As the bright sun set, the star that the planet's people named Dark Star rose in its place.
Its illumination level was only half that of the previous sun, People still working in the fields could see a beautiful sight akin to twilight.
In theory, the Simulated Parliament tool should have already restored the planet Francis to normal.
However, the Proliferation Potion "compensated" for this quite well.
At first, Lion was happy as the amount of food increased.
When he saw that the total tax revenue had reached 100%, he was overjoyed!
Looking at the granaries that were almost bursting, Lion even boasted about his great achievements to his children.
Under the wise and mighty leadership of Lion, all the crises on this planet had finally been resolved.
"Zabriel, look!"
"This is the good stuff my dad gave me!"
"The other brothers can't get this kind of treasure, but I can. I must be trusted by the Emperor!"
"See? Your previous actions were all wrong, The Emperor's trust in me has long exceeded your imagination!"
Zabriel looked up at the mountain-like pile of golden corn.
At this moment, Zabriel was very worried that this corn would suddenly surge again and crush him.
"My Lord!"
"Shouldn't we deal with this?"
"With so much food, can the factories handle it?"
"Oh, right!"
However, it was clear that Lion had rejoiced too soon.
Because he hadn't started the core food processing factories in advance, nor had he arranged enough transport teams to prepare for the subsequent startup of the factories.
Lion had stubbornly waited until the quota was completed before starting to organize the work.
Consequently, reality slapped Lion hard in the face, teaching him a lesson in mathematics.
When Lion finally started organizing a large number of personnel for transport, he realized that he seemed to be running out of time!
Due to poor management, this food would even suddenly increase mid-transit, crushing the transport vehicles.
The correct approach was to load only half, so that it would be at full capacity upon arriving at the factory.
However, now the streets of the entire hive city were covered in corn, and more terrifyingly, every 5 minutes, this corn would double like cell division!
Now the rats in the hive city were thrilled to death.
Whether it was the genestealer or the mutants underground.
They could frantically plunder this precious food.
They were even surprised to find that the transport teams didn't care about them at all.
Starvation didn't exist anymore.
Now the hive city had countless amounts of corn; as long as you reached out and touched the ground, you could grab quite a bit of corn!
[Genestealer: There is an endless amount of food here, come quickly!]
[As long as you come, you can eat your fill!]
Not only did the genestealer eat their fill, but as time passed, a surging tide of corn even formed in the lower levels of the hive city.
Every 5 minutes, this corn would form a wave.
It would fill every resident's home and let every resident in the hive city experience what it felt like to be stuffed to death!
"No, this is bad, we're doomed!"
Lion watched helplessly as the figure broke through to 400%.
He finally realized the severity of the situation!
The warehouses had been blown apart, and the entire street was full of corn cobs bouncing around everywhere.
The factories' consumption capacity simply couldn't handle such a massive amount of food.
There wasn't even anywhere to send it!
"Lady Artoria, it seems we have no way to process so much food!"
"Even if we distributed all this food to the residents, it would be a drop in the bucket, completely useless!"
"According to my rough calculations, if we let it continue to grow like this, we will be swallowed by corn cobs in just an hour or so."
"Even if the corn cobs at the very bottom are crushed by gravity and cannot proliferate, at the current growth rate, it's estimated that it will only take a few days to turn into an ocean of corn cobs."
Zabriel took out pen and paper to do a rough calculation; it was fine until he calculated it, but once he did, an extremely massive number appeared.
"Stop calculating, think of a way, quickly!"
"I know there's no way to consume this many corn cobs right now!"
"Is there any way to stop this corn!"
"If we let this corn keep growing like this, we're all going to be finished!"
Lion was very panicked, and even started using his hands to shake the Fallen Angels in front of him, demanding he think of a solution.
Zabriel was already dazed, having stopped thinking.
Because the gene-mother' panicked appearance was just too cute, too wonderful!
"Miss Planetary Governor, I don't think this is a problem!"
"Perhaps we should hurry up and destroy the excess food; maybe that way we can slow down the rate of proliferation!"
