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!

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? 😆

Transmigrating to the world of DanMachi, Ron always felt that the dungeons he explored were different from everyone else's. From the spawn point to the boss floor, a 365-mile journey without a single rest stop; dungeon monsters setting up crossbows on narrow bridges; the despicable Sixth Brother lurking in dark corners, writhing and waiting to ambush; the indispensable treasure chest monsters of the Soul Wanderer; hidden paths... But it doesn't matter! Ron: What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger! ———Years later, the final battle descends upon Orario. Black Dragon: While out for a stroll, I encountered the world's strongest being, with stats beyond belief, as strong as a monster, whom I couldn't defeat despite my best efforts! Damn it. Who the hell raised this monster?! Dungeon: Yeah, who knows... (stabs hand)

A virtual reality game based on the Warhammer Universe, boasting a high degree of freedom and incorporating multiple well-known IPs, has become a viral sensation online. Dutch, drawn by its popularity, has also become a player. Little does he know, the game has just begun, and he has already been transported to the real Warhammer Universe, becoming the sole player. Guilliman: Dutch is an excellent warrior, but he doesn't like to listen to people. Every time I give him a mission, he skips it. Talassien: I'm curious how he manages to break stars into blocks. Tau: For that guy, physics doesn't exist. Khorne: That bastard built a giant pillar, saying he'd use it to break me. Nurgle: He kidnapped my children, washed them clean, and that humiliation fills me with grief and anger. Tzeentch: All changes are part of destiny, but that bastard shattered destiny. Slaanesh: Actually, I've already corrupted Dutch, but I dare not tell him. ...Dutch: Forgot the beginning, forgot the end, anyway, let the warp burn. Emperor: Support, 666.

Let's bring a little fun to this hopeless universe.

The warp power will unite with the messengers of chaos to offer "him," the blind and foolish Azathoth, the blissful dream of chaos.

Whether you are a Primarch, an Orc, an Eldar, or even the highest deities, come and join this chaotic and frenzied revelry!

Because anything is possible here.

Hopefully, this crazy and wonderful show will keep "He" from waking up too soon.

After all, no one knows whether we will still exist after the blind and foolish god Azathoth awakens.

Transmigrating to an alien world and becoming a low-class serf, Monroe felt this was a tough start to life. The dilapidated house leaked, the black bread grated on his teeth. Human rights were a thing of the past. Until a translucent, illusory panel popped up before his eyes: [Farming Skill Experience +1] [Current Farming Skill: Beginner (7/1000)]… Countless years later, analyzing gods and demons, nurturing insect swarms, and becoming a narrator, Monroe said: “Now it’s time for the universe to listen to me…” An alien soul, an immortal epic.

Some consider this place hell, but I say it's heaven: you want love, you want respect, you want revenge, you want your name engraved on a disk and spread across the internet, you want to become a unique legend, you want your dreams to come true—all of this can be achieved here... as long as you have money—or more accurately: as long as you're not a real coward. Bullets loaded, weapon gripped tightly, a fire burned fiercely within Tang Lie.

Upon landing, Ron knew perfectly well what kind of universe he was in. Danger lurked everywhere, darkness and despair reigned, hope was fading, and everything was on the verge of destruction, sliding at light speed towards a massive crater. As an ordinary person with a few "special abilities," Ron had originally planned to live a quiet life in the Lower Nest, scavenging for scraps, taking on quests, and simply passing the days until he died. But… fate, sometimes, is unpredictable. It's like not knowing you'll find the Primarch when you go out. And a resurrected infant version at that. ———————— Many years later. "I really did intend to just sit around doing nothing at first, but who would have thought I'd accidentally save the world?" Imperial Chancellor, Deputy Chancellor, Chief Psychic...

[Lord of Mysteries Fanfiction] + [Two Brand New Self-Created Paths] + [Potions] + [Ensemble Cast] + [Single Female Lead] + [Plot Follows Main Storyline] + [Part 1] Kurt Bard, from the Loen Empire's Backlund, awakens his past life memories at the age of 22, only to find himself transported to the world of Lord of Mysteries. When he transmigrates, the squid has already provided all the potion recipes for the 22 paths... He also carries a copy of the Source Material "Infinite Collapse" and the uniqueness of the "Singularity" "Eye of Möbius." 'The Hanged Man' Alger: "I need a recipe, the name of which is..." 'The Lover' Kurt: "I have news, it will probably take two weeks." Alger: ... 'The Fool' Klein: "I need Emperor Roselle's diary." 'The Lover' Kurt: "Mr. Fool, I've collected 50 pages of Emperor Roselle's diary this week." Klein: ... Kurt originally just wanted to...

Altaïr King was completely bewildered when he woke up to find himself transformed into a golden ear of corn in the Terran palace. It was common knowledge that being a member of the Imperial Guard was a high-risk profession. Especially in this dark and cruel future, the laughter of the evil gods was so piercing, and the claws of the aliens so menacing. Fate was capricious, cruel, and bloody, and he was now clad in radiant gold. He pondered whether he would end up being devoured by warp entities or roasted into popcorn by psionic energy, and then stepped out of his dark underground cell. The Imperial Guard was endangered, but not so easy to kill. Before facing his final fate, he still had a chance to begin his adventure. The burning galaxy was still far away, and the most serious problem this novice Imperial Guard now faced was—he was lost in the palace.