Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

As Zhou Yun's gaze swept over the neatly written characters in the scholar's notes, the scholar's memories began to gradually flood into Zhou Yun's mind, and from this, Zhou Yun discovered something:

Neither the scholars' memories nor their notes contain any information about the Empire, the Emperor, Astartes, or Terra.

This planet is indeed Makula, and this city is indeed Makula.

But this is not the Macragge of the fortieth millennium, the homeworld of the Ultramarines, nor the Macragge of the Great Rebellion, nor even the Macragge of the Great Crusade.

This is Macragge, a place before the Emperor led humanity to reclaim the stars, a time when human civilization was still fragmented...

Zhou Yun pulled out a few coins from the corner of the drawer where he kept his notebooks.

This is the silver coin called the dinar used by Macurag.

The silver coin features a portrait on each side, representing the two consuls who ruled Makula.

One of them was the Grand Justice of the Macurag Legislative Assembly, the Elder Jalán of the Senate.

On the other hand is Connor Guilliman, the Lord of War and the adoptive father of Primarch Robert Guilliman.

Zhou Yun lived during the era of these two consuls, Commander-in-Chief Makula.

That is, the period when Robert Guilliman was adopted by Connor or was about to be adopted.

The Emperor had only just unified Terra and was far from sitting on the Golden Throne.

Zhou Yun gripped the silver coin tightly.

The uneven surface of the silver coin caused a slight pain in his palm.

He originally thought he had traveled to a time period around the 600th year of the 41st millennium of human history, which was the era when Inquisitor Grefax was just starting out.

But now it seems that when his will escaped the Golden Throne, it escaped not only spatially, but also temporally.

The person he entered, who had just died, was not at the same point in time as his original body on the golden throne.

He can enter the bodies of those who have passed away in the past, and may even enter the bodies of those who will pass away in the future.

He should have thought of that sooner.

His own will allowed him to escape the Golden Throne through the warp.

A key characteristic of subspace is that it lacks true time.

Ships in the galaxy that travel long distances via subspace rely on this very characteristic.

In some cases, a starship can even arrive at its destination before it even sets sail.

However, cases like Zhou Yun's, where tens of thousands of years seem to have passed out of thin air, are still very rare...

Zhou Yun quickly realized the value of this body.

The primary value is that, if this body can be used properly,

He had the opportunity to avert the tragedy of the Horus Rebellion, prevent the emperor from ascending the golden throne, and thus change the future.

If I succeed, no matter what changes occur in the future, at least I will have the chance to avoid being tormented on that damned golden throne.

Secondary value is

Macurag, especially Macurag in this era, was a relatively stable world.

From this moment until the end of the Great Crusade, Macragge, and even the five hundred worlds of Alteramar, which later had Macragge as its capital, were among the few peaceful places in the entire galaxy.

Even during the Great Rebellion, Macragge was one of the more stable ones in the chaotic galaxy... although there were occasional incidents involving Hakimi and Hakibat.

Unless he's extremely unlucky, Zhou Yun can live peacefully for at least several decades without worrying about returning to the Golden Throne.

Whoever wants to return to the Golden Throne can go back; whoever wants to go to Terra can go.

It doesn't feel as good as the Macurag.

He's about to enjoy his life in Makula.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yun felt a little better.

He reached out and continued flipping through the scholar's notebook. With each reading, he gained a deeper understanding of this Macuragian scholar.

He was a teacher at the Macklage State Grammar School, specializing in linguistics, literature, and history. In just five years, he made a name for himself as a grammar teacher in Macklage and was considered a rising star in academia.

As Zhou Yun learned more about his past, he also acquired some of his abilities.

He began to learn about the history of Makula itself, began to understand Makula poetry and drama, and also began to understand the language and grammar of Makula. He was able to read the ancient Makula cuneiform script and roughly explain the language of the Makula barbarians.

According to Zhou Yun's experience, as time goes by and he spends more and more time in this scholar's body, recalling more and more of the scholar's memories, he will gradually learn all the scholar's skills.

Just as he learned the hunting skills of a forest hunter, the psychic abilities of a diviner, and the skills of the Emperor's Tarot.

Suddenly, Zhou Yun found a stack of papers tucked inside the diary...

He pulled the stack of papers out of his diary and was somewhat surprised to find that they were all IOUs.

The coarse yellow paper contained the amount the scholar owed, his signature, and the seal of the temple that lent him the money.

And the amount owed is also increasing.

From a mere six dinars, then twelve, fifty-four, three hundred and ninety-six dinars... the largest IOU was for one thousand two hundred and ninety-six dinars, incurred last night before Zhou Yun entered his body...

A scholar's annual income is only a little over three hundred dinars, while the sums of these IOUs add up to at least four thousand dinars.

Even if a scholar didn't eat or drink, it would take him ten years to pay it back.

And his current savings... are all the coins Zhou Yun just found.

Has he gone mad? How did he even incur such a debt?

Back in the day, the Emperor borrowed money in the Warp to create Primarchs but only owed half of the Primarchs. The Scholar, on the other hand, owes more than ten times his annual income!

Memories began to surface in Zhou Yun's mind: the swaying dice cup, the laughter of men and women, the tipsiness brought on by alcohol, the exhilarating feeling of his blood surging.

Zhou Yun rubbed his temples.

He remembered that the scholar had recently become addicted to gambling and had accumulated such a large debt in just a few months.

With so much debt, do we need to find a way to pay it off?

Zhou Yun muttered to himself...

"It's impossible to pay back the money," Zhou Yun thought.

Leaving aside the fact that Zhou Yun's only money-making skills are street fortune telling,

Speaking of his current identity, he has transmigrated into the body of an emperor.

As one of the four biggest swindlers in the galaxy, Emperor's reputation is so poor that he can't even scan a shared unicycle, let alone a shared bike on the street.

If Zhou Yun were to repay the money, wouldn't that damage the Emperor's credit score?

He should just run away. Macurag is a mountainous planet; with his hunting skills, he could easily survive in any forest.

After all, the forest where that forest hunter lived was full of strange and terrifying beasts and giants. Zhou Yun was able to survive for several months by relying on his hunting skills. Compared to that, Macurag was simply paradise.

The only problem is, if he's not in Mackrag, how can he contact Robert Guilliman and change the fate of the Horus Rebellion?

Zhou Yun flipped through the IOUs and found a letter tucked underneath them.

The envelope had already been opened, and the sealing wax was loose, but the envelope opening was neatly folded, as if the scholar cared a lot about the letter.

Zhou Yun opened the envelope and took out the letter inside...

Abbas, the Guilliman family's butler, greeted the esteemed scholar Zhou Yun.

Your outstanding performance in the test has impressed my master, who has invited you and other equally excellent teachers to visit his mansion on the 22nd of March...."

Before Zhou Yun could finish reading the letter, a knock on the door suddenly rang out, causing him to turn his head to look at the door. At the same time, he noticed that a ray of sunlight had already shone into the room through the narrow window. Two of the four moons had completely disappeared, while the remaining two hung low on the horizon. It was already dawn.

The knocking grew more urgent, and the person outside seemed to be getting impatient.