1: Why is everyone so modest in Chapter 1? They don't even want the Planetary Governor position?

"Alright, let's get down to business. Who's going to be the new Governor?" the leader, Vasily, suddenly asked.

Fu Haoran momentarily doubted if he had heard correctly.

This was a Planetary Governor we were talking about; in ancient times, that would be equivalent to being a local warlord.

And now someone was saying they didn't want it?

But Fu Haoran didn't speak up. In terms of seniority, he was just a complete newbie.

Of course, the most important thing was that he was just a Reincarnator grinding quests in this world. Once he finished this mission, he would be gone, and at most, he might have a chance to return for a visit in the future.

Naturally, if possible, Fu Haoran wouldn't return to this "cesspool" of a world even if he were beaten to death.

There was no other way; this world was too dangerous. Human life was as cheap as grass, and demigods walked the earth.

However, one minute passed, then two... and surprisingly, no one in the room spoke up!

Fu Haoran scanned the room and found everyone sitting upright like elementary school students, yet their eyes were darting around shiftily.

"This shouldn't be right. If everyone is so noble and detached from power, then why did they even start a rebellion?"

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence:

"Fu Haoran, I think you're quite suitable to be the Governor. We're all old and can't handle the work anymore."

The speaker was Mikhail. If it had been anyone else, Fu Haoran might have been somewhat moved.

But the man was a noble... though only his title remained, he had always been a snob who looked down on others.

Why the change of heart today?

Has the sun started rising from the west?

"Yes, that makes sense. Fu Haoran is talented, responsible, and caring."

"Indeed, the future belongs to the young. As the proverb from Ancient Terra goes: 'The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves.' It's time for us to step aside."

"The position of Governor must be his!"

Fu Haoran felt something was off. Since when were these people so easy to talk to?

"Whatever, I'll take it first and see!"

"I can run away in three days anyway. I'll experience being a Governor for a bit and earn some extra points; it's definitely not a loss."

Thus, Fu Haoran showed a rare moment of modesty: "Since everyone has said so, I shall humbly accept your offer."

Fu Haoran smiled radiantly.

The others all smiled radiantly as well.

...

The next day, Fu Haoran stood on the high platform of the coronation ceremony, his expression looking a bit grim.

Vasily, Brandon, Mikhail... none of the familiar faces had shown up!

Below the stage, there was only the Guard Regiment led by Wade and a few young staff officers. Other than them, he was the only one of the notable leaders left.

"Could they be afraid that I'll kill them off once the job is done?"

"We were comrades-in-arms, after all. No matter how much of a hurry they were in, they could have at least waited until after my coronation to leave."

The more Fu Haoran thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Why does it feel like someone is trying to set the Emperor up?!"

Just as Fu Haoran was about to call someone to investigate, Wade ran over with a solemn tone: "My Lord, Vasily, Brandon, and the others have appeared at the Starport with their entire families. It looks like they're about to leave this planet!"

"With their entire families?" Fu Haoran asked back.

Wade nodded heavily.

Both of Fu Haoran's eyelids began to twitch frantically.

The last time this happened was before he transmigrated!

Back then, Fu Haoran had bought the Deluxe Edition of Space Marine 2. In the user agreement that popped up after launching the game, there was a particularly eye-catching line of joke text: "Upon death, the user's soul will be reincarnated into the Warhammer 40K universe to serve the Emperor's value for eternity."

Fu Haoran had laughed at the time.

It was understandable for a game company to throw in some game-related memes.

At that moment, both of Fu Haoran's eyelids had twitched frantically.

The next day, Fu Haoran went to work.

Who could have imagined that while he was crouching on the ground debugging a machine tool, a hundred-ton heavy-duty dump truck would come crashing through the wall!

Fu Haoran was completely stunned, three massive question marks flashing through his mind instantly:

Wait! How did you even drive that in here?

Why aren't you braking? Are you a driver who relies on screaming to stop?!

You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?! You're chasing me wherever I run!

