In the distant 41st millennium, countless races clashed within the galaxy. The ravenous Devourer had extended its tentacles here, the former galactic overlords were gradually awakening, and the whispers from the warp grew ever stronger. Lin Yuan, by accident, arrived in this cesspool-like universe. Watching the heroes and warriors battling it out in the galaxy, he was filled with despair. "I was just joking, I really didn't intend to serve the Emperor." Good news: Lin Yuan acquired a system. Bad news: He resurrected in the Undercity, and the first thing the system summoned was the Zerg from StarCraft II... Lin Yuan looked at the Zerglings and cockroaches hopping around him, and the Xenomorphs circling above his head, his despair deepening. "Damn it, is this really not Tzeentch's blessing?!"

The wasteland storm was still roaring, but Su Ze had already pressed the "new game" button.

In a nostalgic game, he and the system unexpectedly plunged into the apocalyptic world of "Faraway"—

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself to be Albert Black, the protagonist exiled from Vault 13.

The regulator's task prompts are cold and impersonal:

"Searching for water purification chips, remaining time: 150 days."

Thus, the ticking of the Geiger counter became his heartbeat.

Every speck of radioactive dust reminded him: This is not a game, this is life.

From a monster-infested wasteland to a steel fortress of super mutants,

From the low growl of the dog meat vendor to the countdown to the nuclear missile silo,

Suze—or rather, Albert—must exist in the collapsing world.

Using the magic of the "system" and the struggle of the "protagonist,"

Go and retrieve that tiny chip.

It also reclaimed humanity's last glimmer of hope and glory.

The end of the world has come, and the legend begins.

Welcome to the wasteland, please don't die too quickly.

[An incredibly satisfying and exhilarating story! Earth was perfectly fine until a massive rift tore the solar system apart, unleashing endless demons and aliens from its depths.]

Have you heard? That madman is constantly yelling about saving Terra. He's not just a madman, he shouts something about the Emperor every time he kills those green aliens.

Meanwhile, on a battlefield

Lin Feng was so excited when he saw the green-skinned orc he had been searching for that he almost cried.

For the Emperor!

waaagh!

[My thinking power + Orcs + Time travel + Conquest + Joy + No female lead]

It starts with a green-skinned kid, and ends with him smashing through countless worlds.

What? Your unit is an angel? A dragon? A vampire?

Don't laugh at me for having only a little green kid. In a couple of weeks, you'll understand the meaning of "endless"!

A race born for war!!!

One green-skinned beast falls, ten thousand are born!

What faith can lead to godhood? What technological advancements? Nothing beats tens of thousands of green-skinned bastards believing that I am big and strong!

I think our lord is invincible!!!

I'm thinking a level 7 civilization could be created by hand!

Orcs were born to feed humans, and humans used a single punch to crush the heavens!

Vast, vast, vast, vast, vast, vast!

"Mao was both brutal and cunning!!!"

“WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!”

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

Transcending into the Warhammer world. The Middle Ages are a chaotic wasteland, with the shadow of eternal destruction looming over all timelines. The end is nigh, and the grand game of the Chaos Gods unfolds in the Middle Ages. Carrying a simulator, when faced with the choice between becoming Primal Chaos and the Watchers of Order, will you destroy or save the world? In the 40th millennium of Warhammer, endless war engulfs the entire galaxy. The Emperor is long gone, buried on the Golden Throne. The Astragalus and Astartes have paid a heavy price; even the Primarch's return cannot halt the Imperium's despair. The edifice is crumbling, and the Dark Lord is about to rise from the throne. A decisive outcome will change everything, ensuring humanity's glory endures. Conquer or destroy the Xenomorphs, only in the name of Primal Chaos, in the sight of the gods.

I woke up to find myself, a glorious Soviet base vehicle AI, in a bizarre American wasteland—a place filled with atomic punk metal lumps and mutated giant cockroaches, even more outrageous than the heart of capitalism!

To restore order (and incidentally have some fun), I "recruited" a group of tribal natives who couldn't even put on their own pants. The most urgent task? Teaching them to speak magnificent Chinglish! After all, who can stand that incredibly complicated, unrelated native English?

And so, a bizarre sight appeared in the wasteland: a group of blond, blue-eyed burly men, speaking broken, construction-worker-accented English, shouting "Hurrah! For Ironhead God!", drove their magnetic tanks over mutants, followed by a swaying Kirov...

Hey, you over there, the shelter kid in the blue bodysuit, and those tin knights with laser guns, any complaints about the "Red Iron Curtain"? No? Very well, comrade, welcome to the Soviet wasteland!

When Lin Mo awoke in the Australian desert of a parallel world, the Red Alert system on his wrist became his only support. Starting from a lonely power plant, he proceeded step by step, building a steel base on the deserted red land, mass-producing equipment, cultivating oases, and etching the name "Spark" into the fabric of this continent.

Having transmigrated to a medieval-like alternate world, Su Ye, carrying a gift from Mother Earth, is determined to shatter this dark world.

Farming, development, and the liberation of the world with advanced productivity and worldview—everything went very smoothly.

Until he saw the castle opposite him actually stand up!

As the giant mech approached like a mountain, Su Ye was speechless and looked at the people around him and the little animals on her body.

Damn it, how could it be Warhammer, that cesspool!

However, Su Ye was not flustered. It was time to give these young players some of the fantasy shock of veteran players from the 2K era!

The system is initiating the redemption! Come forth, Paradox Engine! Now, time is on our side.

Regarding the upcoming Imperial Tax Bureau, Su Ye declared that paying taxes was impossible; what Empire, what Subspace—it was all a waste of time and resources.

(A hodgepodge of Stellaris, Red Alert, Halo, Transformers, Star Trek, Lobotomy Corporation, etc., and I am Cloud Hammer, I am Cloud Hammer.)

This is a world of elves, magic, machines, and gods. This is the world of Warhammer 40,000. As a lucky transmigrator, he is the heir to a kingdom, but at the same time, he is the expensive currency of the Old Man, a Primarch with the essence of the Warp.

Now his old man Huang has arrived.

All videos from the Warhammer world were broadcast to all the worlds!

As the title suggests, it's a real shame that no one is writing about Warhammer in a time when cinematic writing is so prevalent. This book will only be about Warhammer.

The purpose is to let the world know about the human empire that does everything for the survival of mankind, and to let other worlds know what despair and hope are.

Everything in the Warhammer world was projected into the myriad realms!

[Ring the bell once! Push the lever, start the piston and pump... Ring the bell twice! Press the button, the engine ignites, the turbine is set ablaze, life is injected... Ring the bell three times! Sing in unison, praise the god of machines!]

Trisolaran: "Wait, Earth is so advanced now?! What's ETO all about?!"

P.S.: The first forty chapters are basically about the darkness of the Empire, and the introduction of the warp only begins later. The author is not an Empire hater.

There are only a few worlds to watch: God of War, DC, Marvel, Kingdom of Light, and Warhammer. I'll consider adding others later, since I'm writing about these worlds purely out of interest.

The world depicted in the first chapter was written a year ago when I was still interested in these games. Now that I'm not interested, I've lost the motivation to write more.