A cyberpunk background fan fiction. The first three chapters are necessary background settings. I beg you to be more patient. The fifth chapter will start to work hard. Every step of the plot is carefully planned, and every supporting role is carefully polished. Including the lines of each character are also tried to fit the speaking style of Night City as much as possible, so as not to make you feel out of the play. The author has planned a detailed outline of about one million words. The main and supporting characters are full, the plot is ups and downs, the logic is meticulous and smooth, and the battle details are rich. There are both decisive killing and angry hair. It is definitely not a rookie! It is definitely not a sloppy game! Finally, the author likes the world of cyberpunk very much. This world is cold and cruel, and living here requires more ruthlessness.

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.

[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?】

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?

The protagonist, Ling Ji, was a lowly slave in a primitive civilization in his previous life. In that cruel world of cannibalism, he witnessed his fellow citizens being treated as food by the powerful and playthings by alien forces. He suppressed his humble longing for warmth and, with his extreme cunning and ruthless methods, meticulously planned and destroyed half of the primitive civilization's world—a "liberation" he offered to his suffering compatriots, and the grandest art in his eyes. His only regret was failing to drag the other half of the world into annihilation. A gift (or malice) from an unknown entity led him to be reborn in the 41st millennium of the Holy Empire of Humanity, reduced to a serf in the Nest Capital. The decay, brutality, and cannibalistic nature of this world are exactly the same as in his previous life. What will Ling Ji choose to do now?

When Chen Zuo pulled half a piece of moldy biscuit from the mouth of the mutant giant rat, the system suddenly popped the window: 【 SS-level silly white sweet detected, it is recommended to recycle 】 behind the young girl with radiation cockroach shouting cute.

In order to raise this mentally retarded AI to full scale, he carried a leaky prosthetic welding gun to sweep the garbage mountain, and every time he launched a recycling system, he hurt ⁇ grin: buckle of blood value buckle, this wave I made!

When the iron skin pinches the titanium alloy gate of the high arsenal valve with a robotic arm, Chen is teasing and rubbing the nuclear waste into a peerless soldier.

The pick-up and tattered team of the all-man crazy batch did not know that the fragments of the truth of the end they pieced together are triggering the countdown to global self-destruction...

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.