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?

"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!"

Altaïr King was completely bewildered when he woke up to find himself transformed into a golden ear of corn in the Terran palace. It was common knowledge that being a member of the Imperial Guard was a high-risk profession. Especially in this dark and cruel future, the laughter of the evil gods was so piercing, and the claws of the aliens so menacing. Fate was capricious, cruel, and bloody, and he was now clad in radiant gold. He pondered whether he would end up being devoured by warp entities or roasted into popcorn by psionic energy, and then stepped out of his dark underground cell. The Imperial Guard was endangered, but not so easy to kill. Before facing his final fate, he still had a chance to begin his adventure. The burning galaxy was still far away, and the most serious problem this novice Imperial Guard now faced was—he was lost in the palace.

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.

Cold, trembling classic style, Renaissance text.

In the anime "Final Destination," a boy arrives with the wisdom of an ordinary person, making the art style of this God Realm strange and unusual.

Sunny and cheerful young man: Zhang Jie

Motivational Mentor: Xuanzhen

Ape Power: Zheng Zha

Chu Xuan, a man with nothing:

Not a QQ account: Zhan Lan

Banner Bearer: Liu Yuhao

P.S.: Please read the main text. Welcome, fellow cultivators! Some parts will be modified. I won't write about the protagonists and antagonists; I'll only write up to the end of the war. The plot changes after Alien. I won't include Sadako, and the team battles won't be in Resident Evil. The team battles will be modified and may include some other elements.

What kind of sparks will be created between a boy who can reincarnate endlessly and a fun system? What kind of story will develop?

The single heroine Asuka, fragrant as a high. (I am happy to write what I want to see, readers who don’t like it please be gentle with your criticism, there are original works and fan works, well, that’s it)

Within the steel cage, Chang Yang's consciousness awakened within his shattered body. The glory of the Black Sanctuary had been tainted by torture, replaced by the resilience of another soul. Deep within this blasphemous Sword-class frigate, whispers of the warp surged like a tide, only to shatter before the barriers of his thoughts. Only one cold, cunning voice was an exception—not for corruption, but to offer a blood-paved stairway to divinity.

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.

Good news! I traveled through time! They named me Shinji!

Bad news! I've traveled through time again!

Good news! It seems like it's modern times! I can finally go back to playing games and ordering takeout!

Bad news! I was born in a country where life is pretty good! I heard that Antarctica is melting! This doesn't sound good!

Good news! I—the lifelong friend of the legendary Azeroth Paladin Marcus, the Light of Dawn, Holy Highlord of the Knights of the Holy Light, the Uncrowned King, Grand Mage of Tirisfal, High Priest of the Voidlight Temple, Archbishop of Light and Shadow, Titan Slayer, Maw Walker, Guardian of the Laws of the Universe, Conqueror of the Void (all perish together)—a disciple of the Imperial God of Cangjian Villa. I'm Ye Han, also known by my courtesy name Hehua, and English name John. You can also call me Jehovah—fearless!

Transcending into the Warhammer world. The Middle Ages are a chaotic wasteland, with the shadow of eternal destruction looming over all timelines. The end is nigh, and the grand game of the Chaos Gods unfolds in the Middle Ages. Carrying a simulator, when faced with the choice between becoming Primal Chaos and the Watchers of Order, will you destroy or save the world? In the 40th millennium of Warhammer, endless war engulfs the entire galaxy. The Emperor is long gone, buried on the Golden Throne. The Astragalus and Astartes have paid a heavy price; even the Primarch's return cannot halt the Imperium's despair. The edifice is crumbling, and the Dark Lord is about to rise from the throne. A decisive outcome will change everything, ensuring humanity's glory endures. Conquer or destroy the Xenomorphs, only in the name of Primal Chaos, in the sight of the gods.