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."

[Readers can submit characters + ensemble cast + unlimited resources + exciting team battles] Rick transmigrates to Warhammer 40K and arrives in the demon world of Calem. Just as he is about to be killed by Abaddon's claw, he awakens a wishing system.

Wish 1: Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Editor.

Wish 2: Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket.

Wish 3: Conceptual God-level Healing Spell: Healing, Resurrection, Purification, Modification of Will!

Wish 4: Conceptual God-level Replication Technique: The ability to replicate anything with a simple touch.

[Ding! Host detected as too shameless, system is unbinding..........]

Abaddon: Huh? Why aren't you dead?

Rick: Because I am immortal!

Emperor: Could you help me restore my damaged body?

Rick: Yellow weasel, you can't afford the price I'm going to pay.

Vashtor: Please, please let me see that prop again! I'll do anything you ask!

Rick: Sure, but you'll have to join my Third Reich Equipment Research and Development Bureau first.

Khorne: You're very strong, join me.

Rick: What are you barking about? Take this Psionic Blow!

Tzeentch: It's all fate...

Rick: Riddler, take this Psionic Bullet!

Nurgle: You bastard! Give me back Isa!

Rick: What do you mean "your"? That's my wife! Take this Psionic Bullet!

Isa, the Goddess of Life: Our daughter has run off again with the props you gave her.

Rick: It's okay, the kids will come back on their own when they're tired of playing.

The Silent King: Please save my entire clan.

Rick: No problem, be my henchman and henchman and I'll save your entire clan.

Hive Will: There's a cheater in this world!

Rick: All you bugs, die!

[A Semi-Digitalized World] + [Apocalyptic Theme] + [Decomposition and Recombination of Matter] + [Fun People] + [Cutting-Edge Technology] + [Not a Lone Wolf]

Upon waking up, Bai Tao, an electrical automation engineer, finds himself and all of humanity thrown into a post-apocalyptic, radioactive wasteland.

This is the VIP seat in hell—the [Radiation Black Technology Wasteland]. Radiation storms by day, ionizing storms by night, survival rates plummet like a rollercoaster. While others struggle in ordinary wastelands, Bai Tao's daily life consists of facing mutated creatures and death zones where the laws of physics have collapsed.

Fortunately, he is the protagonist of this story and awakens a talent for the [decomposition and recombination] of matter.

Rusty armor can be broken down into rare alloys; mutated monsters can be reconstituted into gene serums; even deadly radioactive dust can be refined into pure energy.

While all the survivors were desperately fighting for a can of food, Bai Tao pulled out his homemade iced cola and energy weapon.

"Friend, want to trade? I have everything you could want here."

The story of the most legendary merchant in the history of the post-apocalyptic wasteland—and perhaps the most outrageous "fun-loving man"—begins here.

At the end of the Terran Unification Wars, the God-Emperor's offspring was cast across the galaxy by a Warp storm. The Emperor's Great Crusade unfolded across the galaxy under the watchful eyes of the Four Gods, foreshadowing the future of humanity. For unknown reasons, an alien soul arrived in Warhammer, becoming the Clown Primarch, Mortarion.

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.

In the distant 41st millennium, countless races clashed within the galaxy. The ravenous Devourer had extended its tentacles here, the former galactic overlords were gradually awakening, and the whispers from the warp grew ever stronger. Lin Yuan, by accident, arrived in this cesspool-like universe. Watching the heroes and warriors battling it out in the galaxy, he was filled with despair. "I was just joking, I really didn't intend to serve the Emperor." Good news: Lin Yuan acquired a system. Bad news: He resurrected in the Undercity, and the first thing the system summoned was the Zerg from StarCraft II... Lin Yuan looked at the Zerglings and cockroaches hopping around him, and the Xenomorphs circling above his head, his despair deepening. "Damn it, is this really not Tzeentch's blessing?!"

I've been transported to another world! My birthplace is a rice paddy, and there's a giant figure floating in mid-air with glowing eyes right in front of me. What's going on? I'm in a real hurry, waiting for some kind of cheat code online—Gero Kent, who just transmigrated.

This book will feature:

'Don't run, charge towards Ultraman's Flying Kick!'

'Titan will only waste my youth'

'Ultraman, do you really love this world that much?'

'Do what you believe is right.'

Zhou Yan, a workshop technician, transmigrated into a clone of the Third Legion's Primarch, Vorgrim. "Damn it, Vorgrim, you've betrayed the working class!" "The Imperium is a corrupt empire, and the new humans are still humans... who's in favor, who's opposed!" "Some guy named Caul created a Legion of Primarch Space Marines for Guilliman... Byr, what do you think?" "Our overall strategy is to defend the Imperium's holy frontier, develop into the Imperium's dark side... sweep away the defeated Tyranid tentacles, and avoid the Necropolis of the Space Necropolis before we grow stronger... and most importantly, gather 18 Tyranid War Maidens!" After the Great Rift that tore the galaxy open, Zhou Yan led his newly formed legion to develop and grow, and the second human regime (warning: not the second Imperium) rose from the Galactic Far East!

In the 993rd year of the 41st Dark and Despair Millennium, Lu Mingfei, the champion warrior of the Space Marine Chapter - the Lamenters Chapter, was overwhelmed by an overwhelming swarm of insects.

But his soul did not return to the Golden Throne, but returned to his hometown that was buried deep in his heart and was like heaven.

At this time, he was just 16 years old.

He thought he could spend his life in peace, until a heavy rain washed away the curtain of the peaceful world, revealing his sharp and deadly fangs to him.

ps: Anyone who doesn’t know Dragon Clan or Warhammer can watch it with confidence, this book is not a tragedy.

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!