Transmigrating to 40K, only to start as a nearly-dead AI in a Scrap Knight mech? Lynch panicked! Fortunately, the Mythic Construction System has awakened! As long as the pilot's emotions are right, every Gundam in my memory can be recreated! Is the young pilot Ilana angry? [Ding! Strong "Angry" emotion detected! Unlock Mythic Construction: Crimson Comet Mode! Increase mobility by 300%!] "The Tech-Priest said my Machine Soul is overactive? No, it's called Triple Speed!" Under Ork fire, Ilana's will to survive erupts? [Ding! Strong "Survival" emotion detected! Unlock Mythic Construction: AT Field! In the name of the "Emperor's Aegis," deploy absolute defense!] "Withstand the fire, unscathed! It's the Emperor's blessing!" Running out of ammunition and food, trapped in a swarm of insects? [Ding! "Desperate" emotion detected! Ultimate Construction...

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 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?"

Rhodes transmigrates to a world of swords and magic, becoming the second son of Earl Aldrin. This world is teeming with different races: barbarians of the highlands, beast-taming wastelanders, and even elves, dwarves, orcs, and dragons! In this continent of civilizations that has undergone countless changes, danger and opportunity coexist! Rhodes begins his life in a small port town surrounded by barbarians. He activates a game plugin, developing himself, gaining abilities, and surveying everything! He also unlocks multiple minimap views. Map mode: mineral deposits and ruins are easily accessible, heroes and treasures are all within reach. Overhead mode: "Longbow phalanx, retreat two hundred paces! Mountain infantry, take your positions!" Years later, when the continent submits, Rhodes looks out over the seas. His subjects prostrate themselves, shouting, "The Emperor is above!"... [Slow-burn early game development] + [Late game conquest] + [Integrated tech tree guarantees imperial dominance, no unnecessary complications]

He'd transmigrated, and arrived in a world that revered humans as its creators. As a human, Xia Mo should have been excited, but alas… humanity in this world was extinct; he was the only human left, and mechanical lifeforms were also lurking, ready to pounce. Danger! Faced with this perilous world, Xia Mo decided to enter a dungeon. The main world was extremely dangerous, so what did that have to do with his dungeon? Wait, why was the dungeon also in a state of apocalypse? Something wasn't right. In the dungeon, he encountered mechanical monsters, their speed and slow attacks as powerful as monsters, impossible to defeat despite his best efforts. But even so, Xia Mo still wanted to say: Hehe, I must survive! …This is a multiverse story, primarily set in a game world, but other worlds will also be included, as relying solely on game worlds has its limitations. The world-building and other aspects will be integrated into the story, not…

Chen Xing: Hey everyone, I really want to play Stellaris, but seeing aliens makes me nauseous. Is it still possible to get into it? Emperor: Yes, bro, you can! ---------------------------------- (ps: This story is based on the author's personal experience, with just a little embellishment (●'◡'●))

A virtual reality game based on the Warhammer Universe, boasting a high degree of freedom and incorporating multiple well-known IPs, has become a viral sensation online. Dutch, drawn by its popularity, has also become a player. Little does he know, the game has just begun, and he has already been transported to the real Warhammer Universe, becoming the sole player. Guilliman: Dutch is an excellent warrior, but he doesn't like to listen to people. Every time I give him a mission, he skips it. Talassien: I'm curious how he manages to break stars into blocks. Tau: For that guy, physics doesn't exist. Khorne: That bastard built a giant pillar, saying he'd use it to break me. Nurgle: He kidnapped my children, washed them clean, and that humiliation fills me with grief and anger. Tzeentch: All changes are part of destiny, but that bastard shattered destiny. Slaanesh: Actually, I've already corrupted Dutch, but I dare not tell him. ...Dutch: Forgot the beginning, forgot the end, anyway, let the warp burn. Emperor: Support, 666.

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.

Some consider this place hell, but I say it's heaven: you want love, you want respect, you want revenge, you want your name engraved on a disk and spread across the internet, you want to become a unique legend, you want your dreams to come true—all of this can be achieved here... as long as you have money—or more accurately: as long as you're not a real coward. Bullets loaded, weapon gripped tightly, a fire burned fiercely within Tang Lie.

Li Lin was forcibly conscripted by the Emperor, a golden dump truck transporting him to the Siege of Terra in the 30K era, where he became a loyal mortal auxiliary soldier. At the brink of death, he awakened the [Undead War God] template. He initially thought his understanding of Warhammer would be enough to survive easily. However, this world was far more complex than he imagined. This wasn't canon, but an IF scenario, a unique pseudo-history… the Great Rebellion of Sanguielles! Li Lin: Since things have come to this, let's start killing! The future of the Empire, the fate of humanity, the safety of the galaxy—all these grand narratives are irrelevant to Li Lin. All he can do is rely on his chainsaw axe and shotgun to carve a path to survival in this cesspool of a world. His first small goal: kick the Blood God off his bronze throne! Li Lin: After all, I am!! ...