Chapter 42 Welcome Back Great Emperor of Imperium Secundus Bonus

— Terraforming an entire planetary body was fundamentally trivial for Vane.

Moving with practiced, terrifying efficiency, he constructed a massive Atmospheric Control Spire to rapidly seal the ruptured atmospheric envelope of Baal Prime.

He then aggressively deployed the Industrial Rainmaker Array and spammed literal tons of Bone Meal and floral spores into the dispersal vents, rapidly completely overhauling the planet’s biosphere.

Once the terraforming was complete, he constructed a fully automated, hyper-optimized agricultural complex just outside the perimeter of the Arx Angelicum on Baal.

Aside from the requested grapes, Vane planted massive orchards of apples, peaches, mangoes, and lychees.

Utilizing specialized Bone Meal, he forcefully accelerated the saplings’ growth cycles, pushing them immediately into the fruiting stage.

However, when Vane opened his UI to inspect the status of the fruit trees, he noticed a deeply concerning anomaly.

Every single crop within the automated farm had been inflicted with an unknown, localized debuff.

Activating his Information Mod to analyze the debuff, Vane received a comprehensive lore breakdown.

[The Curse of the Fallen Vampiric Ascendancy: A highly psychic, vampiric xenos race were the original, indigenous inhabitants of the Baal System.

Possessing immense psychic power and near-infinite lifespans, they were once a dominant galactic power.] [However, in their absolute arrogance, they designated the Aeldari Empire and the remnants of the Old Ones as ‘prey’.

This catastrophic miscalculation provoked the absolute, apocalyptic wrath of the Aeldari Pantheon and their empire.

The Vampiric Ascendancy was aggressively, completely exterminated.] [The ‘Red Scar’—the massive, highly anomalous radioactive zone spanning multiple sectors around Baal—is the literal, physical scar left behind by that apocalyptic war.] [The absolute, terrifying extermination of the Vampiric Ascendancy generated a catastrophic psychic death-scream that permanently cursed their homeworld.

Any biological entity residing within this system is subtly, continually corrupted by the curse, developing an insatiable thirst for blood and descending into mindless rage.] [Flora is equally corrupted.

The soil is cursed to ensure that no plant will ever bear sweet fruit, forever mirroring the bitter, agonizing fate of the Vampiric Ascendancy.] “Wait a minute…

is this actually Baal’s deep lore?” Vane read the curse description, genuinely surprised.

No wonder the Aeldari act so incredibly arrogant all the time.

Their ancestors were literally capable of erasing entire galactic superpowers from existence without breaking a sweat.

The Red Scar was a massive, highly anomalous sector of space surrounding the Baal System.

Imperial scholars had spent millennia arguing that it was simply a naturally occurring cluster of violent stellar anomalies.

Who would have guessed it was actually the physical aftermath of an apocalyptic, ancient xenos war?

Honestly, the lore implications here are staggering.

During the Great Crusade, the Silent King of the Necrons had specifically requested a secret, highly classified meeting with Sanguinius.

The fandom had endlessly debated the exact reason for that meeting, but this lore drop provided a massive clue.

Szarekh, the Silent King, was the absolute pinnacle of Necron arrogance.

During the War in Heaven, he had personally ordered the catastrophic shattering of the C’tan Star Gods.

He would absolutely not casually seek an audience with a ‘minor Warp entity’ like a Primarch unless he possessed a highly specific, aggressively pragmatic ulterior motive.

It’s highly probable that when the Silent King first returned from the intergalactic void, he lacked updated intelligence on the current state of the Aeldari.

He likely intended to exploit the Blood Angels’ localized ‘vampiric curse’—a curse directly inflicted by the Aeldari—to manipulate Sanguinius into a military alliance against their mutual enemy.

If he could successfully goad the Blood Angels into launching a crusade against the Aeldari, the rest of the Imperium would inevitably follow suit.

The Silent King could then sit back and comfortably reap the rewards while his two greatest enemies slaughtered each other.

But once he gathered enough intelligence to realize the Aeldari Empire had already been completely annihilated by the birth of Slaanesh, he simply abandoned the plan.

“The lore in this universe is literally never ending,” Vane muttered to himself, shaking his head before casually opening his inventory.

The Farmer’s Delight and associated agricultural modpacks featured highly specialized ‘Blessed Fertilizer’ explicitly coded to aggressively purge all negative debuffs and localized curses, guaranteeing optimal crop yields.

Even if a literal Chaos God personally cursed the dirt, the fertilizer would completely override it.

Vane rapidly synthesized a massive batch of Blessed Fertilizer and aggressively spammed it onto the roots of the cursed orchards.

A moment later, he re-checked the crop status.

The Aeldari curse had been completely, permanently deleted.

Waiting a single in-game day for the ticks to pass, the trees rapidly bloomed and produced massive, ridiculously heavy clusters of fruit, physically weighing down the branches.

“The Forefather…

actually grew fruit on Baal?” Dante, the High Command of the Blood Angels, and the visiting Chapter Masters of the Successor Chapters had all received Vane’s formal invitation to the automated farm.