"Oh, right!"
Lion hadn't thought of this trick before; he had treated these things as resources and hadn't considered wasting them at all.
Consequently, he subconsciously thought about how to utilize these resources, rather than destroying all the excess.
"Zabriel!"
"Take out all the melta weapons in the warehouse!"
"And have the Adeptus Mechanicus turn on the biomass chemical plants!"
"We'll use the corn as fuel while burning it; that way, we'll definitely make it in time!"
Caleb, who had just returned from eating, saw the hive city burning fiercely and thought the Eldar had invaded again.
However, when he sat on the sofa and looked down, he realized.
It turned out there was too much corn, forcing the Astartes to use flamers to destroy it!
[Caleb: GG]
Caleb had just gone out for a meal, and the lower hive city was already filled with corn cobs.
He had just happened to buy a sweet corn cob, and in the blink of an eye, this hive city world had an endless supply of corn!
Gnawing on the sweet corn cob in his hand, Caleb fell into doubt.
After this Little Lion became smaller, could it be that her brain also atrophied?
Doraemon had already reminded Lion to handle it properly before leaving, but this Lion, she only seemed to know how to hiss, and didn't understand what management meant at all!
Sure enough, compared to Guilliman, the other Primarchs were still too far behind.
If Guilliman were allowed to operate this thing, he would probably laugh in his sleep.
Because for Guilliman, this was simply like giving him an infinite energy cheat code.
He could cancel the districts of most agricultural planets, leaving only one or two planets to produce food like crazy.
With Guilliman's operational ability, he would guarantee to consume all the food in a very reasonable way.
And even show everyone what a heaven-defying Dyson Sphere player was.
It was a pity that Lion was not Guilliman, To say that the operational capabilities of both sides were 1,000,000 miles apart would be giving Lion too much credit.
Of the 21 Primarchs, there were really only two who were truly good at operations.
In the current situation, Lion couldn't think of a good solution in his panic.
He really couldn't think of how to deal with so much food.
"Quick, increase the firepower, increase the firepower!"
"A huge pile of corn has proliferated over there, go burn it immediately!"
"What are that squad over there just standing around for? Use the melta weapons and spray it!"
"It's not enough, we still have to organize the civilians, otherwise, at this rate of burning, I estimate we won't make it in time!"
Forced into a corner, Lion even activated the Simulated Parliament, and the people who were originally producing were forced to switch to the Great Corn Extermination Campaign.
They took flamers and various fuels, burning the corn that had just been produced.
Clearly, the flustered Lion was completely unable to formulate a detailed policy.
During this chaotic period.
Lion had already realized the importance of Guilliman; if it were that ambitious Regent, this kind of mess would definitely not have happened, or at the very least, the operations would have been much better than his.
"Damn it, why did it turn out like this?"
"It was clearly a winning game, why did I play it into this state!"
At this moment, Caleb felt that Lion was hopeless.
And the Emperor, who was in spectator mode, was actually almost speechless at his beloved daughter's actions.
The helpless Emperor suddenly really wanted to give this stupid daughter a psychic slap.
Back when he was cosplaying a dictator in the 2k era, he really wished he had this kind of infinitely producing corn cob!
If he had the chance to talk to this silly daughter of his, he would definitely give her a hard slap.
Such a great treasure, to be squandered like this by this fool, it was just too wasteful!
Set up a breeding base on every planet specifically to store the splitting corn.
Then one could just close their eyes and mass-produce troops from thin air.
One could only say, when a pro watches a noobie's operations, they will be furious.
Especially when the pro sees a noob get a good item and play around with it like an idiot, they will be so angry they'll have smoke coming out their ears.
Now, both Caleb and the Emperor were in this state of smoking with anger.
Caleb was fine; he was just amused by Lion's silly operation.
But the Emperor's anger was much more severe than Caleb's.
If it weren't for the fact that the veil of reality here was relatively stable, He would have already given his good daughter a psychic slap, directly swelling up her face!
