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.

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.)

In the 41st millennium, my planet Cadia was rated as the most habitable planet for humans, with a birth rate that once reached a terrifying 35%. And I made an indelible contribution to this. Even the renowned mass production expert Guilliman once brought a team of experts to seek his advice. "A plant that was extinct long ago, existing only in the 2K era of ancient Terra, how is this possible?" The accompanying personnel were dumbfounded, staring at the fields of carrots and potatoes. "By the God of Machines, a lump of iron without wires or energy can move freely, and even possesses a machine soul." The Cult of Mechanics stood before the iron golem legion, their hands trembling uncontrollably. "This thing is so much better than the STC template." The priest stroked the workbench, his electronic eyes fixed on the crafting recipe. "A device similar to the Web?" Guilliman looked up at the massive Hell Gate made of obsidian, watching the interstellar cargo ships coming and going. Finally, all four of them turned to Zhou Ke and exclaimed in unison, "How did you do that?" Zhou Ke coughed, his expression serious. "These achievements are all thanks to my persistent efforts!" Then he changed the subject, "Of course, the invaluable help from Minecraft and its mods is indispensable." From single-target control to infinite water, mechanical power to iron magic, Tinker's Construct to advanced enchantments... This is the story of a Minecraft player skillfully using traits and mods to 'persecute' the entire Warhammer universe.

[Rebirth] + [Strange] + [Yin Job Sequence] + [Ghost Control] + [Micro Farming] + [Tomb Construction]

The age of terror has arrived and the death game has appeared. This is a world where ghost slayers and the weirdness coexist.

Chu Qing, who was about to become the first-rank Yin official 'King of Chujiang' in his previous life, was reborn in the future at the beginning of a strange era.

The old rules are on the verge of breaking, and who will be the master of the dark dawn?

Chu Qing woke up from the long night and returned from hell.

In this era where weirdness is rampant and life is uncertain, build a kingdom and era of your own.

"My name is Chu Qing. You can call me King Chujiang, or... Son of Heaven Yin."

"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?"

Kengan Ashura has ended, Baki has ended, Demon Slayer has ended, Inuyasha has ended, Valkyrie has ended, Jujutsu Kaisen has ended, One Piece has ended, 40k Governors Arc has ended, Sea Tiger World has ended, Godzilla King of the Monsters has ended, Overlord has ended, One-Punch Man has ended, and Naruto has ended.

Early chapters focus on martial arts and muscle, later on nuclear-powered titans. Two chapters daily, plenty of content to satisfy. The author is active and will reply to every comment.

[Warhammer + Fanfic + Alternate Lore + Comedy + System]

College student Yan Yue transmigrated into the body of a Space Marine Centurion—only to discover he’s now leading the last remnants of the Luna Wolves, a legion trapped in the Warp for 10,000 years.

When their battle barge escapes the ruins of Cadia, Yan Yue and his ancient Long War veterans emerge into a galaxy gone mad:

The Imperium is rotting with corruption,

The Inquisition wants them dead,

And his "Loyalty Meter" System keeps pinging: "Bro, maybe don’t mention you served Horus?"

Armed with pre-heresy drip, two layers of PTSD, and a darkly hilarious misunderstanding aura, this accidental warlord must either:

✓ Redeem his legion’s name,

✓ Conquer the Throneworld for giggles, or

✓ Die spectacularly when the Black Templars find him.

The Emperor’s finest? More like… the galaxy’s worst book club.

When the demonic tide begins to surge again, the gods will slowly awaken. Dynasties will rise, races will vie for supremacy, and the war of the gods will begin once again. Little do they know that all this is simply the work of a dark hand beyond the walls. Let's see how a young man armed with the cheat code for Mount & Blade: Prophecy of Pendor, braves this war-torn world step by step to the end. (Pseudo-DND, Mount & Blade, Warhammer)

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.