Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Mr. 0009, would you be interested in learning about the emperor on the golden throne?

Zhou Yun, holding the six copper coins between his fingers, walked into the market closest to his apartment.

"Come, come, take a look! This fish sauce from Tarasal is so good you could eat three loaves of bread dipped in it!"

"Olives, fresh olives, crisp, refreshing, and sweet!"

"The marble from Hera's Crown is excellent for carving. Come and take a look!"

"Try the wine from Lax Planet!"

As soon as Zhou Yun stepped into the market, his nostrils were filled with the fishy and fresh smell of fish sauce and the sweet aroma of various fruits, his ears were filled with the shouts of vendors at various stalls, and his eyes were filled with a variety of colorful and diverse products.

The sheer volume of information even made Zhou Yun feel slightly dizzy, but he still keenly noticed the soldiers guarding the market among the crowd.

After returning from his expedition against the Illyrian barbarians in the polar regions, where he had gained immense prestige, Archon Connor began reforms for the city and the planet.

This includes newly launched urban development projects that will create new jobs, the establishment of a new city guard, reductions in taxes on agricultural products from self-cultivated farmers entering the city, and enhanced connections between Macurag and other planets.

Zhou Yun's gaze swept over the laser carbines in the soldiers' hands.

This thing can completely vaporize a person's head with just one shot. The warriors wielding these laser weapons are dressed in armor resembling that of ancient soldiers, guarding a market that is the first of its kind in the style of a thousand-year-old human, a market that is selling ingredients from another planet.

This eerie sense of contrast permeates the entire Macurag.

This strange phenomenon is all due to that old night that swallowed the entire Milky Way.

Human civilization once conquered almost the entire galaxy, becoming a behemoth comparable to the Eldar Empire.

At that time, human civilization had advanced, technology had progressed, and society had become unified. Dozens of once-powerful alien races were forced to enter into a non-aggression pact with humanity, simply because human technology had become extraordinary.

They can easily extinguish stars and reverse planetary orbits; they can shape the flow of time and reshape the size of space. STC technology allows everything to be easily produced, and highly intelligent Iron Men serve as slaves to humanity.

Humans of that era were so powerful that when later generations talk about them, it's as if they're discussing a myth.

But the Iron Man rebellion was the beginning of everything's collapse. The cause, process, and outcome of that war have been swallowed up by history. No one knows what happened; all that is known is that afterwards, the fear of artificial intelligence was etched into our genes, and... that it deeply damaged human civilization.

Even so, the weakened human civilization still controlled the stars and the material universe, until a storm arose in the subspace hidden behind the material universe.

Human civilization at that time relied heavily on the subspace. Not to mention many technologies that depended on the subspace, the most crucial navigation technology that maintained the unity of the entire human civilization depended on the nature of the subspace itself.

The raging storms in the warp severed the connections between humanity's different colonies. Civilizations that once spanned the stars were fragmented into small pieces. Many highly specialized planets, built for efficiency, rapidly declined due to a lack of imported resources. Magnificent cities that were once paradises quickly became filthy haunts. Severe famine began to spread, technology began to regress, and civilization began to decline.

This was just the beginning. The effects of the warp storm quickly spread from the warp into reality. Human genes began to mutate frequently, and out-of-control mutants and crazed psykers appeared in large numbers. Even the bizarre and terrifying creatures from the warp began to enter reality. It is said that many planets simply crashed into the warp.

Those aliens who had once signed peace treaties with humanity seized the opportunity, betrayed humanity, and began enslaving, plundering, and slaughtering them...

Ultimately, chaos replaced civilization, madness replaced wisdom, superstition replaced reason, darkness replaced light, and despair replaced hope. Human civilization was plunged into a chaotic night.

That catastrophe, which lasted for thousands of years, was called the Old Night.

Macurag was one of the luckier ones; this mountainous planet survived, and its inhabitants preserved or unearthed some of the old technologies, even rebuilding a sub-light-speed engine, allowing them to travel between nearby planets.

This has created a unique landscape on this planet where primitive and advanced elements coexist.

Perhaps that's why Zhou Yun actually managed to buy parchment at the market.

Rubbing the parchment in his hands, Zhou Yun couldn't help but marvel at his good fortune.

Compared to paper made from industrial pulp, parchment is better suited for certain rituals, although it is not as suitable as papyrus for performing certain psionic spells.

To be honest, Zhou Yun wasn't sure why papyrus and parchment had this function.

Perhaps it's simply because, in people's minds, these two types of paper are more associated with magic, rituals, and the like?

After all, the subspace is the dimension of consciousness, and cognition truly has power in this dimension; the heart of belief is truly your magic.

Like some kind of giant moth archetype, whose unwavering belief in his invented numerology system led to the fact that this purely superstitious thing, which was neither scientific nor magical, actually had an effect.

Zhou Yun tucked the parchment he had bought under his left arm, then bought two loaves of bread from the bakery, a jar of fish sauce from the Tarasal Ocean Planet from a stall, and some fresh fruits and vegetables. He then prepared to leave the market.

But as noon approached, the market became increasingly crowded, and Zhou Yun struggled to squeeze his way to a spot near the market entrance...

"Sir, would you be willing to take a little time to learn about our one and only Lord?"

"Madam, would you like to learn about the one true God?"

"gentlemen....."

"..." Zhou Yun saw a girl preaching at the main entrance.

The little girl was wearing a simple brown robe, her hair was carefully tied up, and beads of sweat were hanging on her forehead. She was holding several sheets of paper covered with writing in her hands and was preaching to passersby in the market.

But when pedestrians heard the words "the only master," they seemed to be provoked, and they all showed expressions of boredom and disgust as they avoided him.

Tsk... Zhou Yun decided to avoid her as well.

Behind the religions of this universe are either four street vendors, some wild demon, or a dragon sleeping beneath Mars.

Even if there's nothing behind it, a warp can still be created...

But as if sensing Zhou Yun's gaze, the girl turned her head and their eyes met.

Then the girl squeezed through the crowded people and walked towards Zhou Yun.

"Sir, would you be interested in learning more about our unique and genuine ——————"

"Young lady, would you be interested in learning about the human emperor who sits on the golden throne?"