This is the distant forty-first millennium. The emperor who once protected humanity has transformed into a cold, black sun. If no one can seize humanity's last chance for resurgence, then I will... make the galaxy burn once more!

"You are mine and only mine, do you hear me?"

"Where did she come from? I hate her, get rid of her now."

"Recalibrate and fire again, and this time we will show no mercy."

"You are completely crazy!"

"Crazy? This is Zaun!!"

(The setting of the War of the Two Cities is the main fan fiction, and the other background stories of League of Legends are set as auxiliary. There are some magical changes. Now that Riot has started to eat the book, I can feel free to make magical changes)

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...

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 (●'◡'●))

"According to Heimerdinger, by implanting microcomputers into the human body and adjusting the expression and expression relationship between genes and the body, we can gain abilities close to those of gods."

Jiang Fan, who was already sitting in the position of the wall-climber, stroked his chin and muttered softly,

"This is a really good idea. Why not call it the God-making Project!"

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...

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?

This book is also known as: *Blood Sacrifice to the God-Emperor*, *The Second Empire, Starting with Slaanesh, Has No Secrets*, and *Your Majesty, Please Abdicate*. When you arrive in a corrupt and decadent empire, sold into slavery in the arena, will you rely on blood and glory to overthrow the entire empire, or will you indulge in the carnal pleasures of noble and aloof ladies, beautiful and sexy female knights, elegant and alluring countesses, charming and beautiful duchesses, wild and fiery centaurs, bewitching drow elves, and graceful and elegant high elves? Or will you rely on intrigue to add a song of treachery to this corrupt empire? Or perhaps, the song of life can also be played in the crucible of humanity. For Asmodel, this is not important. Because, you just mentioned secrets, right?

[Succubus + Western Fantasy World + Light Novel + Sigma + Farming + Cultivation Stream + Multiple Girls]

At the beginning, he traveled through the villain's minions and was even killed and his body was thrown away. Faced with his poor and almost pitiful physical fitness and ridiculously high charm value, Angel did not complain or cry, but just gritted his teeth and calmly tried his best to survive.

Build a camp, be self-sufficient, earn money to go to school, and teach yourself...

He overcame the difficulties with gritted teeth, but there were more and more uninvited guests in his life:

The little girl who was destined to be sacrificed to the demon god always came to secretly watch him.

The Ice Witch, who should be a good match for the hero, always blushes inexplicably when looking at him.

The White-haired Witch, whose total magical power rivals that of an ancient sage, seems to favor him.

The cruel and hypocritical princess seems to have taken a completely different path from the main plot.

He clearly just wanted to survive in this world by relying on his familiarity with the plot and knowledge of the future, but Angel slowly discovered that things seemed to be beyond his control.

Ultimately, he had to make his own choice:

Should he follow the plot, or give up his only advantage and live a different life?

...

Angel looked up at the sky and sighed, but his emerald green eyes remained calm and peaceful.

"Anyway, time to get to work."

In the dark night, he talked to himself and gently stirred the charcoal in the campfire with tongs. The sparks illuminated his face, which seemed always calm. Ingres stood up and walked towards the dark forest.

...

This is a story about a villain who fights to the death to survive.

As the Hun's horses' hooves shattered the ice of the Rhine, the 16-year-old Roman farmer Marcus knew only two things: run, and revenge.

On the day his village burned to the ground, his parents' blood soaked his sandals, his sister's cries were swallowed by the barbarians' wild laughter. From a slave in the army to a blood-soaked centurion, he grasped the old centurion's sword and tore his way through the corrupt legions: officers fed the barbarians with rations, the emperor watched the flames of Rome drunkenly, and even the swords of Gothic mercenaries were sharper than Roman standards.

When the Vandals sacked the Eternal City, he dragged his dying sister out of the pile of corpses, but his only response was "Don't let Rome rot completely."

In 476, the last Western Roman emperor stepped down from the throne. Marcus stood among the broken pillars, the rust on his sword redder than the setting sun. The empire was dead, but the smoke from cooking stoves crushed by iron hooves, the sighs of dying veterans, the faded word "Rome" on the pages of books—he wanted to let them breathe a little longer in the setting sun.

This is not an epic about saving the world, but a story about a small person who uses his life to protect a spark of light in an era of collapse.