Under the daily routine, at the end of rationality, outside the world you are familiar with - it is a landscape you have never imagined.

When Yu Sheng opened the door for the first time, the world he was familiar with collapsed.

And the "truth" that goes straight to the root of the world came to him.

I have traveled to the Warhammer world, but the gold finger is for making pancakes. Is the skin of your pancake made of gold or the sauce made of silver? My pancakes can be eaten by the black-angry Blood Angels, the high-spirited Slaanesh believers, or even the spare ribs and machine spirits who have no concept of eating. What is the Chosen One of Slaanesh? Slaanesh is my Chosen One!