At the moment he collided with the truck, Fu Haoran saw the driver.

It was an old man in a hooded robe, flashing a grim smile at him.

"Holy crap! Are foreign truck drivers all this crazy?!"

After that, Fu Haoran only felt himself flying through the air.

For the next year, he lived more miserably than a Hive City rat, muddling through with the rebels.

Now, that familiar eyelid twitch had appeared again!

"Forget it, I'll become the Governor first, then leave this place immediately."

Under the presiding of the Tech-Priest, the genetic authentication was successfully completed.

[Identity recording complete. Maximum authority for Planet Scylla IV granted. Rights and responsibilities binding complete.]

[Class binding successful! Congratulations player for becoming the Planetary Governor of Planet Scylla IV.]

[Permissions]

[1. You can bring back resources and technology from different worlds to your territory to build and upgrade unique facilities, unlocking a fused technology tree.]

[2. You can train and arm an exclusive army within your territory to accompany you in subsequent Reincarnator worlds.]

[Skill Acquired: Cross-dimensional Travel (Consumes 100 Universal Points per use)]

[Special Status: Unable to start the next Reincarnator world until the current mission is complete.]

"Lord... Planetary Governor... and I can even take an army to travel to other worlds?"

Fu Haoran was extremely satisfied.

"With this ability, I can lead an army to sweep through low-magic worlds and plunder resources in the future. I might even be able to snag a position as a High Lord..."

Ding!

[Triggered Mandatory Main Quest: Imperial Duty - Tithe Collection]

[Quest Description: Pay the 300 years of overdue Tithes to the Empire.]

[Quest Difficulty: SSS (Death Rate 99.7%)]

[Given that the Reincarnator has proactively stepped into such a desperate situation, your courage is commendable.]

[Achievement Gained: Breaker. Strength +3 (Don't ask why Intelligence isn't increased).]

Fu Haoran's expression froze.

"WTF?! The Tithe?!"

Fu Haoran wanted to curse.

On the surface, it was 10% of production, but in practice, it was more like 90%.

The Empire only cared about collecting it and didn't care about the state of the Hive City world. Even if you experienced a great disaster or war this year, you still had to pay exactly what was owed.

Don't pay?

The Empire's stance was: if you don't dare to do it, there are plenty of others who will.

If Fu Haoran didn't realize he had been set up by now, he felt he might as well just go kill himself.

Fu Haoran grabbed the communicator.

"Brandon, what's the deal with the Tithe?"

Brandon paused for a moment before saying indifferently, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. This planet owes three hundred years of Tithes. It's been a bit long, so everyone just kind of forgot about it."

"It was only a few years ago that the Hive City received word from the Imperial Administrative Department that they were coming to collect the Tithes."

"The old nobles knew they couldn't pay up, so they chose to run. That gave us the opportunity to start the uprising."

"We only saw the full financial records after we took over the Hive City."

"However, we figured someone had to step up as the scapegoat. After looking around, we found that only a dreg like you, with a commoner background and no roots, was the most suitable."

"We just didn't expect you to agree so readily," Brandon said wantonly.

"Otherwise, why do you think you were able to sit in that position?"

"Well then, Lord Governor, enjoy your remaining days. We'll miss you, Excellency."

Fu Haoran's eyes turned cold.

"Since you're being heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Fu Haoran turned and ordered Wade: "Lock onto the Space Elevator and open fire!"

"My Lord, absolutely not!" Wade hurriedly tried to stop him. "Those are the only two Orbital Elevators on the entire planet. they handle 70% of the interstellar trade and resource transport!"

"Blowing them up means cutting off the port's freight, and it will offend all the nobles!"

"I know," Fu Haoran interrupted him, his voice terrifyingly calm. "That's why they just dared to show their hand to me without even pretending anymore."

"They were certain I wouldn't dare to turn against them, betting that I would weigh the pros and cons."

"But they were wrong. Only useless people like to weigh the pros and cons."

"Now, bombard the Starport!"

"I want to make sure not a single one of them escapes!"