This is a parallel world; please do not take it personally.

Welcome to Earth Online!

Game Announcement: The current version update on July 15th, 3025 AD is as follows:

1. Significantly reduce the random character generation rate for Chinese clothing, slightly increase the character generation rate for Western clothing, and moderately increase the character generation rate for Indian clothing.

2. Regional survival game event update: The [Deep Blue Storm] event is launched in coastal areas. The game will randomly drop items such as [Deep Sea Giant Squid], [Neighbor's Underpants], and [Flying Divine Dog].

3. The pre-event storyline for the S3 large-scale competition has been updated, and the story mission [Gaksha: Humanitarian Aid] is now open. Advanced players are encouraged to participate.

4. Slightly increase the rate of technological updates in traditional Chinese clothing, moderately increase the difficulty of starting a business…

Upon waking up, Gao Wan suddenly experienced auditory hallucinations and stared into deep thought at the game interface in front of him.

Netizen: The book "Burning the Scriptures" is right here, why don't you learn it? (Pulls out "Qian's Engineering Cybernetics")

Gao Wan: I'm studying, I'm studying.

"Ding! After one hour of dedicated reading of 'Engineering Cybernetics', your intelligence has increased by 1, your knowledge base by 1, and your learning progress by 1%."

The child may not understand, but the child is trying.

"You have logged into the Earth Online game forum."

Browse the player post "On the Importance of Unified Standards" - Author: Qin Shihuang.

Post titled "A Complete Guide from Beggar to Server Owner" - Author: Zhu Yuanzhang.

Post titled "On the Feasibility of Achieving Tasks Through Indirect Methods" - Author: Huang Chao.

One day at the Chinese Clothing Guild.

"Ding! Villager Gao Wan has shared controlled nuclear fusion technology with you."

From then on, science and metaphysics went hand in hand, and flying swords and mechas became one.

"Now, a brief interruption: a war criminal named Lu Qian. It is alleged that he committed crimes including, but not limited to, those listed below: 'Turning his own customers into food in his restaurant;' 'Connecting sewage pipes to the city's drinking water system to boost healthcare stock prices;' 'Using neutron beams to brutally annihilate an entire planet of aliens…' Citizens, please be wary of this heinous war criminal." Lu Qian stared blankly at his own photo in the marketing article. He just made a game, how could he be a war criminal? The next day, Lu Qian solemnly clarified in the *Game Observer*: "Who said I'm a war criminal? The games we make always promote truth, goodness, and beauty; it's just that players have misunderstood. Besides, I haven't been caught, how could I be a war criminal!"

【Lord】【Farming】【Intelligence】【War】

Gervis, the second son of a minor noble family, was unexpectedly canonized, but his territory was the Storm Territory, a place known as the land of death. Fortunately, he successfully awakened the daily intelligence system!

[1: Three hundred meters south of Kent Street in Silver Shield City, hidden within a large tree is a sum of ten gold coins worth of stolen property. Viscount Potter's servant had hidden it there after stealing the manor's property. However, the servant's actions were soon exposed, and he died unexpectedly in a fierce resistance, resulting in the stolen money being lost for several years.]

[2: After the challenge, the wife of the Silver Shield City civil administrator will go to Cato Manor on the edge of the city for an affair. The reason she gave to the Saint Bit City civil administrator was that she was going on a trip to the suburbs with other noble ladies...]

[3: Lady Mary's beautiful maid, Caroline, possesses a rare ancient lucky bloodline. Legend has it that this bloodline is favored by the God of Luck. As long as you keep her by your side, you will gain a bonus of luck in everything you do!]

[4: In the Death Mountains south of Stormwind Territory, the demonic serpent leader Quekra was injured in a battle with a sixth-tier demonic beast and will temporarily fall into dormancy. The tyrannical three-headed serpent woman Abath will temporarily take control. The three-headed serpent woman loves to feed on humans, so the kingdom's border will usher in another wave of unrest.]

[5: An underage unicorn appears to have arrived near Stormwind. Unicorns are divine creatures, even rarer than dragons. The Griffin King owns one, and only rides it during important festivals.]

…

The knight's longsword, the elf's longbow, the orc's roar, the beast's trampling, the dragon's roar

The Warhammer universe is a world where technology and psychic power clash, where advancement and backwardness blend. And the Celestial Clock, a top-level, dreamlike artifact from the Super God Universe capable of simulating the entire universe, is a magical artifact. If an ordinary, incorruptible Earthling were to travel to the Warhammer universe with the Clock, what would his fate be, and what sparks would emerge?

He was transported to Warhammer 40k, but Shen Ping didn't cry like a jerk who'd had his toes stepped on.

Because his hanger is a bit too big.

A nascent virtual realm, omnipotent spiritual energy, a rudimentary yet highly efficient wish-granting panel.

"Darkness, despair, and a future where only war remains?"

"Then it's my turn to save everything!"

"To restore humanity's glory is our inescapable duty!"

Starting from this feudal planet, let's stir up the entire universe!

During a battle against the Tyranid vanguard, Kayle Fallon was infected by a unique gene-devouring virus. Instead of destroying him, the virus merged with him, granting him a terrifying ability—to plunder the traits, memories, and even portions of the power of powerful beings by devouring their genetic essence.

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!

This is the hut I built. This is the stone I meditate on. This is my bolter and chainsaw sword. I've been in this idyllic paradise for over a decade, even reaching the Qi Refining stage, and you're telling me this is a Warhammer? So the spiritual energy I breathe every day comes from the Warp?... Years later, a colossal statue stands atop Terra. Beneath the statue, they call me Regent, Godfather of the Chaos Primarch, Heart of the Dead, Terran Keeper, Ark Home Engineer, Terminator of the Second Brother, Dorak's Private Garbage Collector, Warp Landlord... "So, Your Majesty, it's rather impolite of you to be sitting while speaking to me."

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..."

[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!"