Do you believe in the Imperial Truth? I admire the first person to make a deal with the Four Gods; they might even end up paralyzed on the toilet. Yellow-skinned man, when I build the Warp Pump, I'll definitely make you awaken. Those who awaken will eventually step down from the Golden Throne. Finally, let me say this: technology is accelerating! 'Solar Tomahawk', 'Thor Mech', 'Arc Generator', 'Hyperspace Rail', 'Warp Drive', 'Cybercles', 'Aether Phase Drive', 'The Reincarnation of the Om Messiah'. That's all—'Made in Stellaris!' Serious version: Leon, who traveled to the remote Warhammer of the M32 era, became a soulless being. With the knowledge he had gained from many other science fiction works before his travels, he transformed himself into a priest of the Mechanicum. While replicating the technologies of various other worlds in the Warhammer universe, he began to spread the light of reason brought by the truth and technology of the Empire in this cesspool of a universe. He punched the greenskins, kicked the Chaos, gathered the traitor legions, and reshaped the future of mankind... In theory, this is how it should have been. Looking at the closed gate of the Terra Palace in front of him, Leon said with tears in his eyes: "Open the door! I really am here to save the Emperor from the toilet!"

America boasts simple folkways, and Florida is a land of talented individuals. A psychopathic killer in prison, a deviant family on the highway, zombies resurrected by voodoo, cursed demons, and unknown creatures beneath the surface of the sea. Having journeyed to the world of American horror, Luke has gained a mastery panel. As long as he continues to grind, he'll become stronger. [The Silence of the Lambs, Night Stalker, Saw, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Hills Have Eyes, Wrong Turn, Alien, The Body Snatchers, The Living Dead, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Halloween, The Evil Dead, and The Deep Cold...]

[A car like a closed room, a woman stabbed to death, and the sound of police sirens getting closer and closer. What choice will you make as a suspected murderer? ]

[1. Do nothing, wait for the police to arrive, and then surrender to the police and admit that you killed the woman]

[2. Do nothing, wait for the police to arrive, but firmly deny that you killed the woman]

[3. Escape]

[4. Before the police arrive, try your best to cover up your evidence of murder and escape responsibility]

"Of course, choose 4!"

Traveling through Tokyo, facing the system that suddenly appeared in front of him, Akikawa Sosuke made a firm decision.

Akikawa Sosuke firmly believed that as long as he survived the crisis in front of him, he could have a peaceful and stable life.

Until he met the elementary school student wearing a red bow tie and round-frame glasses, who called himself a detective...

(Detective Conan fanfiction, original plot, no repetition of animation content)

Natsukawa Sousuke unexpectedly transmigrates to Sakurajima, hoping for a peaceful life of joining clubs and enjoying his youth. However, fate has other plans; without inheriting any of his memories, he only has enough money to live on for a month. Fortunately, every cloud has a silver lining. Just as he was considering whether to try his luck at a convenience store part-time job...

[Ding, strong emotional need detected. System module activated. Would you like to exchange for an admission letter to Tokyo Advanced Education Center? Cost: 20 million yen. Deadline: Before graduation.] Based on the principle that "working is absolutely out of the question," Natsukawa Sosuke decides to seize what may be his only chance in this life. Fortunately, the system can also provide some small assistance:

[Ding! You have gained mastery of basic programming. Cost: Write a program that can run with more than 3,000 lines of valid code. Duration: One month]

Honami: Sosuke, is this data what you're so confident about? Don't disappoint me.

[Ding! You have achieved mastery of basic subjects. Cost: More than 4 hours of effective reading and study time per day. Duration: One month.]

Hiyori: Sosuke really loves reading. I see you at the library every day.

[Ding! You have acquired basic fighting skills. Cost: Seven effective sparring matches. Duration: One week]

Sosuke Natsukawa: Come on, Ayanokouji. Face me head-on. Ayanokouji: ?

(Warhammer 40k, search, attack, retreat, loot the gold, run and knife the rat, snipe the rat, hoard the rat.)

