Holy crap, they ran a background check on me.
Vane knew perfectly well that his ability to bestow the Emperor’s blessing had absolutely nothing to do with faith or devotion.
It was purely driven by Minecraft’s backend mechanics and item codes.
Normal believers were basically end-users on a client server; they had absolutely no control over what data the server decided to send back.
But Vane?
He was directly pinging the Emperor’s core API and raw database, manually executing commands to dictate exactly what data was returned.
If he had just used it on himself privately, he probably would have slipped under the radar.
But today, he had aggressively spammed an AoE divine blessing across an entire battlefield of Astartes and Battle Sisters.
A spike in bandwidth usage that massive was guaranteed to trip the server admin’s alarms.
Note to self: next time I farm blessings from the Chaos Gods, I definitely need to use a VPN and an alt account.
The incomprehensible Will violently forced its way into Canoness Amity’s mortal vessel.
Her eyes instantly ignited with blinding, golden flames, radiating an aura of absolute, crushing majesty that made the very air tremble.
It was a miracle that the Great Rift hadn’t torn the galaxy in half yet, and that the Tyranid’s Shadow in the Warp severely throttled psychic connections.
As a result, the Emperor could only project a microscopic fraction of His true power.
Had He manifested with any more force, the sheer metaphysical weight of His presence would have instantly incinerated Amity’s soul and body to ash.
Through Amity’s burning golden eyes, the God-Emperor of Mankind stared directly at Vane.
His gaze was as ancient as time itself and as completely, utterly frigid as the deep void.
The flow of time in the immediate vicinity instantly flatlined.
The entire battlefield froze in absolute stasis.
The falling rain, the suspended bolter shells, the mid-swing chainswords—everything halted.
Only Vane retained the freedom to move.
Vane stared right back into the Emperor’s burning eyes, absolutely unintimidated, completely ignoring the metaphysical pressure.
If a normal human had locked eyes with the Emperor in this state, their soul and flesh would have been instantly vaporized by the sheer magnitude of His psychic presence.
Even if the Emperor spent the next ten thousand years aggressively denying He was a god, it couldn’t change the objective fact that He fundamentally possessed the power and ontological status of a deity.
And mortals do not casually lock eyes with gods.
But Vane felt absolutely zero pressure.
He just stood there, staring right back, even finding the mood to crack a joke.
The Emperor might functionally be the Fifth Chaos God, the Dark King of the Warp, but Vane’s inventory was practically overflowing with god-killing superweapons.
The Solar Zenith Cannon, the Blade of Silver Annihilation, the Final Sword, the Aetheric Phase Engine, the Altar of Apotheosis—every single one of these modded endgame artifacts wielded the conceptual power to completely erase reality.
To farm the crafting recipes and raw materials for these conceptual superweapons, Vane had systematically strip-mined and annihilated countless parallel dimensions within the Minecraft multiverse.
After all, he was a player who possessed the ultimate cheat code: the Command Block.
Assuming his inventory and EMC points hadn’t been completely wiped during the transmigration, if he hadn’t accidentally shattered the Milky Way galaxy within his first week, he would have considered himself a massive failure.
After staring each other down for a long moment, Vane broke the silence first.
“Ah, Mr.
Neoth, perfect timing.
I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the relocation compensation payout for the Imperial Palace.” “As a registered citizen of the Second Millennium, I am legally entitled to assert my property rights.” “And given the tragic fact that literally every other legal heir from my era has kicked the bucket, I’m going to need you to wire the entire planetary compensation fund directly into my personal account.” “I am fully prepared to bear the agonizing burden of their loss by recklessly spending their inheritance in their honor.” Hearing the man claim to be a human ancestor from the Second Millennium, a flicker of genuine confusion passed through the Emperor’s golden eyes.
The Second Millennium was nearly forty thousand years ago.
To live that long, this man absolutely had to be a Perpetual.
Yet the Emperor personally knew every single Perpetual that existed during that era.
He had never once encountered this man.
Did this individual intentionally conceal his identity for forty millennia?
Did he deliberately avoid the other Perpetuals to ensure he remained entirely off my radar?
Seeing the Emperor remain utterly silent, Vane just kept rambling.
“You started building the Imperial Palace ten thousand years ago, so we’ll calculate the backpay starting from that exact date.” “Processing fees, administrative fees, late penalties, service charges, plus the principal compensation…
add all that up, and we’ll apply a highly reasonable, completely legal 36% compound interest rate per annum.” “Compound interest on top of compound interest on top of compound interest…
You know what?
Since you’ve had a rough ten millennia on that chair, I’ll cut you a massive discount.
We’ll call it a flat two hundred billion star systems, and we’ll consider the debt settled.” The Emperor’s golden pupils violently twitched.
He nearly lost His divine composure on the spot.
A flat two hundred billion star systems to settle a real estate dispute?!
The entire Imperium of Man combined doesn’t even possess two hundred billion star systems!
“If you can’t pay up, there’s always option two.
I’m currently looking for cheap labor.
Since you’re broke, you can just come work for me.” “I’ll start you at a generous two thousand eight hundred Imperial Credits a month, interest frozen during employment.
Work a few tens of billions of years, and you should be able to pay it off.” “How about it?
I’m a pretty merciful boss, right?” The Emperor: “…” This man is a completely unregulated hyper-capitalist!
