[Rebellious Primarch + Demon-Slaying System + Farming + Warhammer Universe + Chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur)]

As a lucky one who traveled through Warhammer.

Ron had read countless online novels since childhood, always preparing for a time travel adventure. He never imagined that he would be transported to the unfamiliar world of Warhammer.

Moreover, it seems I arrived a bit early; the Great Expedition hasn't even begun yet.

Just when he thought he was the chosen one, he learned that the name of his pitiful, harmless brother beside him was 'Angron'.

I feel like I've become a supporting character?

In the dark thirtieth millennium, the Emperor had just completed the unification of Terra, and the children of the gods were scattered among the earth.

In this world of rotting flesh, the Emperor leads humanity back towards the light.

He was 'fortunate' enough to obtain the system for slaying heretics, and from then on, he got closer and closer to his dream.

The "Great Records of the Thousand Thousand Years," written casually from memory, became Sinai's most treasured possession.

Psychic powers? That's just a way to become a psychic.

Enhance your eyesight? Then let me ask you, [Amaterasu], are you afraid?

Ron rescued Angron during his innocent childhood and treated him like a brother.

The Emperor was very pleased when he arrived in Nuthria. Seeing Angron seated high on the throne of the planet's ruler, Angron roared at the Emperor's fleet:

"Where did this heretic come from! My brother is an unparalleled power throughout the ages, come down here and die!"

The emperor did not blame him and still took Angron away.

Ron also became a squad leader in the Twelfth Legion because of Angron.

Horus rebelled even when he was sent to a planet filled with 'WAAAGH!' to support the Great Sage and to bring back the latest research results.

A perfectly normal tale of a cheerful Greenskin’s adventures in the Warhammer 40K universe.

- Their meks are too tiny—can’t even compare to Gorkamorka’s Fist or a proper Stompa.

- Their way of pickin’ bosses is stupid. Too much talkin’! Why not just WAAAGH! and krump the biggest git?

- And why dey always workin’ and fightin’ over dumb stuff? ORKS IZ FREE! We fight, we laugh, we WAAAGH!—dat’s da good life!

Tags: [Ork Logic] [Bigger = Better] [WAAAGH!-Fuelled Plot Armor] [Reality? Optional]

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?

I woke up to find myself, a glorious Soviet base vehicle AI, in a bizarre American wasteland—a place filled with atomic punk metal lumps and mutated giant cockroaches, even more outrageous than the heart of capitalism!

To restore order (and incidentally have some fun), I "recruited" a group of tribal natives who couldn't even put on their own pants. The most urgent task? Teaching them to speak magnificent Chinglish! After all, who can stand that incredibly complicated, unrelated native English?

And so, a bizarre sight appeared in the wasteland: a group of blond, blue-eyed burly men, speaking broken, construction-worker-accented English, shouting "Hurrah! For Ironhead God!", drove their magnetic tanks over mutants, followed by a swaying Kirov...

Hey, you over there, the shelter kid in the blue bodysuit, and those tin knights with laser guns, any complaints about the "Red Iron Curtain"? No? Very well, comrade, welcome to the Soviet wasteland!

As a gamer who hadn't played Fallout 4 much, Yi Beiwang was just about to play the modpack he bought when his computer exploded and took him away.

Not only did he travel to Fallout 4, but he also became one of the infamous raiders in the game.

There's no way around it, life has to go on.

With the help of the built-in cheats in the patch, he subdued many raiders, traded glue and oil, and flirted with beauties in the wasteland.

Wasteland? Watch how I transform this place into paradise.

Transmigrating to an alien world and becoming a low-class serf, Monroe felt this was a tough start to life. The dilapidated house leaked, the black bread grated on his teeth. Human rights were a thing of the past. Until a translucent, illusory panel popped up before his eyes: [Farming Skill Experience +1] [Current Farming Skill: Beginner (7/1000)]… Countless years later, analyzing gods and demons, nurturing insect swarms, and becoming a narrator, Monroe said: “Now it’s time for the universe to listen to me…” An alien soul, an immortal epic.

Welcome to the "Evolution Paradise".

Here, you can explore the limits of life and witness the rise and fall of civilization.

Travel through the hive world to awaken psychic powers, and always worry about being executed by the Galactic Empire or possessed by the Warp Demon.

When the invitation letter was placed in front of him, Meng Yi, who was "socially anxious", was overjoyed: "Really?"

...

Selection of the five great good people in the copy: socially anxious? Refers to the opening of the Great Nirvana Era?

Demon Slayer copy of the world: socially anxious? Refers to subverting the world order and tampering with the planet's magnetic field?

Otsutsuki clan: I'm so stupid, really, I shouldn't have believed that guy in the first place!

Khorne: I know it was you! Fraudster! You gave me the chains that imprisoned the Warp!

Players in the Paradise: The fusion and upgraded version of Chaos Demon + Necrons + Tyranids, you are the natural disaster?

Meng Yi was furious: Shut up! Don't scream here!

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.

[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.

The already-unordered order on Earth crumbled, ushering in a new era of coexistence of despair and hope.

Fanatical believers are like a raging fire, and paranoids are like a raging wave out of control; confused people are like flying catkins in the wind, and blindly following puppets are like duckweed on the water.

What kind of magnificent epic will they draw?

Where should humanity and all living things go?