In the distant, dark end of the 41st Millennium, the galaxy has long since fallen apart. The Warp's active influence has left the human empire scrambling to cope. Chaos Warmaster Abaddon's 13th Black Crusade threatens to utterly destroy Cartier, and the tide of Chaos will ultimately tear the galaxy apart. And on this very day, a traveler from another world descends upon this one. Unlike the other travelers, he doesn't cry like a stubbed toe. This human, muscular as an Astartes and clad in unique power armor, gazes upon the demon-stricken battlefield. Without a word, he unleashes the blades on his wrists. A powerful melody fills his surroundings, and his journey to slaughter demons in another world begins. [Doom Slayer] That's his title, or you can call him that. [DOOM] "Which one...

This is not a story about a savior, but a dark epic about how "survivors," caught between emperors and chaos, find a glimmer of hope for humanity in their own way, and ultimately become a "third party" feared by both sides.

"This city is fueled by people's broken spirits, shattered dreams, and the blood and sweat of the people... I don't want to be a cog, and I don't believe roses can bloom on circuit boards."

Damn, who would like such a world?

The crosshairs can't appear in the mind, and the prosthesis can't be installed at will.

But fortunately, there are still gold fingers...

I don't want to be a legend, nor do I plan to do something big. Roll just wants to guard his own little piece of land and live a good life, but why the hell are you forcing me?

So now--

"It's time to show everyone who is the real legend!"

"Adam's Hammer? What a powerful prosthesis, but luckily my body is not bad! Come and touch it! I'll let you know what a yellow-skinned athlete is!"

"Let's choose the color of the nuclear bomb to blow up the Arasaka Tower. Oh, how about pink?"

When you wake up from your sleep to find yourself in a damp, dark, muddy trench, surrounded by soldiers trembling and praying, clutching crosses. —"The Second Battle of Ypres? No problem, just put on your gas mask, you'll survive!" —"The Somme? We can only leave our fate to God." —"Is it the Verdun meat grinder? Oh well, God's useless now, dying is just a fresh start." —"Wait, what does it mean that Duke Constantine led the last of the New Antiochian Knights to resist the attack of the demonic army from hell? What the hell timeline did this put me in?"... In 1099, the Crusades conquered Jerusalem, inadvertently opening the gates of hell. From that moment on, the timeline changed, and human civilization entered a thousand-year dark age of fighting against the demonic army of hell. And Liston, who traveled to this timeline, was clearly a doctor saving lives, but...

At the end of the Terran Unification Wars, the God-Emperor's offspring was cast across the galaxy by a Warp storm. The Emperor's Great Crusade unfolded across the galaxy under the watchful eyes of the Four Gods, foreshadowing the future of humanity. For unknown reasons, an alien soul arrived in Warhammer, becoming the Clown Primarch, Mortarion.

Chen Xing: Hey everyone, I really want to play Stellaris, but seeing aliens makes me nauseous. Is it still possible to get into it? Emperor: Yes, bro, you can! ---------------------------------- (ps: This story is based on the author's personal experience, with just a little embellishment (●'◡'●))

[Western fantasy + simulation + half-succubus, half-fox + not invincible + leveling up + dimensional warfare]

Mikoro was born into a world destined to be swallowed by the abyss, and because of his demonic bloodline, he was to be executed upon reaching adulthood.

Fortunately, he obtained the Life Simulator System, which allowed him to escape death time and time again, seize opportunities from the impossible, and finally become the Lord of Eldar and King Slaanesh at the end of the world.

After the first simulation, he saw a glimmer of hope in a seemingly hopeless situation and successfully elevated himself to the ranks of the extraordinary.

After the second simulation, he seized an opportunity amidst the demonic calamity and escaped the Blazing Sun Empire. From then on, he was free to roam the world!

After the third simulation, he established a stronghold in the northern border of the Mountain Kingdom, commanding a large army and many generals, and the region was thriving.

...

After countless simulations, he sat high in the sky, ascended the throne of Slaanesh, and as far as the eye could see was the Demon Kingdom of Ten Thousand Desires.

All thoughts and desires lead to lustful karma, and all sensory experiences ignite the fires of desire.

Endless demons chanted hymns of praise, their decadent sounds resounding throughout countless worlds:

"Sinking into the sea of ​​desire, singing and dancing wildly; "

Unrestrained and unbridled, he fell from sainthood to demonhood;

Salamu abounds, a perpetual celebration!

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?

Warhammer, Conrad's Apocryphal Book

In that despairing fiftieth millennium, the tentacles of the Great Devourer had swept across the galaxy, the space necromancers had returned, the new Tau Empire had risen, and the shadow of chaos remained.

In that final battle, all of the emperor's loyal sons returned.

However, even with a demigod leading the empire, it was still defeated.

When the last human fell beside the Golden Throne, the Emperor rose in despair, and the Dark Lord brought end and death to everything in the galaxy.

The warp bears witness forever; the mournful cry of the Dark Lord's birth was carried along by the surging waves of the warp to the glorious years of the Great Crusade.

And Conrad Coates, the emperor's most far-sighted son, saw all of this.

This is the distant forty-first millennium. The emperor who once protected humanity has transformed into a cold, black sun. If no one can seize humanity's last chance for resurgence, then I will... make the galaxy burn once more!