Reincarnated as the Primarch of the lost Eleventh Legion, the protagonist finds himself facing an erased destiny.

Chosen by the source realm known as the Kingdom of Disorder, Ning Lu’s fate is rewritten from the very moment he awakens in the gene-lab gestation pod. With the power of mysticism and alchemy, he delivers a startling blow to the four Chaos Gods.

During the Great Crusade, he expands the frontiers of the Imperium. In the Horus Heresy, he personally executes traitor Primarchs.

After the Emperor is bound to the Golden Throne, he becomes the last active Primarch—constantly rushing between war zones to extinguish fires across the galaxy.

In the War of the Beast, he slays the Beast itself.

During the Long War, he strikes terror into the hearts of traitors and heretics.

All praise his unwavering loyalty. But… is that the whole truth?

“I'm just taking advantage of the situation. What? You didn’t notice?

With the right alchemical ingredients, I can cultivate Beyonders.

Belisarius Cawl? He’s just my ‘mentor’…”

“I am the shadow of Order, exploiting every loophole hidden within the rules.”

He is The Black Emperor—a being who rewrites the laws of reality, forges a new Imperium, and opens a future of hope amid the darkness for all of humanity.

[Keywords: Warhammer + Primarch OC + Original Legion + Lord of the Mysteries + Potion Pathways / Sequences]

A college student who had just finished the college entrance examination was ruthlessly conscripted after watching a video of a lobster on a small website.

Warhammer 40k Zhou Pingan didn’t know what kind of world this was, but from Lobster’s video he could see that this world was even more chaotic than a toilet.

How could ordinary mortals have a chance to survive?

Fortunately, he was lucky enough to at least come to the Knight Family.

What's even better is that he was already playing this game of Stellaris right before he was conscripted, and he is the Emperor of the Human Federation.

After he was conscripted, the stars had been moving with various blessings. As Zhou Pingan traveled, his empire finally locked on his position.

We will seek you, we will come to you, Emperor.

How can the world be so chaotic? How can human beings only live such a miserable life?

This is rebellion, this is heresy.

This is the greatest treason and heresy!

What a desecration of human life here!

The wrath of the Human Federation will surely wash over the entire galaxy anew, and our fleet will cover the sky no matter how many suns there are in the sky.

[The cover features the handsome bro Egg Yolk Prisoner. This book is also known as: I Feed the Entire Universe by Scavenging.] "You're right, I'm just a scavenger. Follow me, scavenge, and you'll eat your fill!" "But then again, can you find the stone from Amber King while scavenging?" "Hey! You over there, no cutting in line! You're cutting in line to buy junk!" The sunlight in the rebooted world is beautiful, but… "Lagos, my Onpharos is broken. Can you fix it for me? I'll see if I can find any tools to hit the machine head." "Wait, didn't I start a company? How did I become an emperor?"

Di Xiu transmigrated, becoming a gray rat in another world. Not only must he build a protective dungeon to safeguard himself and his race, but he must also constantly guard against invasions from other races. Humans, gods, demons, monsters, dragons, elves, ancient taboos... even outworld gods coveting the world! The former order crumbles, and the apocalypse topples the towers of civilization. In the face of life and death, Di Xiu comprehends the truth of magic. Magic is not chanting, but a rigorous set of underlying world protocols! Only with the correct logical framework can it be safely compiled and run. While other mages are still struggling to chant spells with their flesh and blood, Di Xiu is already debugging magic circuits in the dungeon, developing the third-generation gray rat exoskeleton armor, heavy armored mechs, and aerospace carriers... The magical industrial age has begun! The gray rats are building a jungle of steel and gears. Mechanical rats wield precision...