Blue, wearing these familiar gadgets, stood on the streets of 2025. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, spilling onto the asphalt, and the air was filled with the aroma of coffee and bread. He didn't know why he'd arrived here in 2077, but the beauty of this world, free of nuclear wastewater, synthetic food capsules, and cyberpsychopaths, filled him with a trance. The city of fifty-three years ago was still vibrant, its people's faces still reflecting genuine emotions. Since he couldn't go back, he'd return to his old ways. In this age before technology, he remained the middleman treading the fine line between right and wrong: connecting people, resolving problems for clients, and even creating them when necessary. After all, no matter where...

There is no way to win, I don't understand that kind of thing——

Carrying the last light of mankind, Shinji Ikari transformed into Tiga and fought the final death battle with Gatanjea.

With Tiga's victory, Shinji Ikari closed his eyes in satisfaction...

When these eyes opened again...

Monsters became apostles, and the winning team became nerv

And humans seem to have lost the light in their hearts

This is the third new Tokyo, a world where humans cannot be saved

And all this will be rewritten...

Because the giant of light stands on the earth.

This time, the emperor was no longer alone. At the beginning of the emperor's birth, he was born alongside the mortal parents who adopted him.

Although he was not omniscient and omnipotent, his knowledge was far inferior to that of the emperor.

However, he possesses power and psychic abilities even greater than those of the Emperor.

If humanity gains another human with power comparable to an evil god, as strong as the strongest star gods, will humanity ultimately change?

Note: The author is Yun Chui. If there are any issues with the setting, you can remind me or simply ignore them. The main point is to have fun.

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...

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.

"What did you say?" Abaddon exclaimed, both shocked and furious. "We've been boarded?! And by a bunch of mortals?!"

“Yes, sir.” A Chaos Space Marine wiped the cold sweat from his brow. “They are too strange. If we don’t send reinforcements soon, our defenses will be breached! Sir, I suggest you evacuate first…”

"Shut up!" Abaddon roared. "Who are we? We are the Black Legion! We have launched thirteen expeditions, each one dealing a fatal blow to the Empire! We are the Empire's eternal nightmare! And now, are we to retreat before a few mortals?"

"Assemble the troops immediately! I will make those arrogant bastards die here! Let the Empire know that we..."

"Bang!" "Rip rip rip!!!" "Boom!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a huge ceiling collapsed, and on it, the corpses of Space Marines were piled up like mountains. On the mountaintop, several figures, bathed in the aura of blood, looked down.

Under Abaddon's shocked gaze, a man carrying a halberd looked around at him and said, "You're Abaddon, aren't you?"

"In the name of humanity, we bring you to trial, traitor!"

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?!"

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.

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!