[Warhammer Second Legion Fanfiction] The writing style is roughly ensemble cast.

In the darkness of the forty-first millennium, the Second Legion, having been erased of everything, began their grand plan.

Chaos reigns; no one in the empire knows the full extent of their plans.

And when they reach the forty-first millennium, nearing their end, they will shock the entire universe.

And it all began to be told by a scavenger from a nest city...

Recruit soldiers, build territories, command armies, conquer the world, and seize the throne... No longer small-team battles, but conquest by legions. Total War: Warhammer, Warcraft, Heroes of Might and Magic, Dynasty Warriors, The Lord of the Rings, Mount & Blade, A Song of Ice and Fire... Welcome to the Strategic Master God Space!

[June 28th, I time-traveled.] [July 1st, I disguised myself as a kingdom agent and fooled the sheriff, sentence +10 years] [July 18th, I forged an identity to cross the border and incidentally killed the border guard, sentence +80 years] [August 2nd, I started brewing and selling bootlegging, and had eight fights with local thugs in one day. The Night Shift Chief was furious, sentence +50 years] [August 21st, I changed my identity and joined the Night Shift Bureau, altered my file, sentence -140 years] [September 3rd, I was discovered altering the file, sentence +500 years!] [December 25th, I ignited the flames of Reforging Fala City, sentence... +40k years, haha]... [July 7th, I am the Night Shift Chief now, sentence permanently reset to zero]... [December 12th, these files need a name change, how about the Regent's Memoirs?]... [June 28th, it's time...]

This book is also known as: *Blood Sacrifice to the God-Emperor*, *The Second Empire, Starting with Slaanesh, Has No Secrets*, and *Your Majesty, Please Abdicate*. When you arrive in a corrupt and decadent empire, sold into slavery in the arena, will you rely on blood and glory to overthrow the entire empire, or will you indulge in the carnal pleasures of noble and aloof ladies, beautiful and sexy female knights, elegant and alluring countesses, charming and beautiful duchesses, wild and fiery centaurs, bewitching drow elves, and graceful and elegant high elves? Or will you rely on intrigue to add a song of treachery to this corrupt empire? Or perhaps, the song of life can also be played in the crucible of humanity. For Asmodel, this is not important. Because, you just mentioned secrets, right?

In the fortieth millennium, knowledge is an eternal curse.

Tech Priest Exanders Statcali discovered a distress signal from ten thousand years ago, originating from a forgotten, dead world—Xerath.

There was no life there, only a steel ruin stretching across the continent, and a black pyramid that looked out of place, bearing the emblem of the Mechanicus.

When the exploration team entered the silent sanctuary, they discovered not the expected relic, but a terrifying creation, half-human, half-machine, imprisoned in a vessel. Its final warning was not a gift to humanity, but a death knell tolling for the entire galaxy:

"They're awake! Run!!!"

Now, Exanders must confront a harsh truth: some knowledge is not for mortals to grasp; some silences, once broken, are the end of eternity.