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.

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.

[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!!!"

[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!

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?!"

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!

Humanity has never been so close to the edge of destruction. If it does not fight, it will be destroyed. Only the Star Marines stand up. They are warriors blessed by the Emperor, the legendary guardians. They travel in the starry sky, guarding humanity for thousands of years. The storm is about to rise, and it starts from the Far East. Special note: The style of this book tends to develop towards "Gothic"...

[Farming and Development] [War and Plunder] [Interdimensional Invasion]

waaagh!

Traverse a world teeming with gods, wielding the war dragon banner, and grow stronger with every fight! Even the timid mushroom man can evolve into a gigantic orc!

Orc boy—Brutal Orc—Dark Orc—Big Orc—Orc Warlord, born and raised in the land, delighted by war!

More numerous than swarms of insects, stronger than dragons, and armed with weapons more powerful than dwarves, let the green tide engulf the world! waaagh!

[System Message: World Line Initializing... Alteration Rate: 0.001%]

Su Li stared at the scene unfolding on the massive public monitor, a stream of curses catching in his throat. Of all the places to be thrown into, it had to be Island Iffish—right at the dawn of the One Year War. Was this some kind of cosmic joke? Was fate itself trying to get him killed?

But then he discovered a secret: he could alter the very fabric of this world line, reaping incredible rewards for every change he made. From that moment on, the legend of the "White Devil" was destined to be rewritten.

His enemies could only cry out in disbelief, "What in the world is that Zaku?!"

Su Li would just grin, his voice cutting through the comms. "Hey, Red Comet! You think you're three times faster? Then prove it and get over here!"

Eli, who came to the Universal Century, witnessed the cruelty of war. Driving a mass-produced machine, he wanted to stay away from the world of conflict.

But he never thought that the meteor of the new human in the battle really made him want to do something.

He wanted to change the tragedy.

Come and witness, the tears of another Universal Century