The Naruto saga's finale revealed it was all just the Ōtsutsuki clan's family drama! But what about a protagonist who's none of it—no Uchiha blood, no Senju legacy, not even a Hyūga or Uzumaki? Not even from Konoha!

Meet our hero: a true native shinobi of the elemental nations, whose path veers wildly off script due to mysterious twists of fate. Armed with Sunagakure's puppet arts, he carves his own legend into this fractured world.

Watch as sandstorm puppetry meets cosmic intrigue, and a nobody from the shadows steals the spotlight. The Ōtsutsuki war for the heavens? Pfft. This is the rise of the forgotten.

Tang Yan, the Puppet Master of Sunagakure, awakens the legacy of the Tang Sect and wields the [Myriad Heavenly Craft Box]!

Starting out by crafting puppets, he instantly annihilates a Chunin, leaving Maki stunned!

Tang Sect Mechanisms + Ninjutsu Puppetry = ?

Witness the fusion of puppetry engineering and the art of slaughter!

Hidden weapons like the "Peacock Feather" and "Dragon Whisker Needles" reappear in the ninja world—one strike, certain death!

"Buddha’s Wrath: Tang Lotus"—are you sure you can survive it?

On the battlefield, he is the "Director", a master of schemes. With a flick of his fingers, mighty foes turn to dust.

Rising from Sunagakure, he shakes the ninja world, aiming straight for the pinnacle of power!

Reborn in the Naruto World… But Not in Konoha?!

Instead of landing in the protagonist-rich Leaf Village, I woke up in Sunagakure—the broke, sand-blasted underdog of the Five Great Nations.

Luckily, fate tossed me a bone: I became the grandson of Chiyo, the Sand’s legendary elder, and the older brother of the Red Sand’s most infamous prodigy—Sasori of the Red Sand.

(Or should I say… ‘Scorpion of the Crimson Sands’? Because in this life, they call me ‘Venom of the Crimson Sands’—the one who opened this era’s chaos by slaying the Third Kazekage.)

Puppetry? Poison? Please. I’ll show you what true terror looks like when you mix Suna’s forbidden arts with the knowledge of a transmigrator.

The Akatsuki wants weapons? The Otsutsuki want pawns? Too bad. This sandstorm bows to no one.

"The universe has died countless times.

Each cycle, Chaos devours all, the Warp sunders reality, and the Tyranids consume the stars. Humanity—whether the Imperium, the Aeldari, the T’au, or any other race—meets the same inevitable end. The law of entropy hangs like a blade over every civilization, and every rebirth is but a replay of the same despair.

Until…

An anomaly emerges—one that should not exist.

He is no mortal, but a forgotten Warp deity of the 40k universe, an "Outlier" who has spent endless cycles seeking salvation. As the final collapse approaches, he forges an unholy alliance with the God-Emperor, Belisarius Cawl, and… something older than the Dark Gods themselves.

Now, armed with forbidden Imperial technology, the secrets of the Omnissiah, and the whispers of a dead universe, he will defy fate itself.

Even if it means burning the galaxy to ashes.

Even if he must become something worse than the Ruinous Powers.

This time… there will be no next cycle."

[Warhammer + Fanfic + Alternate Lore + Comedy + System]

College student Yan Yue transmigrated into the body of a Space Marine Centurion—only to discover he’s now leading the last remnants of the Luna Wolves, a legion trapped in the Warp for 10,000 years.

When their battle barge escapes the ruins of Cadia, Yan Yue and his ancient Long War veterans emerge into a galaxy gone mad:

The Imperium is rotting with corruption,

The Inquisition wants them dead,

And his "Loyalty Meter" System keeps pinging: "Bro, maybe don’t mention you served Horus?"

Armed with pre-heresy drip, two layers of PTSD, and a darkly hilarious misunderstanding aura, this accidental warlord must either:

✓ Redeem his legion’s name,

✓ Conquer the Throneworld for giggles, or

✓ Die spectacularly when the Black Templars find him.

The Emperor’s finest? More like… the galaxy’s worst book club.

"When the pack abandons loyalty to their alpha, some wolves still follow the old ways.

I, Aylin, am such a wolf!"

"Horus, I warn you for the last time! Do not bow to the Warp!"

"......"

"So be it. Then we fight! I will remain loyal to the Emperor unto death! I will watch you fall - and when your blasphemous ambition destroys you, I will stand at your side once more... to hear your final answer!"

(My first webnovel—a slow-burn story that builds in intensity!)

The Imperium of Man is a galaxy-spanning empire devoted to a god-like figure—the Emperor, enthroned in eternal vigil upon the Golden Throne. Even in this technologically advanced yet decaying future, faith and dogma remain the bedrock of society.

Pilgrims are those who undertake perilous journeys to prove devotion, seek redemption, or fulfill sacred obligations. Their destinations may include holy sites such as Terra (Holy Earth), where the Emperor slumbers, or other worlds sanctified by martyrdom and miracle.

Pilgrim-ships are the decrepit, overcrowded vessels that carry these masses through the void. Picture a floating slum in space, packed with hundreds of thousands of desperate souls. These voyages are long, grueling, and rife with danger—starvation, mutant uprisings, warp-borne horrors, and the ever-looming threat of heresy.

Title: Warhammer + Fourth Scourge + Space Pirate "Ship-Lord"

Description:

Minion A: "Boss! There’s a bunch of Chaos tin-cans ahead!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Pull alongside ‘em."

Minion B: "Boss! Some pointy-eared space elves up front!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Pull alongside ‘em."

Minion C: "Boss! A mob of green fungus freaks!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Pull alongside ‘em."

Minion D: "Boss! There’s a Primarch with a few tin-cans brawling with Warp demons!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Holy sh—"

Minion D (mishearing): "Boss says pull alongside ‘em!"

Zhao Dezhu: "……"

(This is a chaotic comedy—veteran Warhammer fans, go easy on the hate! Expect abstract memes, zero logic, and maximum yolo.)

"In the dark and distant future, there is only war. When the ancient Doom Slayer awakens once more by the Emperor’s will, and when the gaze of the primordial Four turns again upon the material universe, the veil between realms grows ever thinner. In this age of crumbling barriers, can the Doom Guy truly bring hope to humanity—or even the entire galaxy—as the Emperor desires?"

(Note: This is an ensemble narrative—readers who dislike this style, beware! While Doom’s storyline is absolutely present, the early chapters focus more on a sprawling cast, akin to the "Roboutian Heresy" fanworks. This is a fresh timeline, so the return of the Primarchs and major battles may not follow chronological order. That said, core lore remains intact.)

Tags: [Warhammer] [Godslaying] [Combat] [Blood-Pumping] [Not Exactly Lighthearted]

Who is Wang Shao?

Just another nameless extra in the grand drama of deicide—the first cannon fodder to die when Lin Qiye made his entrance.

But death was only the beginning.

His soul hurtled through the void, reborn in the nightmarish crucible of the Warhammer universe. There, he learned the only truth that matters: In the face of annihilation, you trust your own strength—or you perish.

Through fire and blood, he ascended to become one of the Emperor’s chosen—a Salamanders Space Marine, clad in adamantium and faith.

Until betrayal cast him into the abyss.

Yet by the caprice of the Warp, Wang Shao awoke back on Earth, days before Lin Qiye’s fateful arrival.

This time, the so-called "gods" of this world will burn.

"I am the Emperor’s Angel of Death—and their end has come."