The moment they walked through the gates and witnessed the impossibly lush, vibrant orchards overflowing with massive, pristine fruit, they were completely stun-locked.

“I wonder what it tastes like…” Mephiston muttered.

He reached out, plucked a massive red apple, and took a hesitant bite.

The flesh was incredibly crisp, explosively juicy, and astonishingly sweet.

His eyes widened, and he rapidly devoured the entire apple in three bites.

“It’s delicious.” Unable to control himself, Mephiston immediately reached for another one.

“Is it truly that good?” Corbulo, the Chief Apothecary, curiously plucked a peach.

The moment he bit into it, his eyes practically glowed.

It was genuinely phenomenal.

“How is it this sweet?

We spent centuries terraforming the localized soil, building hyper-advanced biodomes, and importing specialized seeds…

and we still couldn’t grow anything edible!” Dante muttered in disbelief, aggressively munching on a bunch of grapes.

Why had they expended astronomical amounts of time, resources, and Tech-Priest sanity, only to produce bitter, armored garbage…

…while the Forefather effortlessly grew massive, incredibly sweet fruit in a matter of days?!

It completely violated every known law of physics and agriculture!

Then again…

absolutely nothing the Forefather did adhered to the laws of reality anyway.

“The Forefather’s power is absolute.

Even if he decided to farm on the surface of a sun, I suspect his harvest would be vastly superior to ours,” Seth, the notoriously brutal Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers, declared as he aggressively inhaled a mango.

“I completely concur,” Malakim Phoros nodded, furiously eating an apple.

“The first time I tried Baalite fruit, I genuinely experienced an existential crisis.

I couldn’t comprehend how something so vile could legally be classified as ‘fruit’.” “The outer shells of Baalite fruit are so absurdly dense you could literally load them into a bolter and use them as armor-piercing rounds!” Tyberos grunted in agreement, thoroughly enjoying a peach.

The Chapter Masters of the Blood aggressively devoured the fruit, offering non-stop, muffled praise.

As transhuman Astartes, they were biologically engineered to be entirely devoid of mortal desires or gluttony.

However, the sheer, overpowered culinary stats of Vane’s modded fruit completely bypassed their transhuman conditioning, forcing them to indulge.

Watching the legendary Chapter Masters gorge themselves like starving children, Vane put his hands on his hips, radiating absolute, unapologetic smugness.

Is there any feeling in the universe more satisfying than having your hard work validated by others?

Honestly, the culinary quality of the fruit produced by Farmer’s Delight was genuinely absurd.

Once I finish the main Campaign Quest and fully unlock every single crafting recipe, I should seriously consider building a Cross-Dimensional Nether Portal and dominating the inter-dimensional export market.

The title of ‘Inter-Dimensional Merchant’ actually sounds incredibly nice.

[TL/N: Only my old readers would get this reference 🙂 ] I can already vividly picture myself sitting at a massive table, puffing on an oversized cigar, aggressively negotiating trade deals with the representatives of other universes.

“Alright, kids, open your borders and accept my free trade agreements…

or I’m going to aggressively deploy orbital bombardment.

The choice is yours.” Okay, that thought process derailed violently.

I need to focus on completing the Warhammer Campaign Quest first.

Vane forcefully suppressed his chaotic imagination and refocused on the task at hand.

Baal, Baal Prime, and Baal Secundus had all been successfully terraformed into breathtaking Garden Worlds.

It was finally time to formally welcome the Great Emperor of Imperium Secundus back to his loyal, beautiful homeworld.

Vane patiently waited until Dante had eaten enough fruit to look thoroughly satisfied before walking up to the Chapter Master.

“Alright.

Take me to the Great Angel’s resting place.” Hearing Vane’s command, Dante’s expression instantly shifted from culinary bliss to absolute, ecstatic joy.

“Forefather!

Are you…

are you truly ready to resurrect the Great Angel?!” Vane threw his hands up, looking exasperated.

“Well, yeah.

What else would I be doing?

Going down there to admire Sanguinius’s incredibly handsome, perfectly preserved corpse?” “Speaking of which…

what exactly is the structural integrity of the Great Angel’s body right now?

I remember reading that during the final duel on the Vengeful Spirit, Horus used Worldbreaker to violently disrespect the corpse.

Please tell me Sanguinius hasn’t been completely pulverized into a bloody paste.” Dante’s mouth violently twitched.

He stared at Vane, his eyes filled with profound, exhausting resignation.

If literally anyone else in the entire galaxy—even the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes or the Fabricator-General of Mars—had dared to speak so casually and disrespectfully about the Great Angel’s death, Dante would have instantly drawn his Axe Mortalis and fought them to the death.

Mephiston, Corbulo, and the other Sons of Sanguinius exchanged equally speechless, utterly resigned glances.

– TL/N: Damn, if Vane didn’t have all that power.

He would probably be dead right now… Anyway Next Bonus at 600 Powerstones!

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