While the Emperor still hadn’t fully deciphered the true nature of Vane’s origin, skimming the surface thoughts of everyone else on the battlefield confirmed one critical fact: this man was fighting for humanity.
He claimed the title of Forefather and actively sought to clean up the Imperium’s catastrophic mess.
Excellent.
Outstanding.
He is a highly capable, completely self-motivated workhorse.
The crushing burden of saving humanity is now officially yours.
“Hello?
Why aren’t you saying anything?
Don’t just give me the silent treatment the second I ask a hard question!” Vane walked right up to the possessed Canoness Amity.
“Look, even if you refuse to speak, you still legally owe me!” “Oh come on!
Don’t tell me you’re actually planning to default on the debt and completely ghost me?!” Having mathematically determined that Vane posed absolutely zero threat to humanity’s continued survival, the Emperor immediately severed the connection, His Will vanishing entirely.
Time resumed its normal flow.
The universe violently snapped back into motion.
The golden flames in Amity’s eyes instantly extinguished.
She collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious, triggering a wave of panicked screams from the surrounding Battle Sisters.
“He literally just dipped without saying a single word?!” Vane was completely speechless.
Does this old man have absolutely nothing better to do?
He possesses a mortal, stares at me in silence, and then just unplugs his router?!
Vane felt incredibly frustrated, like he had just thrown a haymaker into a pile of cotton.
Whatever.
Once I eventually make it to Terra, I’m marching right up to the Golden Throne, grabbing him by the collar, and violently shaking him until he gives me an answer.
“Quickly, summon the Hospitaller!” “Why did she suddenly collapse?!” “…” The panicked voices of the Sisters snapped Vane out of his annoyed stupor.
He walked over to the unconscious Canoness Amity and casually pulled an Enchanted Golden Apple out of his inventory.
“Feed her this.” The Sisters exchanged hesitant, frantic glances, but trusting the Forefather’s divine authority, they immediately complied.
The moment they fed her the Enchanted Golden Apple, color rapidly returned to Amity’s deathly pale face, and her eyes fluttered open.
Acting as a direct conduit for the God-Emperor placed an unimaginably catastrophic burden on a mortal vessel, severely burning both the physical body and the soul.
However, the Enchanted Golden Apple’s overpowered regenerative properties perfectly countered the divine recoil.
“Alright, let’s move out.
Next stop: Tartaros.” After confirming the Canoness was stabilized, Vane tracked down Dante and Seth, ordering them to rally their respective Chapters for immediate deployment.
As for abandoning the defensive line on Lysios?
There was zero need to worry.
Nether Portals were completely bidirectional.
As long as he built a linked portal on Tartaros, they could instantly warp back to Lysios whenever they needed to.
Once the Blood Angels and Flesh Tearers finished mustering, Vane rapidly constructed a second massive obsidian portal right in front of them, dialing in the coordinates for Tartaros.
— Tartaros was a completely dead, irradiated rock.
Because its orbit sat terrifyingly close to the system’s star, the surface was perpetually blasted by catastrophic solar radiation and incinerating heat, making biological survival mathematically impossible.
The only habitable zone on the entire planet existed directly beneath the Void Domes of the Magnifican Prism.
This colossal megastructure physically shielded the surface from the scorching star while simultaneously capturing the lethal radiation and solar flares, converting the raw energy into electrical power.
This power was then beamed across the system via the relay network to sustain the other colonized worlds.
The Void Domes were the absolute lynchpin of their entire grand strategy.
Without securing the Domes, triggering the catastrophic solar flare to incinerate the gas giant Aeros was impossible.
The Imperial garrison stationed at the Domes had been completely massacred by the Tyranid swarm days ago.
The Necron vanguard force Anrakyr had deployed to secure the facility was currently bogged down in a desperate, grinding war of attrition, completely failing to breach the primary control center.
Vane and the Astartes had deployed specifically to break the stalemate and secure the objective.
The absolute second they stepped out of the portal onto the surface of Tartaros, the Hive Mind instantly detected the massive spatial anomaly.
Hordes of massive Tyranid bio-forms swarmed from every direction, launching a frenzied assault to crush the intruders.
“For the Emperor!
For Sanguinius!
For the Forefather!” Roaring their war cries, the Blood Angels and Flesh Tearers violently crashed into the Tyranid tide, wildly swinging their weapons to butcher anything that dared block their path.
Power axes fell, completely bisecting heavy bio-forms.
Chainswords roared, violently tearing limbs from sockets.
Mass-reactive bolters detonated point-blank, shattering alien skulls.
The sons of the Great Angel unleashed their absolute, terrifying fury upon the swarm, obliterating every creature that attempted to halt their advance.
Vane joined the slaughter, carving through the battlefield.
Every step he took left a literal highway paved in mangled Tyranid corpses and burning alien blood.
After a brutally intense, violently brief campaign, they successfully shattered the Tyranid blockade and breached the Void Domes’ central control room.
Vane casually reached out and tapped the facility’s primary core array.
A system prompt instantly popped up.
[Congratulations!
New Crafting Recipe Unlocked: Magnifican Prism – Energy Siphon Array] “And that’s all of them.” Vane grinned, a deeply satisfied smile spreading across his face.
Once I get some downtime, I’m going to hand-craft a brand new, fully upgraded Magnifican Prism from scratch.
I’ll permanently solve the Cryptus System’s energy crisis once and for all.
Wanna read ahead right now?!