A virtual reality game based on the Warhammer Universe, boasting a high degree of freedom and incorporating multiple well-known IPs, has become a viral sensation online. Dutch, drawn by its popularity, has also become a player. Little does he know, the game has just begun, and he has already been transported to the real Warhammer Universe, becoming the sole player. Guilliman: Dutch is an excellent warrior, but he doesn't like to listen to people. Every time I give him a mission, he skips it. Talassien: I'm curious how he manages to break stars into blocks. Tau: For that guy, physics doesn't exist. Khorne: That bastard built a giant pillar, saying he'd use it to break me. Nurgle: He kidnapped my children, washed them clean, and that humiliation fills me with grief and anger. Tzeentch: All changes are part of destiny, but that bastard shattered destiny. Slaanesh: Actually, I've already corrupted Dutch, but I dare not tell him. ...Dutch: Forgot the beginning, forgot the end, anyway, let the warp burn. Emperor: Support, 666.

"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!" ————————————————————...

A brief summary: A reality warper from the Foundation world is recruited by yellow-haired weasels and transported to the Warhammer universe, embarking on a journey to save humanity. ——— Roan stroked his chin, looking at the handsome young man before him with tanned skin, long black hair, and a golden laurel wreath. "...You mean you're going to take me away from this world to a new universe to start a new life?" "That's right, that universe is wonderful, a fantasy world where humans, elves, orcs, undead, demons, and many other races coexist." My requirements are simple. As the hero I've chosen, you only need to help humanity defeat the demons and the evil god behind them. "I believe this task won't be difficult for a reality warper who can manipulate reality at will, almost to the point of wish fulfillment..."

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?