The end is near. The power of Chaos surges through the world like a surging undercurrent, dragging the entire Warhammer world into an endless abyss of darkness. On this shattered continent, once-glorious empires crumble, once-thriving towns lie in ruins, and the people struggle for survival in fear and despair. Upon traveling through time, Yi Shi is met with the gaze of Asha. Though the former world of Ashan has been destroyed, her divine power remains. Drawing on this strength, he sets out on a quest to save this fallen world and restore its glory.

As a member of the ancient Dwarf race, how should he face the threats of Greenskins, Skaven and even the Chaos Gods, recapture the lost mountain fortress, retrieve the lost artifacts, and restore the glory of the Mountain Kingdom?

This is a world of elves, magic, machines, and gods. This is the world of Warhammer 40,000. As a lucky transmigrator, he is the heir to a kingdom, but at the same time, he is the expensive currency of the Old Man, a Primarch with the essence of the Warp.

Now his old man Huang has arrived.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn is dead..." A Chiss, Grand Admiral of the Empire, the only non-human to rise to the pinnacle of Imperial power. For years, he lay dormant in the unknown star regions, only to return with force nine years after the Battle of Yavin, reigniting the Empire's hopes of suppressing the Rebellion. But this hero was assassinated by his own personal guard, plunging the Empire once again into the brink of collapse. Now, the New Republic faces... a completely different Grand Admiral. He unites the remnants of the Empire with a ruthless hand. Past defeats have been transformed into a strategic blueprint, the chessboard for a new round of conquests already laid. The Sith Lord Palpatine, returned from the depths of death, and with his greedy minions, launched a full-scale Imperial counterattack, forcing the internally divided New Republic into retreat. Only one man sees through this apocalyptic chessboard. His name is Thrawn. He lives. His chessboard is already set. There is no forgiveness, no negotiation, no...

No romantic pairing, Earth consciousness, does not become human.

He unexpectedly arrived in the Ultraman world. While many transmigrators became light or monsters, he became the Earth consciousness, specifically the Earth consciousness of the Gaia universe. His initial configuration included Gaia, the light of the earth, and Agul, the light of the ocean. However, his earth and ocean were always fighting, and there was also a mutated sky light whose root destruction summoned entity was watching him covetously.

What a disastrous start!!!

Can you two please listen to me for a second? Stop fighting!! You're both my children!

Renlong, Gilu, Zhongnaier, Tiguris... you are all my good monsters too.

Go to Earth in Ultraman Mebius's world, rescue the monsters, and fight Bogard and Emperor.

Go to Earth in Blaze, or rescue the monsters, communicate with alien civilizations, and fight cosmic monsters?

Go to Max Earth, where human civilization and the Delos civilization work together to deal with Earth's disasters. We are all Earthlings.

Go to Orb's original Earth, save people and trees, move the trees to a new place, and maybe clear their heads while you're at it.

Go to Earth in Nexus, or maybe we should change the defense force.

Arriving in Azeroth with a Warhammer-wielding territory, only to find the Orcish War raging, with refugees everywhere and danger lurking everywhere? Seize the opportunity to develop your territory and advance your technology! Hellstorm rocket launchers incinerate the Orcs, dwarven organ cannons crush powerful enemies, and steam workshops mass-produce weapons! Transform your territory into an impregnable fortress! From then on, sweep across the land! The Alliance now has a leader; watch as this Warhammer mage leads the human army to crush the Orcish Horde, blast open the Dark Portal, and seize control of Azeroth's destiny!

Caledor - the hometown of dragons. A Warhammer player came here because he insulted the Donkey Prince and became Imric, Prince of Caledor. The ox-hide book that can travel through the world will be one of the few things he can rely on.

Diablo, Dark Souls, Mask of the Betrayer...can the power and knowledge of these worlds revive Caledor again?

In the 136th year of Finubar's coronation, in the year 2399 of the Imperial Calendar, the Battle of Fenubar Plains and the Great Holy War are about to begin.

The shadow from Naggarond and the darkness of the northern Chaos tribes are gradually shrouding Ulthuan. This time the Dragon Prince will make a different choice and let the Caledorian fire dragon flag soar in the sky.

Also known as: "The Rise of the Medieval Dragon Aotian"

With the ability to obtain a random item from the universe every day, I transformed into an Astartes recruit in the Warhammer universe who was about to be transformed and killed.

At the critical moment of gene seed implantation, I drew the dog talisman from "Jackie Chan Adventures" and gained eternal life.

I thought my immortality would allow me to walk freely in this dark universe, until I saw with my own eyes that a Chaos Demon devoured an entire company of Space Marines.

The Empire sees me as a heretic, Chaos sees me as prey, and the Mechanicus wants to dismantle me for research.

Today, my system gift is a lightsaber from Star Wars, valid for 23 hours and 59 minutes.

In the distance, the Inquisitor's black ship was slowly entering the starport.

"Well," I said, tightening my grip on the hilt, "let's see whose day it is."

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!