Gate itself…
Well, in that case, the alloy plating would be repurposed as battlefield cover.
Inside the chamber, the alloy plates locked into place, plunging the space into complete darkness.
HUMMM—
A soft light flickered on.
Then—
Eden began discovering the many additional features that Kaul had conveniently failed to ntion.
Because, of course, Kaul wanted to surprise him!
🔹 Adjustable lighting settings.
🔹 Temperature control system.
🔹 Music input and output.
🔹 Gaming consoles.
🔹 Aromatherapy diffusers.
…
Wait a damn minute.
The most basic feature—a multi-functional toilet—was also present.
Well… a toilet inside a throne wasn't exactly unexpected at this point.
But there was more.
A fully automated shower and cleansing system.
And then—
🔹 Kitchen appliances.
…
Hold on.
KAUL BUILT A KITCHEN INTO THIS THING?!
He expected him to cook while sitting on the damn throne?!
Absolutely insane.
Eden was completely speechless.
Kaul had sohow shoved every possible feature into this thing.
Had he just dumped every random idea that popped into his head into this design?
Knowing Kaul's usual thought process, the answer was probably yes.
Eden sighed deeply and stopped exploring.
This was too much.
Enough surprises for one day.
BEEP—
The green light turned on.
That ant everything was ready.
The only thing left was for Eden to activate the Blackstone Throne.
Once activated, the throne would channel signals through its intricate chanical conduits, controlling the Blackstone Gate and opening a passage into the Webway.
After confirming the stability of the passage—
Duke, Kaul, and the thousand-mber Webway Exploration Team would board escort ships and enter the Webway for initial reconnaissance.
Eden felt a twinge of nervousness.
Once he activated the Blackstone Throne, events would spiral into unpredictable territory.
But there was no turning back now.
Zzzzt—
Tiny golden arcs of electricity crackled as Eden channeled his psychic power.
The arcs thickened, surging outward, enveloping his entire body.
But that wasn't enough.
He increased his output, pushing it toward his limit.
His entire form blazed with golden radiance.
"Blackstone Throne—Activate!"
HUMMMMM—
The throne rumbled to life.
The surging psychic energy was imdiately absorbed, leaving only a faint golden aura around his body.
Soon, his entire psychic reservoir was drained.
Thankfully, the Little Sun within him replenished his energy, allowing him to continuously supply psychic power.
As the chanical behemoth roared to life, vast amounts of psychic energy flowed through its circuitry, channeling directly into the Blackstone Gate.
RUMBLE—
Eden felt the entire platform vibrate.
The Blackstone Gate had begun its activation sequence.
Now able to move freely, he reached out—
A chanical screen appeared, displaying the external view.
The Blackstone Gate trembled, its intricate rune patterns glowing.
The psychic energy funneled into four crystalline nodes, condensing into converging beams aid at the central ring of the gate.
The fabric of reality itself trembled.
A crack ford in the void—
Dark pink Warp energy leaked out.
The energy twisted and swirled, slowly coalescing into a stable portal.
The Blackstone Gate had successfully activated.
Cheers erupted from the outside.
Eden felt a brief rush of exhilaration, but quickly composed himself.
There was no point in celebrating alone.
Maintaining the Blackstone Throne was not difficult.
There was a mild stinging sensation, but given his enhanced physique, it was negligible.
The only real issue—
Was the feeling of confinent.
For the first ti, he truly understood the greatness and sacrifice of the Emperor.
For ten thousand years, the Emperor had sat alone on the Golden Throne, unable to move, speak, or escape his pain.
Now, Eden found himself seated on his own throne, alone and immobile.
…
Of course, his situation was temporary.
And thankfully, the Blackstone Throne's modifications made things far more enjoyable.
At least he could communicate with the outside world.
At least he wasn't trapped in complete sensory isolation.
At least his toilet was better.
For once, Eden was grateful for Kaul's ridiculous upgrades.
If sothing went wrong and he got stuck here, at least he wouldn't go insane from boredom.
He could still govern the sector from his throne.
Even if he had to stay seated, he could last years.
…
Wait.
Oh no.
Eden's expression darkened.
Had he just jinxed himself?
At that mont—
A faint psychic premonition rippled through him.
A subtle, ominous shift in the Warp…
A foreboding sense of change…
(End of Chapter)
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