This is the distant forty-first millennium. The emperor who once protected humanity has transformed into a cold, black sun. If no one can seize humanity's last chance for resurgence, then I will... make the galaxy burn once more!

A fanfiction of Mystery x Ember of the Long Night. I, Shang Jianyao, came into this world with only one goal: to save all of humanity! But who would have thought that upon opening my eyes I would find myself drinking an apprentice's potion and encountering the Night Watchman collecting gas meter readings... This is the story of Yao-ge saving all of humanity and his teammates with the help of the "New World"! PS: In the Mystery world, the New World has become Source Matter.

[June 28th, I time-traveled.] [July 1st, I disguised myself as a kingdom agent and fooled the sheriff, sentence +10 years] [July 18th, I forged an identity to cross the border and incidentally killed the border guard, sentence +80 years] [August 2nd, I started brewing and selling bootlegging, and had eight fights with local thugs in one day. The Night Shift Chief was furious, sentence +50 years] [August 21st, I changed my identity and joined the Night Shift Bureau, altered my file, sentence -140 years] [September 3rd, I was discovered altering the file, sentence +500 years!] [December 25th, I ignited the flames of Reforging Fala City, sentence... +40k years, haha]... [July 7th, I am the Night Shift Chief now, sentence permanently reset to zero]... [December 12th, these files need a name change, how about the Regent's Memoirs?]... [June 28th, it's time...]

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 (●'◡'●))

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...

Now, standing before you is Peturab Rurik Kislivsky, the Supreme Tsar of all Kisliv, the Iron Tyrant of Olympia, the Primarch of the Steel Warriors of the Fourth Legion of Astartes… If, if, if Peturab had not descended upon Olympia, but instead arrived in a Russian-style world and began his conquest there, what would have happened?

[Alternate world + slight Cthulhu + Infinite flow-like] [Non-transmigration + no system + protagonist with growth] [Not a wish-fulfillment story, please proceed with caution if you mind]

On Xia He's sixteenth birthday, her cousin gave her a special gift by secretly taking her to a video arcade to watch adult films.

After watching the entire movie, the naive Xia He's Dao heart collapsed, and a fat man appeared in her mind.

On Xia He's eighteenth birthday, he made a wish in front of candles at the mental hospital, hoping for world peace.

That night, a huge hole appeared in the sky.

Worlds intertwine, angels descend.

In the fortieth millennium, knowledge is an eternal curse.

Tech Priest Exanders Statcali discovered a distress signal from ten thousand years ago, originating from a forgotten, dead world—Xerath.

There was no life there, only a steel ruin stretching across the continent, and a black pyramid that looked out of place, bearing the emblem of the Mechanicus.

When the exploration team entered the silent sanctuary, they discovered not the expected relic, but a terrifying creation, half-human, half-machine, imprisoned in a vessel. Its final warning was not a gift to humanity, but a death knell tolling for the entire galaxy:

"They're awake! Run!!!"

Now, Exanders must confront a harsh truth: some knowledge is not for mortals to grasp; some silences, once broken, are the end of eternity.

[Warhammer Second Legion Fanfiction] The writing style is roughly ensemble cast.

In the darkness of the forty-first millennium, the Second Legion, having been erased of everything, began their grand plan.

Chaos reigns; no one in the empire knows the full extent of their plans.

And when they reach the forty-first millennium, nearing their end, they will shock the entire universe.

And it all began to be told by a scavenger from a nest city...