Good news! I traveled through time! They named me Shinji!
Bad news! I've traveled through time again!
Good news! It seems like it's modern times! I can finally go back to playing games and ordering takeout!
Bad news! I was born in a country where life is pretty good! I heard that Antarctica is melting! This doesn't sound good!
Good news! I—the lifelong friend of the legendary Azeroth Paladin Marcus, the Light of Dawn, Holy Highlord of the Knights of the Holy Light, the Uncrowned King, Grand Mage of Tirisfal, High Priest of the Voidlight Temple, Archbishop of Light and Shadow, Titan Slayer, Maw Walker, Guardian of the Laws of the Universe, Conqueror of the Void (all perish together)—a disciple of the Imperial God of Cangjian Villa. I'm Ye Han, also known by my courtesy name Hehua, and English name John. You can also call me Jehovah—fearless!
What's it like to travel to the world of Ultraman Tiga and become a genius scientist? Thanks for the invitation. I'm currently in TPC, and my "God-Making Plan" has already been shelved by the higher-ups. No worries, true wisdom never fears solitary exploration. Golza cells? Melba genes? Gakuma's rock core? Everything can be used to my advantage! Unlock the multiverse technology tree, build EVA bio-weapons from scratch, and crush all the unknown with absolute technological power! When Ultraman Tiga is embroiled in a fierce battle, the world will remember the gospel from the East! (Keywords: Ultraman Tiga, EVA, apocalyptic crisis, technological advancement, NERV)
This is the 40,000th year that the empire has ruled the galaxy. The glory of the Great Crusade has long been lost in the dust of history. Su Yu traveled through time and opened his eyes to see the ruined planet in front of him, with a confused look on his face.
On this planet, there are extremely dilapidated war machines that stretch for thousands of kilometers, alien behemoths whose roars can shatter mountains and rivers, and radiation that can cause further damage to the surrounding environment just by moving. Alien beast——
There is everything here except hope.
Regardless of whether he wanted to or not, Su Yu, who had struggled to survive for three years and was inevitably infected with radiation sickness in the end, seemed to be one of the desperate people.
Until his career panel, which allows for unlimited career changes, was finally opened.
"Ding!"
"It is detected that the host has met the prerequisites. Do you want to take up the occupation [Mechanic]?"
"After completing this profession, you can gain professional experience and improve your professional level from daily maintenance, recycling, and assembly of mechanical creations. With each upgrade, you can gain an increase in physical fitness..."
Looking at the old gun parts piled up in his repair room, Su Yu's eyes lit up like never before!
Many years later, at the core of the empire, at the highest point of the Terran world, the mechanic from the Ruined Star, the Ghost Shadow Blade of the Dead Wasteland, the restarter of the Titan Weapon Plan, the Governor of the Broken Star Territory, the Lord of Mechanical Ascension, the Supreme Throne of the Forge World, Su Yu looked at the torrent of steel coming from below and waved his hand to give the order!
[Our goal is to make the (second) (crossed out) empire great again! 】
This is the thirtieth millennium of the human empire.
Under the leadership of the Lord of Mankind, the Emperor, mankind finally left its home star again and headed towards the cold and ruthless universe.
They desire to reclaim their lost colonies and return those suffering to the glory of the Emperor.
At this moment, mankind still has a beautiful vision for the future.
At this moment, no one knows what will happen in the future.
The story begins on a remote planet called Nostramo.
Khalil Lohars.
You should remember this name.
(Warhammer fan.)
After traveling to 30K, Wop thought he would just eat and wait for death, but he never thought that the Emperor would ask him to raise children. "Neos, they are your sons! You, as a father, give up and leave all the children to me? How can you be a father like this?" "Horus, you are the son of the First Return, the Emperor's favorite son, why are you looking for me? Don't come over!" "Perturabo, what are you doing? Put me down, I want to stay with Sanguinius!" "Shell, stop Angron quickly, he wants to read my mind! What? You said you also want to know who my favorite child is?" "I told you I'm not your father!"
Altaïr King was completely bewildered when he woke up to find himself transformed into a golden ear of corn in the Terran palace. It was common knowledge that being a member of the Imperial Guard was a high-risk profession. Especially in this dark and cruel future, the laughter of the evil gods was so piercing, and the claws of the aliens so menacing. Fate was capricious, cruel, and bloody, and he was now clad in radiant gold. He pondered whether he would end up being devoured by warp entities or roasted into popcorn by psionic energy, and then stepped out of his dark underground cell. The Imperial Guard was endangered, but not so easy to kill. Before facing his final fate, he still had a chance to begin his adventure. The burning galaxy was still far away, and the most serious problem this novice Imperial Guard now faced was—he was lost in the palace.
(Warhammer 40k, search, attack, retreat, loot the gold, run and knife the rat, snipe the rat, hoard the rat.)
After the battle between the Imperial Planetary Defense Forces and the rebels, a large number of reports were scattered across the battlefield. Li Qinwu, who possessed the search, attack, and withdrawal system, began his own land grabbing business.
The laser gun of a fallen soldier? Take it, it fired level 3 ammo.
Shell armor? Take it! It's a level 4 armor.
Wow! The explosive pistol of the fallen political commissar! It fired level 5 rounds!
The destroyed Leman Rustamsk actually yielded a large gold tank battery!
Take them all back to the Underworld hideout! Sell them to various gang contacts to exchange for building materials and upgrade the hideout.
The hideout manufactures sophisticated machine guns and high-powered batteries. Wearing six sets of power armor, it launches a fierce attack on heretics on the battlefield, increases the Emperor's favorability, and ascends to the Golden Toilet!
The story takes place in the 42k era, after the fall of Cartier and Guilliman's awakening. The protagonist's stats aren't high, but his abilities are conceptually advanced. He starts by healing the sick and saving lives at the bottom of the hive, then becomes a space firefighter. He's either in a chaotic melee or on his way to one. The quack doctor will use his miraculous healing skills to protect the Emperor's loyal subjects. If life is the Emperor's currency, then Ivers is the one who mints that currency.
Saving people is awesome! Fighting is awesome!
Bring salvation and loyalty to a distant and dark future!
Near the Ghoul Sector in the northeastern part of the Milky Way, a Primarch Incubation Chamber crashed onto the planet Nostramore, a world of perpetual night. Conrad Kotz emerged from the dark crater onto the surface, arriving in the world of perpetual night. A destined fate of terror and darkness, an inescapable destiny of death! A slave to fate! The protagonist, Conrad Kotz, after a fragmented experience, witnesses a slight shift in his destiny, experiencing a rebirth from darkness to light, changing the world of perpetual night, rising like the sun!
Lanzhus: "The stain of chaos will never disappear, Company Commander Titus. As the cleric of the new chapter, I will be watching you closely!" Titus didn't respond immediately, but turned to look at the other members of the new chapter. There was the Qinmu Chapter Commander, with a kitchen knife at his waist and a homemade gun made from a water pipe, the one with the highest proportion of human beings likely being a perennial veteran. There was the Tyranid Insect, convinced he was an apothecary and dedicated to healing the wounded. There was the traitor who worshipped the Emperor and served as the new chapter's think tank curator. There was the unconventional technocrat who shouted "Long live Omnisaya!"—a space necromancer who firmly believed he was human. There was the peace-loving green-skinned orc who enjoyed farming and construction. ...We are all different, but we are all truly human!