[Warhammer + System + Decisive Killing + Infinite Evolution + No Female Lead]

"The Emperor created twenty radiant demigod Primarchs to conquer the daylight of the galaxy."

“And Makado, in order to protect that unspeakable darkness, created Wiz in the deepest part of the laboratory.”

...

Traveling through Warhammer 30,000, he becomes the most dangerous secret experiment of the Imperial Chancellor Macard, the "Prototype Zero" of the Maerorus Guild.

Wiz has no soul, no sense of pain, only a perfect killing body fused with unknown genes and yearning for flesh and blood.

And, a **[Devouring Evolution System]** from the void.

In this despairing universe filled with bombs, chainswords, and warp demons, Wiz doesn't need power armor because his skin is harder than adamantite; he doesn't need bolters because his bone spikes can pierce through Titans.

[Devour]:

Devour the Orc warlord alive—gain [Cell Regeneration] and [Infinite Strength]!

Prey on the Eldar Prophet—Gain [Time Warning] and [Faster Light Nerves]!

Chewing on the Great Demon Nurgle grants [Conceptual-level Plague Immunity] and [Immortality]!

...

At the end of the Great Crusade, the Horus Rebellion broke out, and the galaxy burned.

As the traitorous warlord Horus raised his claws, ready to kill Saint Gilles, the shadows suddenly stirred.

A claw covered in a void carapace caught Horus's heavy blow.

Wiz grinned, revealing fangs, and looked at the shocked Primarchs before him, letting out a hoarse, greedy whisper:

“Praise the Emperor… What a sumptuous buffet this is.”

"I want to build a ninja village of my own!"

"I want to form my own pirate group!"

"I want to set up a magic school!"

The passionate discussion about the future of the few people in the corner did not affect Liu Haodong. He was now wondering, "Warhammer 40K? What kind of world is this? The identity of people like us is still 'tithe tax', taking people as taxes?"

The organization that receives these taxes from them is called "World Eaters".

Using people as taxes, what kind of world is this?

Fortunately, the reincarnation players in the same industry are all young people with ideals and ambitions.

They believe that as long as everyone works together, they will definitely have a bright future in the world of Warhammer 40K.

The few people in the corner agreed that "If you become rich and powerful, don't forget each other."

With the hope for a better future, they walked into the arena of the World Eaters...

andrix: Dante, please let me go. I'm not your father. Your father is still lying in the Stone Hall.

Dante: Impossible! Dad, you're finally back! The Blood Angels are back to you! I can finally retire!

Looking at Dante clinging to his thigh, Sandrix fell silent.

And looking at the group of youngsters around him, their eyes gleaming with gold, ready to recognize their father, and the four gods in the Warp ready to surprise him, he made a decision.

Sandrix: Dad! Please help! Send Guilliman back, or at least that's fine! (Holding his thigh)

Emperor: !!!

Being an Astartes isn't all about fighting and killing. To run a successful Chapter, one must also be worldly-wise and empathetic. Prejudices are as heavy as a mountain. Yet, the outside world's stereotypes about the Warhammer universe are always right. How can we build the Imperium of Mankind with these insects? We must build the Imperium of Mankind with these insects! From recruit to Chapter Master, a Space Marine will never admit to partial brain necrosis. Yet, from the Emperor to the Four Gods, the mighty powers of the Warp always want to make life easy for everyone. The holy God-Emperor once declared that he was not a god. Kaz Samar expressed complete indifference to the human gods' insistence on saying he wasn't a god. He kept saying, "Yes, yes, yes, I bow when I'm due, I kneel when I'm due." After centuries of hard work, Kaz finally became Chapter Master and was at his desk, writing his memoirs, attempting to record his eventful life for the Imperium. Then, a brash recruit barged into his room. "Chapter Master, promethium is half price in the next sector!" Alas, even the Imperium's demigods can't escape the chores of food, clothing, and daily necessities. He put down his personal memoirs and pulled out his chapter account book. Is there much in the bank? Not much.

A mortal was chosen by the Ultramarines and underwent nineteen genetic modifications to become a Space Marine. Since then, he and his team have faced the Tyranids, the Green Orcs, fought against the evil god Slaanesh, eliminated the rebels, and forged brotherhood and glory in the brutal war.

"I'm not asking you to remain within the Cursed's stasis barrier forever. I'm not a demon. However, the Star Sea Punishment, the ultimate solution to the remnants of hundreds of thousands of years of the War in Heaven, is to kill all intelligent life and detonate the universe. What does that mean? What's wrong with your moral sense as an intelligent being? You just spent a year becoming Planet Master, didn't you? If you keep going like this, you'll be a sector leader in ten, galactic overlord in twenty, and dark matter collector in thirty. Finally, you'll build an etheric engine to exterminate all life in the universe. As reflections of all intelligent life in this galaxy, the five of us must stop you. Seriously." Leon: "What are you talking about? Etheric Engine activated! Blow this shithole to ash!" ————————————————————...

[30k to 40k, some semi-apocryphal content, no female protagonist, loyalty, not a "wish fulfillment" story]"

Hermes: "Horus, my friend, death is not the end!"

"We were never soldiers... In their eyes, we were made to be the personification of rage. In their eyes, we must exist only for destruction. But we were once his companions. We were the ones he trusted. We were his advisors, his artisans. We were a glimpse of what this species could become if guided correctly, freed from its own malice and weakness. Of course, we were also taught how to fight. He knew that war was coming. It was a necessary step for ascension.

Nicholas, armed with the "Warhammer Museum System," embarks on a treasure hunt in the hellish galaxy! He explores ancient necromantic tombs in space, ventures into chaotic caverns, steals Blackrock artifacts, collects Imperial Relics, and battles orcs while also testing his luck against traitors.

His main job is collecting collectibles, and his side job is beating up all sorts of oddities in the galaxy. He uses his full collection of treasures to fight against the darkness, and his motto is "If you're not proactive in collecting treasures, there's something wrong with your thinking!"

Hey! What do you think of this Emperor collection?

The sage of the Mechanic Church, Exis.Σ.Σ.Lu (Lu for short), transmigrated to a "terrifying" place. Here, humans worship psychic energy and call the practice of cultivating it "cultivation of immortality." Here, a strange, demonic voice calling itself "System" whispers in Lu's ear from time to time. Here, there are also powerful psychic entities comparable to spatial gods and demons. How corrupt, how terrifying! But… the Great Sage is never afraid. The Great Sage is always thirsty for knowledge. This is a good opportunity to observe psychic energy and research countermeasures. Perhaps, he can even find his way home. As for joining? Impossible, absolutely impossible! The Great Sage, following Om Messiah and believing in science…