[Warhammer 40,000: The Merchant Ronin Fanfiction] [No System] [Loyal and Unorthodox] [Harem] [Growth] [Multiple Perspectives] [Entire Group]

When Wang Yunfei, a seriously ill patient, closed his eyes, he woke up in the world of Warhammer 40K.

This is a hive world not far from the Colonus Expansion Zone in the Calissis Star Sector of the Hazy Starfield. The original owner of the noble family, a transmigrator, is surprised to find that he has become the experimental subject of a certain wandering technological heretic.

Having passed the forbidden ritual, he gained a witty personality and the ability to genetically mimic others. But his immediate priority is to escape from the clutches of the motorgirl and then get on board the ship of the merchant ronin, Theodora, to take up his post.

[Claude Frye is also Cloud Fly, Brother Yunfei, how have you been? King, Little Wang... uh, Jin, right... not bad either.]

Wait, why does your surname end with Von Valancius?

[Act first, report later—it's an imperial decree, so what? What the chartered captain can handle, I'll handle; what he can't, I'll handle even more.]

【Ageta, no, Brother Jie, could you possibly make an exception for this alien technology matter?】

【Eh, I really don't know this, explain... a Szalak-brand space necromancer command vehicle! Jai, you're my Jai-ge!】

【Oh, so you like SM too ❤ No, I meant Space Marine, what are you talking about?】

[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!

[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...]

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.

[A Semi-Digitalized World] + [Apocalyptic Theme] + [Decomposition and Recombination of Matter] + [Fun People] + [Cutting-Edge Technology] + [Not a Lone Wolf]

Upon waking up, Bai Tao, an electrical automation engineer, finds himself and all of humanity thrown into a post-apocalyptic, radioactive wasteland.

This is the VIP seat in hell—the [Radiation Black Technology Wasteland]. Radiation storms by day, ionizing storms by night, survival rates plummet like a rollercoaster. While others struggle in ordinary wastelands, Bai Tao's daily life consists of facing mutated creatures and death zones where the laws of physics have collapsed.

Fortunately, he is the protagonist of this story and awakens a talent for the [decomposition and recombination] of matter.

Rusty armor can be broken down into rare alloys; mutated monsters can be reconstituted into gene serums; even deadly radioactive dust can be refined into pure energy.

While all the survivors were desperately fighting for a can of food, Bai Tao pulled out his homemade iced cola and energy weapon.

"Friend, want to trade? I have everything you could want here."

The story of the most legendary merchant in the history of the post-apocalyptic wasteland—and perhaps the most outrageous "fun-loving man"—begins here.

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?

Everyone travels through time to build their own mobile cities, painstakingly gathering resources and leading small armies to wipe out enemies. But I have a 10x cheat code, enjoying wealth and luxury to the fullest.

There is currently no female lead, the protagonist is not a saint, and there is no system. Miles, carrying the spark of ambition, transmigrates into a mysterious world, meets Klein, joins the Tarot Club, and lets his ambition shine in the mystery... What kind of legend will he create in this world? (The first few chapters have some minor issues; it is recommended to start reading from chapter ten onwards.)