However, considering that too much action on his part might prematurely amplify the power of Chaos, the Emperor could only continue to sit upon the Golden Throne, watching on.
"Why do I feel a chill down my back?"
"I feel like there is a very powerful entity, muttering away at me!"
Lion, still directing his children to burn the corn, couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.
A bit exhausted, he had even started gnawing on a corn cob while directing the burning operations.
Anyway, since the situation is already like this, he might as well eat first.
He is a Primarch, but also a creature of flesh, so he still needs to eat.
The flames burned incessantly, nearly the entire hive city was shrouded under these raging infernos.
The residents had just been happy that they had solved their hunger issues, only to find themselves worrying about housing problems.
Because of the scorched-earth policy of the Angels of Absolution, their homes were almost completely burned to the ground.
And after being burned down, there was no compensation, so many people inexplicably found themselves homeless again.
These black-armored angels had not a shred of mercy.
As long as some fool dared to sleep at home while hugging corn, that civilian would be purged along with their house and the corn.
Caleb couldn't even be bothered to scold anymore. Why is the kill threshold in 40k so outrageous?
People were still at home roasting corn and eating hot pot.
Only for a sudden burst of melta flow to take the whole family away; it was truly too hellish.
Spraying them to death along with their corn was one thing, but did this idiot Little Lion not think about the fact that this world only has one hive city?
When the hive city was consumed by raging fires, a large amount of corn cobs became endless fuel.
At this moment, Lion had finally learned how to deal with the remaining corn.
Actually, there was no need to make it into canned food; perhaps they could be directly packed using a compressor. In this way, they could also prevent this corn from continuing to grow!
And so, Lion cooperated with the local Adeptus Mechanicus.
They processed a very simple packaging machine that could pack the corn into a type of very high-density energy biomass fuel block.
This type of biomass fuel block could not only be used as fuel, but if transported to a food processing plant, it could also be used to manufacture corpse starch.
Only then did Lion realize that if he had made preparations from the beginning, things wouldn't have turned out like this; now look at it.
The entire hive city was severely damaged, and he didn't know how long it would take to repair it!
If it weren't for the Simulated Parliament being able to forcibly order those Adeptus Mechanicus members to work.
With Lion's current actions, he would have been disgusted by internal strife countless times already.
[The Emperor: Sigh, Lion is just an idiot!]
[If he had 1/10th of Guilliman's capability, it wouldn't have ended up like this!]
[Lion: Stop scolding, stop scolding, my brain is about to explode!]
[Why is Father so angry? My brain can't take it anymore!]
Caleb, who was still watching from the sidelines, noticed the anomaly.
Watching Little Lion rolling on the ground, Caleb finally realized.
That bracelet the Emperor gave Lion!
It's a damn little genius device!
This bracelet could not only strengthen the connection with the Emperor.
It could even act as a telephone watch, crazily dissing Lion.
Now, a certain good daughter was about to be scolded to death by the Emperor.
Just as Lion was still struggling with the corn cobs.
Dense black dots in the sky caught Lion's attention.
That was the Imperium's massive transport fleet, at the same time, they were also the Imperium's tax fleet.
They would constantly collect the most important blood of the Imperium, and at the same time, act as transporters to ship supplies to places that "needed" the Imperium.
This massive transport fleet even had three Lunar-class cruisers escorting it.
Their journey this time was very arduous, and the taxes that needed to be paid were very, very high.
Therefore, the transport ships alone numbered over a hundred; connected end-to-end, they were even much larger than the hive city of this planet.
When a Valkyrie transport plane arrived at the Governor's Palace first.
Lion personally received the tax collector who had arrived here.
Different sectors had different names for these people; some called them tax collectors, while other sectors liked to call them tax farmers.
Although the Imperium had a tithe policy, how the Imperium collected taxes was a very flexible matter.
The Imperium would not accept the currency of various sectors; the Imperium's taxes had to be paid in kind.
However, how to submit the goods was a very flexible matter?
