In the 41st millennium, my planet Cadia was rated as the most habitable planet for humans, with a birth rate that once reached a terrifying 35%. And I made an indelible contribution to this. Even the renowned mass production expert Guilliman once brought a team of experts to seek his advice. "A plant that was extinct long ago, existing only in the 2K era of ancient Terra, how is this possible?" The accompanying personnel were dumbfounded, staring at the fields of carrots and potatoes. "By the God of Machines, a lump of iron without wires or energy can move freely, and even possesses a machine soul." The Cult of Mechanics stood before the iron golem legion, their hands trembling uncontrollably. "This thing is so much better than the STC template." The priest stroked the workbench, his electronic eyes fixed on the crafting recipe. "A device similar to the Web?" Guilliman looked up at the massive Hell Gate made of obsidian, watching the interstellar cargo ships coming and going. Finally, all four of them turned to Zhou Ke and exclaimed in unison, "How did you do that?" Zhou Ke coughed, his expression serious. "These achievements are all thanks to my persistent efforts!" Then he changed the subject, "Of course, the invaluable help from Minecraft and its mods is indispensable." From single-target control to infinite water, mechanical power to iron magic, Tinker's Construct to advanced enchantments... This is the story of a Minecraft player skillfully using traits and mods to 'persecute' the entire Warhammer universe.

"First, I beseech Holy King Guilliman! Second, I beseech Les to possess me! Third, I beseech Grand Marshal Leon! May the Emperor manifest and sweep away the evil spirits! May my left shoulder be benevolent and righteous! May my right shoulder be righteous and benevolent! May the treacherous and horrible aid me! May the false emperor, the great villain, be annihilated!" Looking at the weak human before him, babbling incoherently before the two armies, his eyes rolling back and his body convulsing, an aura of unspeakable loyalty emanated from this human and spread throughout the battlefield. The onlookers, from powerful demon lords to imperial auxiliary soldiers and accompanying priests, all involuntarily took three steps back, their faces showing simultaneous terror. "I told you! These warlock cultists are pathetic!" Li Lian, who himself didn't know what had possessed him this time, gave a smug smile to the restless archbishop not far away. "See that? This is the mysterious power from the East!" "Alas! Your Excellency the Archbishop, and that incredibly strong Governor possessed by the Demon Prince! Don't run away!"

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...

[Time travel + System + Invincible protagonist + Warhammer reference + Father-son daily life + Invincible young hero]

I woke up to find myself the most miserable Primarch in the Warhammer universe, Guilliman!

At the start, the Eldar stabbed him in the neck with a knife, the Chaos Legion attacked him head-on, and his own offspring clung to a broken holy book from ten thousand years ago.

Luckily, I have the "Strongest Regent System" with me, and I merged with Regent Witrum at the start! I stopped the Thunderhawk with my bare hands, traversed warp space with my bare body, and crushed a Chaos Can with a single punch!

Abaddon: "How could he possibly be resurrected?!"

Tzeentch the Demon: "He dragged me out of warp with his bare hands!!"

Ultramariner: "Father...why are you taking out your belt?!"

Guilliman grinned: "Good boy, today Daddy will teach you what 'fatherly love is as solid as a mountain' really means!"

With all the Ultra Warriors upgraded and empowered by intelligent atoms, their offspring are all little superhumans!

The Khorne's army? Crushed! The filthy tide of corruption? Purified!

A treacherous scheme? I'll drag the real me out of the warp with my bare hands and slap him across the face!

Slaanesh is below, the Regent is above!

Guilliman shattered the Eye of Fear, grabbed the heads of the four evil gods, and threw them onto the Golden Throne: "Father, you didn't beat them hard enough or fast enough back then! This generation of Chaos—needs to be whipped with a belt!"

[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!!!"

[June 28th, I time-traveled.] [July 1st, I disguised myself as a kingdom agent and fooled the sheriff, sentence +10 years] [July 18th, I forged an identity to cross the border and incidentally killed the border guard, sentence +80 years] [August 2nd, I started brewing and selling bootlegging, and had eight fights with local thugs in one day. The Night Shift Chief was furious, sentence +50 years] [August 21st, I changed my identity and joined the Night Shift Bureau, altered my file, sentence -140 years] [September 3rd, I was discovered altering the file, sentence +500 years!] [December 25th, I ignited the flames of Reforging Fala City, sentence... +40k years, haha]... [July 7th, I am the Night Shift Chief now, sentence permanently reset to zero]... [December 12th, these files need a name change, how about the Regent's Memoirs?]... [June 28th, it's time...]

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!

I unexpectedly traveled to the late Eastern Han Dynasty, but... why is this so different from the history books? Back then, the Han Dynasty was a land of galloping horses and cavalry on the grasslands, haunted by ghostly figures at midnight; serpent monsters lurked in deep pools, and fox spirits roamed the mountains; powerful families monopolized magic, and the Han emperor and princes transformed into dragons. Ten thousand demons, all carrying Han Dynasty green cards, proclaimed how powerful their empire was. Millions of people donned yellow turbans, wielding thunder and lightning, calling themselves the Thunder Warriors of the Yellow Heaven, and establishing thirty-six war generals across the nine provinces to lead the Yellow Turban Rebellion. From the Taihang Mountains to the seven commanderies of Jingzhou, they caused rivers to boil, destroyed cities, and set the empire ablaze. I wonder if half of the war generals will betray the Yellow Heaven someday. Okay, a little strange is a little strange, but... why are all these renowned figures from the late Han and Three Kingdoms periods all women?

Luo Fan used the system to become the captain and, together with the Valkyrie, destroyed the Honkai and resurrected everyone who had sacrificed themselves in the Honkai. Just as he was living a carefree life with the Valkyrie, a fan-made video disrupted their plans.

Crossing into a utopia where everyone lies down and is entertained to the death, Ye Xun is not an artsy youth. He specializes in curing mental exhaustion. He pulls out Battlefield: Warhammer 40k, where the desperate battlefield awakens his fighting spirit and death reshapes the human soul.

The Hundred Schools of Thought Contend in Assassin's Creed: Pre-Qin

The intrigue and treachery of Total War: Three Kingdoms

The cyber hell of *Dorman 2077*... queuing for medical treatment.

Who says entertainment is the death of humanity? I use the ninth art to prolong the life of civilization!