[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...]

A seemingly calm but inwardly sarcastic modern elite, while complaining and building infrastructure in the Warhammer cesspool, ultimately uses Eastern metaphysics to combat the warp and pave a new path for humanity.

[An incredibly satisfying and exhilarating story! Earth was perfectly fine until a massive rift tore the solar system apart, unleashing endless demons and aliens from its depths.]

Have you heard? That madman is constantly yelling about saving Terra. He's not just a madman, he shouts something about the Emperor every time he kills those green aliens.

Meanwhile, on a battlefield

Lin Feng was so excited when he saw the green-skinned orc he had been searching for that he almost cried.

For the Emperor!

waaagh!

"What did you say?" Abaddon exclaimed, both shocked and furious. "We've been boarded?! And by a bunch of mortals?!"

“Yes, sir.” A Chaos Space Marine wiped the cold sweat from his brow. “They are too strange. If we don’t send reinforcements soon, our defenses will be breached! Sir, I suggest you evacuate first…”

"Shut up!" Abaddon roared. "Who are we? We are the Black Legion! We have launched thirteen expeditions, each one dealing a fatal blow to the Empire! We are the Empire's eternal nightmare! And now, are we to retreat before a few mortals?"

"Assemble the troops immediately! I will make those arrogant bastards die here! Let the Empire know that we..."

"Bang!" "Rip rip rip!!!" "Boom!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a huge ceiling collapsed, and on it, the corpses of Space Marines were piled up like mountains. On the mountaintop, several figures, bathed in the aura of blood, looked down.

Under Abaddon's shocked gaze, a man carrying a halberd looked around at him and said, "You're Abaddon, aren't you?"

"In the name of humanity, we bring you to trial, traitor!"

These days, being a monster is tough. You get beaten up by Ultraman, magical girls, Kamen Rider, angels, demons, and even ordinary people! Xiang Xianyu just wants to say, "Wait until I gather seven idiots, then I'll show you what true cruelty is!" Then… Xiang Xianyu turns gray and squats in the corner: "This is too hard!!!"

[Warhammer 40,000: The Merchant Ronin Fanfiction] [No System] [Loyal and Unorthodox] [Harem] [Growth] [Multiple Perspectives] [Entire Group]

When Wang Yunfei, a seriously ill patient, closed his eyes, he woke up in the world of Warhammer 40K.

This is a hive world not far from the Colonus Expansion Zone in the Calissis Star Sector of the Hazy Starfield. The original owner of the noble family, a transmigrator, is surprised to find that he has become the experimental subject of a certain wandering technological heretic.

Having passed the forbidden ritual, he gained a witty personality and the ability to genetically mimic others. But his immediate priority is to escape from the clutches of the motorgirl and then get on board the ship of the merchant ronin, Theodora, to take up his post.

[Claude Frye is also Cloud Fly, Brother Yunfei, how have you been? King, Little Wang... uh, Jin, right... not bad either.]

Wait, why does your surname end with Von Valancius?

[Act first, report later—it's an imperial decree, so what? What the chartered captain can handle, I'll handle; what he can't, I'll handle even more.]

【Ageta, no, Brother Jie, could you possibly make an exception for this alien technology matter?】

【Eh, I really don't know this, explain... a Szalak-brand space necromancer command vehicle! Jai, you're my Jai-ge!】

【Oh, so you like SM too ❤ No, I meant Space Marine, what are you talking about?】

What kind of sparks will be created between a boy who can reincarnate endlessly and a fun system? What kind of story will develop?

The single heroine Asuka, fragrant as a high. (I am happy to write what I want to see, readers who don’t like it please be gentle with your criticism, there are original works and fan works, well, that’s it)

Veteran Hammer fan, member of the Holy Blood Angels Chapter

This book combines Warhammer 40,000 and Trench Crusade to give you a different post-apocalyptic experience.

P.S.: Sometimes I really wonder, if the warp were to arrive right now, would Huang Laohan appear in this 2K era ahead of time? 😆

Transcending into the Warhammer world. The Middle Ages are a chaotic wasteland, with the shadow of eternal destruction looming over all timelines. The end is nigh, and the grand game of the Chaos Gods unfolds in the Middle Ages. Carrying a simulator, when faced with the choice between becoming Primal Chaos and the Watchers of Order, will you destroy or save the world? In the 40th millennium of Warhammer, endless war engulfs the entire galaxy. The Emperor is long gone, buried on the Golden Throne. The Astragalus and Astartes have paid a heavy price; even the Primarch's return cannot halt the Imperium's despair. The edifice is crumbling, and the Dark Lord is about to rise from the throne. A decisive outcome will change everything, ensuring humanity's glory endures. Conquer or destroy the Xenomorphs, only in the name of Primal Chaos, in the sight of the gods.

The already-unordered order on Earth crumbled, ushering in a new era of coexistence of despair and hope.

Fanatical believers are like a raging fire, and paranoids are like a raging wave out of control; confused people are like flying catkins in the wind, and blindly following puppets are like duckweed on the water.

What kind of magnificent epic will they draw?

Where should humanity and all living things go?