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...

In the distant, dark end of the 41st Millennium, the galaxy has long since fallen apart. The Warp's active influence has left the human empire scrambling to cope. Chaos Warmaster Abaddon's 13th Black Crusade threatens to utterly destroy Cartier, and the tide of Chaos will ultimately tear the galaxy apart. And on this very day, a traveler from another world descends upon this one. Unlike the other travelers, he doesn't cry like a stubbed toe. This human, muscular as an Astartes and clad in unique power armor, gazes upon the demon-stricken battlefield. Without a word, he unleashes the blades on his wrists. A powerful melody fills his surroundings, and his journey to slaughter demons in another world begins. [Doom Slayer] That's his title, or you can call him that. [DOOM] "Which one...

War, war, war, endless war.

Khorne cares not for intrigue or loyalty, but only for endless violence and the art of war. A brilliant massacre where the few triumph over the many, a valiant charge against a powerful foe, is more likely to earn the Blood God's favor and blessings—for example, weapons igniting with an inextinguishable demonic fire, or bodies growing larger. Conversely, avoidance, cowardice, or the use of "dishonorable" means may lead to the loss of power or even being devoured by one's own comrades.

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!

This is not a story about a savior, but a dark epic about how "survivors," caught between emperors and chaos, find a glimmer of hope for humanity in their own way, and ultimately become a "third party" feared by both sides.

"This city is fueled by people's broken spirits, shattered dreams, and the blood and sweat of the people... I don't want to be a cog, and I don't believe roses can bloom on circuit boards."

Damn, who would like such a world?

The crosshairs can't appear in the mind, and the prosthesis can't be installed at will.

But fortunately, there are still gold fingers...

I don't want to be a legend, nor do I plan to do something big. Roll just wants to guard his own little piece of land and live a good life, but why the hell are you forcing me?

So now--

"It's time to show everyone who is the real legend!"

"Adam's Hammer? What a powerful prosthesis, but luckily my body is not bad! Come and touch it! I'll let you know what a yellow-skinned athlete is!"

"Let's choose the color of the nuclear bomb to blow up the Arasaka Tower. Oh, how about pink?"

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.

Zhou Yan, a workshop technician, transmigrated into a clone of the Third Legion's Primarch, Vorgrim. "Damn it, Vorgrim, you've betrayed the working class!" "The Imperium is a corrupt empire, and the new humans are still humans... who's in favor, who's opposed!" "Some guy named Caul created a Legion of Primarch Space Marines for Guilliman... Byr, what do you think?" "Our overall strategy is to defend the Imperium's holy frontier, develop into the Imperium's dark side... sweep away the defeated Tyranid tentacles, and avoid the Necropolis of the Space Necropolis before we grow stronger... and most importantly, gather 18 Tyranid War Maidens!" After the Great Rift that tore the galaxy open, Zhou Yan led his newly formed legion to develop and grow, and the second human regime (warning: not the second Imperium) rose from the Galactic Far East!

Lin Hao, a commoner genius (whose core is a Paradox Interactive war criminal), enters the Empire's highest academy, where he falls in love with and clashes with the effeminate princess Jiang Yao. As the "Great Age of Exploration" sweeps across the universe, he awakens the [Star Domination System], gaining access to green-skinned units and the power to rotate magnetic fields. Using the Pantheon to synthesize an evil god, he summons players of the Fourth Calamity, writing his own "war criminal" legend in interstellar space with both absolute rationality and chaotic methods. Ultimately, he uncovers the mystery of his origins and confronts the ultimate annihilation of the universe.

Lin Ruhai transmigrated, but simultaneously traversed countless worlds, each of which he assumed a minor, insignificant identity. Even the cheat-like abilities that transmigrated at the same time could only share memories, not power. Even so, he refused to give up. Every Lin Ruhai was me, but each version of myself had a different environment, experiences, and way of thinking. When countless different minds opened their hearts and communicated without any barriers, countless wisdoms would emerge. *Laughing at the World*, based on the Evil-Repelling Star-Absorbing Technique, forging the Burning Heart Great Art—as long as the heart is extinguished, I am immortal. *Under One Person*, drawing three corpses from the body, merging demonic thoughts into the Dao, cultivating three hearts and two minds. *Infinite Terror*, four inner demons, cellular rebellion? But I am all, and all is me. *Covering the Sky*, I, one of the two great immortals, aspire to become an immortal for eternity. *Lord of Mysteries*, beneath the witch's skirt, the hunter sets fire...