Control? Contain? Protect?"

"Sorry, Bai Yu, I don't know where you heard these messed up slogans, but there is only one thing you have to remember, this is Lobotomy Corporation."

"Even if you have worked your way up from an employee, you must put energy production first."

Angela smiled at Bai Yu who had just arrived at the headquarters office.

"Now, let these abnormalities behind you go back to the containment room."

"Sorry, Angela, they may not listen to me."

Bai Yu also looked helplessly at the guide, Hai Si and Cell Man behind him.

Turning his head, he looked at the beautiful AI seriously.

"Also, I really want to end this cycle."

[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!"

They're all loyal when you talk about it, but they won't go when you ask. This statement perhaps best reflects the reality of the Warhammer world.

It contains so much passion and romance between men, but even more so, endless despair.

Zhou Bin, this unlucky fellow, simply joined a Warhammer 40K fan group by chance, watched a few short videos recommended by them, and, following their advice, reluctantly shouted a few words of loyalty in the group. Before he knew it, he had been transported to the world of Warhammer 40K.

He became one of the countless ordinary people in this world, and how will he struggle to survive in this universe full of malice towards humanity?

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!*

In the despairing darkness of the universe, they struggle to survive, maintain the light of humanity, forge impossible alliances, and fulfill the unfinished dream of an emperor—to build a truly stable and hopeful human empire.

This is an age of humanity's resurgence! After countless trials and tribulations, a great being known as the Emperor is formally attempting to rebuild the glory of the human race. But on the other side of the material universe, the Chaos Gods have long since regarded humanity as their main course... In this dark and terrifying cosmos, the only future is war!

That is, until the soul of an ancient Terran, named Osiris, arrives in the Warhammer universe and into the body of Lycaeus. The threads of destiny begin to intertwine. Can this outsider turn the tide for a humanity whose fate is already sealed?

For now, Osiris knows nothing of this. He's staring blankly at the mining pick in his hand...

"Damn it, hasn't Corax's amniotic pod landed yet? I don't want to mine anymore!!!!" Sandman stares into the pitch-black mine and falls into a profound silence...

[Rebirth] + [Strange] + [Yin Job Sequence] + [Ghost Control] + [Micro Farming] + [Tomb Construction]

The age of terror has arrived and the death game has appeared. This is a world where ghost slayers and the weirdness coexist.

Chu Qing, who was about to become the first-rank Yin official 'King of Chujiang' in his previous life, was reborn in the future at the beginning of a strange era.

The old rules are on the verge of breaking, and who will be the master of the dark dawn?

Chu Qing woke up from the long night and returned from hell.

In this era where weirdness is rampant and life is uncertain, build a kingdom and era of your own.

"My name is Chu Qing. You can call me King Chujiang, or... Son of Heaven Yin."

Wang Ming was teleported to the Warhammer 40k universe full of monsters and demons by the saint on the golden toilet. The system that was originally intended to bind him self-destructed after giving him an immortal body with the power of the Primarch (real immortality). Then Wang Ming started his suicidal journey in 40k with the "legacy" of the system. Among the stars of 40k, there appeared a neurotic unknown Primarch and an unknown legion speaking Chinese.

Qiao Shen, a low-level office worker in a cyberpunk city, is attacked by strange creatures, and as a result, he loses his studies, his job, and becomes in debt. However, he is accidentally implanted with a mysterious artificial intelligence system, 002, which has the capabilities of technology replication and network intrusion, and thus embarks on the road of technological evolution.

Qiao Shen: "You have a great skill, now it's mine!"

Mechanical prostheses, microbial drugs, super brain chips... On the positive side of the world, the evolution of human body technology is brilliant and colorful;

Horrifying unknown creatures, the mystery of the amnesiac girl's life experience, the unreachable end of evolution... On the other side of the world, strange layers of fog quietly descend.

As Qiao Shen climbs to the pinnacle of technological evolution, crushes the powerful who wantonly manipulate the citizens, and becomes the ultimate ruler of the city, he suddenly discovers that "evolution" is far from as simple as he imagined...

With the ability to obtain a random item from the universe every day, I transformed into an Astartes recruit in the Warhammer universe who was about to be transformed and killed.

At the critical moment of gene seed implantation, I drew the dog talisman from "Jackie Chan Adventures" and gained eternal life.

I thought my immortality would allow me to walk freely in this dark universe, until I saw with my own eyes that a Chaos Demon devoured an entire company of Space Marines.

The Empire sees me as a heretic, Chaos sees me as prey, and the Mechanicus wants to dismantle me for research.

Today, my system gift is a lightsaber from Star Wars, valid for 23 hours and 59 minutes.

In the distance, the Inquisitor's black ship was slowly entering the starport.

"Well," I said, tightening my grip on the hilt, "let's see whose day it is."