As a time traveler transported to the Warhammer 40k universe carrying high-dimensional information, could a simple death in the right manner grant him instant invincibility? Zhang Ge glanced at his laser rifle and asked his companions the name of the planet. Upon receiving the answer, "Vigilance," he exclaimed, "I've never had such a wonderful start." As a leading figure in the Imperial Guard, how could death be easy in a battle of this magnitude? Essentially, there was nothing to do, just stay in the trenches, and the enemy would find creative ways to kill you. However, when a casual touch of the laser rifle caused its machine spirit to tremble with joy, and when he seized the opportunity to poke his head out of the trench and kill a dozen heretics, and a shell slammed into the trench, sending shrapnel and shockwaves slicing through the entire platoon's position, killing thirty or forty allies besides Zhang Ge, but just avoiding him, he realized that things weren't as simple as they seemed.

Nine hundred years into the forty-first millennium of humanity, a crisis brewed that would shape the fate of the entire galaxy. Beyond the farthest point ever reached by the Sun Lord's expedition, within a halo of stars that the expeditionary force had never set foot on, lay a human civilization distinct from the Empire. They considered themselves descendants of the Golden Men and dubbed themselves the Human Federation. Qiao Wen, fortunately, found himself within the Human Federation. As the sole person handling external affairs for this civilization, he discovered that he could rely not only on ancient human technology but also on his own innate magical powers.