Some sectors used a tax farming system, while others used a regional payment system.
In short, no matter what system it was, it was all for the sake of the Imperium being able to collect taxes.
"Praise the Emperor, we have already received the news of the coup on your planet!"
"You are Ms. Artoria, right! As the new Planetary Governor, I wonder if you are ready to fulfill the obligations of the Imperium?"
The tax collector in front of him slightly lifted his head; in fact, he had already received the news long ago.
This planet was highly likely unable to fulfill the tasks assigned to them by the Imperium.
He had even thought about how to gracefully reject the Planetary Governor's prevarication and excuses in a moment.
In this regard, he had quite a wealth of work experience, In his resume, he had already rejected the requests and excuses of dozens of Planetary Governors.
He had witnessed 32 Planetary Governors being burned alive and had heard countless types of requests and excuses.
However, the demands expressed by these Planetary Governors were nothing more than one thing: whether they could pay less tax, or delay the time.
"Ahem!" Lion cleared his throat slightly, then spoke at an extremely fast speed.
"Hurry up and let your shuttles come down!"
"My supplies here are abundant, the production has almost burst the warehouses!"
Even while Lion was still speaking, the tax farmer in front of him was already thinking of preemptively answering.
"Hmm~ This, in principle, wait, what did you say?"
Only then did the tax personnel notice that the information they had received was incorrect.
The news given from Forros' side clearly stated that it was highly likely they wouldn't be able to pay the tax, so how did it become overflowing warehouses here?
Looking at the corn cobs piled as high as a mountain, the tax collector's eyes became clear.
Is this really the production output that an Agri-World could have?
Even the combined production of three or four top-tier Agri-Worlds wouldn't be as much as theirs!
Watching helplessly as the cargo was already about to crush the continental shelf.
This tax collector silently gave a wink to the Inquisitor beside him.
The Inquisitor silently recorded the information and added a certain Astropath to the investigation list.
Because he had reason to suspect that some people must have heard the demonic whispers of Chaos.
"Stop dawdling here; we have so many supplies here now that they have to be stored in the open!"
"Take as much of these supplies as you can!"
"Maybe next time, I won't be the Planetary Governor!"
Lion put his hands on his hips, feeling guilty; the scolding from Father just now had almost scolded him into a state of shutdown.
At this moment, he just wanted to complete the task quickly and then run away immediately.
Simulation management or whatever, he never wanted to do it again in his life!
"Praise the Emperor!"
"Governor Artoria, you have perfectly fulfilled your obligations as a Planetary Governor!"
"The Adeptus Mechanicus members accompanying us can provide you with life-extension services!"
Lion smiled and then shook his head.
Is there a possibility, that even a Planetary Governor who has received life-extension modifications wouldn't live as long as me?
"That is truly a pity!"
"Perhaps you are a purist of flesh who values nature very much!"
"However, as a beneficiary of life-extension surgery, I still suggest you can undergo such modifications!"
"Those biological organs are more advanced than ordinary organs; they can greatly enhance your physical fitness and prevent you from getting tired during heavy internal affairs tasks."
Lion still shook his head; he didn't accept any benefits, just insisted on having these people quickly transport the goods away.
"You don't need to say so much; just hurry up and take the things away!"
"If you are going to transport some of the corn, please remember, only take half a ship at a time!"
"This corn is very dangerous; if not properly managed, it will cause unimaginable disaster!"
Lion just silently reminded the other party.
However, as an old-school riddler, Lion did not explain the abilities of this corn clearly.
These tax personnel, seeing that their task could be completed, did not ask any more questions.
They just silently loaded the cargo, and then loaded the goods onto the shuttles at an extremely fast speed.
The entire loading process probably didn't take two minutes, and they also followed the Planetary Governor's order, only taking half at a time.
However, the transport personnel discovered a very magical thing.
When loading, they clearly only loaded half, but when unloading, the cargo was full.
No one thought there was any problem with this, perhaps this corn just used some kind of strange compression technology?