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!

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!

[Survival] [Farming] [Upgrade] [Building Submarines] [Deep Sea Monsters] All people travel through time. Su Yang was pulled into a magical submarine survival world during a diving activity.

Just when he was at a loss, he unexpectedly discovered that he had obtained the Eye of True Vision.

The seabed is too dark to see anything? I have the Eye of True Vision!

Turning on the sonar will attract giant sea monsters? I have true vision!

Can't find the supply box because it's too hidden? I have true vision!

While others were still struggling to avoid monsters, Su Yang had already used the Eye of True Vision to transform the submarine into an abyss fortress.

He thought he could enjoy the rest of his life relying on the existing resources, but he never expected that he would discover the most hidden truth in the entire world.

"In terms of fighting ability today, who in the alien world can be called the best?"

"Haven't you experienced the difference between one supreme being and two heroes? The first one must be the old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei, who has both life and death and a complete thunder method!"

"I don't think so. There are so many heroes in the world."

"Then who else do you think there is?"

"Can't I get anywhere at the headquarters?"

"Haha, then it's a numerical weird!"

Upon waking, Lin finds himself no longer human, but transported to the Warhammer 40K universe, becoming the consciousness of a newly born Tyranid hive, bound to a mysterious "Fourth Scourge System." Faced with this dark universe filled with madness and destruction, the only hope for survival lies in using the system to summon players from Earth, making them believe it's just a "100% immersive game," and harnessing their absurdity and passion. Thus, the most chaotic swarm in Warhammer history is born: on one side, monstrous aliens devouring everything; on the other, player consciousnesses flooding forums, researching unconventional tactics, and shouting "For the Horde!" Watch as the mastermind behind it all, Lin, guides this "Fourth Scourge," sweeping across the stars and utterly distorting the already despairing universe!

GOOD NEWS: You've been isekai'd!

BAD NEWS: It's the Warhammer world.

GOOD NEWS: It's Warhammer Fantasy, not 40K!

BAD NEWS: You're in Reikland, Sigmar's Empire.

GOOD NEWS: Soul transmigration (not naked isekai)!

BAD NEWS: No cheat skills or golden fingers.

GOOD NEWS: Your village has no Beastmen herds nearby!

BAD NEWS: Too late to back out now—whoosh!—welcome to your new life.

(Tags: No-System Survival | Grimdark Comedy | Average Joe in Fantasy-Hell | The Empire's Worst Luck)

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.

[Farming + Warhammer Fantasy + War + Slow Pace]

The shadow of the end has loomed over the century-long countdown, and the chaotic torrent is about to breach the world's dams. Demons roar, tearing reality apart, nations crumble in the flames of war, and even the highest gods cannot escape their fate of demise.

Who can reverse this doomed fate?

"Humans? They're as fragile as paper, not a single one of them is worth a fight!"

"Pointy ears? All they do is fight amongst themselves and gossip, they're such useless sissies!"

"Short and timid? Hiding in holes like turtles, just a bunch of shut-ins getting moldy!"

A green-skinned orc with bared fangs spat, surveying the battlefield with disdain. Behind him stretched an endless mass of massive black orcs, their muscular bodies laden with spoils; there were night goblin fanatics wielding bone spikes, their crimson eyes burning with Waaaaagh flames; there was the Queen Spider, a mobile fortress, her eight legs sending debris flying wherever they stepped; there were the Great Techies carrying booming firearms, their strange devices crackling with electricity—even the legendary ancient space machine, supposedly floating in the clouds, hummed and followed behind the green-skinned army.

When the soul of the transmigrator collided with this green-skinned body born for war, and when the cold system interface met the green-skinned man's greatest "I think" technique, a wonderful chemical reaction erupted.

The orc suddenly raised his giant axe, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth:

"I think—to save this wretched world, we still need our big green skins!"

"From this day forward, I am the savior!"

"Waaaaagh!"