After the battle between the Imperial Planetary Defense Forces and the rebels, a large number of reports were scattered across the battlefield. Li Qinwu, who possessed the search, attack, and withdrawal system, began his own land grabbing business.

The laser gun of a fallen soldier? Take it, it fired level 3 ammo.

Shell armor? Take it! It's a level 4 armor.

Wow! The explosive pistol of the fallen political commissar! It fired level 5 rounds!

The destroyed Leman Rustamsk actually yielded a large gold tank battery!

Take them all back to the Underworld hideout! Sell them to various gang contacts to exchange for building materials and upgrade the hideout.

The hideout manufactures sophisticated machine guns and high-powered batteries. Wearing six sets of power armor, it launches a fierce attack on heretics on the battlefield, increases the Emperor's favorability, and ascends to the Golden Toilet!

[Refreshing novel flow] [Independent plot] [Single or no female protagonist] The protagonist Jiang Ting is reborn into the world of magic, unlocking his innate common talent, performing a different kind of magic peak! Become the Chaos Emperor!

[Farming + Warhammer Fantasy + War + Slow Pace]

The shadow of the end has loomed over the century-long countdown, and the chaotic torrent is about to breach the world's dams. Demons roar, tearing reality apart, nations crumble in the flames of war, and even the highest gods cannot escape their fate of demise.

Who can reverse this doomed fate?

"Humans? They're as fragile as paper, not a single one of them is worth a fight!"

"Pointy ears? All they do is fight amongst themselves and gossip, they're such useless sissies!"

"Short and timid? Hiding in holes like turtles, just a bunch of shut-ins getting moldy!"

A green-skinned orc with bared fangs spat, surveying the battlefield with disdain. Behind him stretched an endless mass of massive black orcs, their muscular bodies laden with spoils; there were night goblin fanatics wielding bone spikes, their crimson eyes burning with Waaaaagh flames; there was the Queen Spider, a mobile fortress, her eight legs sending debris flying wherever they stepped; there were the Great Techies carrying booming firearms, their strange devices crackling with electricity—even the legendary ancient space machine, supposedly floating in the clouds, hummed and followed behind the green-skinned army.

When the soul of the transmigrator collided with this green-skinned body born for war, and when the cold system interface met the green-skinned man's greatest "I think" technique, a wonderful chemical reaction erupted.

The orc suddenly raised his giant axe, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth:

"I think—to save this wretched world, we still need our big green skins!"

"From this day forward, I am the savior!"

"Waaaaagh!"

Transmigrating to Warhammer 30,000, Lu Heng was astonished to find that while others transmigrated to become Primarchs, Space Marines, or at best, mortal governors or Emperor's Chosen, why was he the Butcher's Nail?! Since that's the case, he decided to set a small goal: to make Khorne his own Chosen! "Angron Unit 2! Go berserk!" "Look, that's your father! Let me chop him down!" When the Emperor saw Angron expressing reluctance to remove the Butcher's Nail and frantically recommending it to his brothers, he felt that his progeny had finally gone mad! Angron retorted, "I don't know either! They just started calling me Ohm Messiah for no reason!" "Oh! I'm not a Legion Commander, I'm just Angron Unit 2." This book is also known as *Angron Operation Manual*, *Pilot and Angron Unit 2!*, and *The Gospel Nail of the New Century!*

Lanzhus: "The stain of chaos will never disappear, Company Commander Titus. As the cleric of the new chapter, I will be watching you closely!" Titus didn't respond immediately, but turned to look at the other members of the new chapter. There was the Qinmu Chapter Commander, with a kitchen knife at his waist and a homemade gun made from a water pipe, the one with the highest proportion of human beings likely being a perennial veteran. There was the Tyranid Insect, convinced he was an apothecary and dedicated to healing the wounded. There was the traitor who worshipped the Emperor and served as the new chapter's think tank curator. There was the unconventional technocrat who shouted "Long live Omnisaya!"—a space necromancer who firmly believed he was human. There was the peace-loving green-skinned orc who enjoyed farming and construction. ...We are all different, but we are all truly human!