"When I was taken in by the White Scars Chapter Librarius, and inherited the name Qin Xia, an ancient White Scars warrior from ten thousand years ago, I thought my destiny was to fight for the White Scars Chapter until I fell."
"When I was taken away by the Grey Knights before my surgical modifications, I thought my destiny was to fight against daemons until I fell."
"Until... the damned warp threw me back ten thousand years, onto a planet called Nuceria, where I met a young Angron."
Qin Xia looked at Angron, the primarch who would one day become the most vicious and tyrannical, and fell into deep thought.
"I'm going to raise Angron? Is this for real?"
The only thing that brought Qin Xia a glimmer of hope was that the young Angron hadn't yet been implanted with the Butcher's Nails. He hadn't yet become a brutal and cruel butcher. His talent for sensing and absorbing the negative emotions of others was still there; he was still a primarch with a compassionate heart and an astonishing capacity for empathy.
"It's not too late after all."
Mai Dongzi thought she was trapped in a bloody plot of a real and fake daughter, but later found out that it was a conspiracy, someone wanted to steal her position as the heroine and the heart of the hero. When she was about to abandon her identity as a fake daughter and walk her own way, she found out that she was in a book. What made her depressed was that the book was not a bloody sweet romance drama, but an interstellar doomsday disaster drama.
( There are "survival adventure live broadcasts and unlimited streaming plots.")
In the age of mind control, light armor has become humanity's new body. People say that steel forges the throne—can indestructible alloy armor protect a tender heart?
With the rise of AI, new human citizens who have passed the “Standard Emotional Test” now possess human emotions. How will they break free from the shackles of 0s and 1s?
In the vast, boundless interstellar universe, warships plow forward under the glow of stars, as warriors forge their legends.
A genius teenager, wary and cautious of human society, cautiously extends his sharp palm to touch this warm world.
Dark, Despair,
The Emperor's might walks the galaxy, seeking to restore humanity to its former glory.
But fate played a little joke on me.
The fate of mankind has long been controlled by the evil god, and only darkness and war are eternal in this world.
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"Ah! What you said is right, but what does this have to do with me? I'm just an everyday person and I like to have fun," said Hogg Menethil, the Primarch of the 11th Legion, to the big golden guy in front of him.
CP: Akivli (deceased) Reborn in the world of Collapsed Iron, he became the only physical god in the world of Collapsed Iron, different from the philosophical concepts of Star God. In loneliness, Weishi pretended to be indifferent and observed everything until he met the young man named Akivli. Weishi encountered the first ray of light in his long life, and Weishi also became Alaya-vijnana. But the light eventually dissipated under the ravages of time. The disheartened Alaya-vijnana returned to its original body. Loneliness was like a rising tide that drowned her and made her almost turn back into Him. Many years later, by chance, Alaya heard the departure of the Star Train again. She once again embarked on a pioneering journey and harvested her own treasures.
Transmigrating to the Marvel Universe, Lu Chen obtains a dimensional extraction system, starting out as a treasure trove of Kesha knowledge.
There's nothing a single star can't handle, and if there's one, then two!
A certain family planning director, a purple potato spirit? Are three enough? If not, I still have a million stars in reserve!
I, Lu Chen, am a man you can't even imagine!
[Base-building][Scientific research][Technology-based]
Reborn as a top-tier technological construct, he then transmigrates into the tech-impoverished, "magic-leaning" world of Warhammer 40,000. Watch as he develops his power and dominates the galaxy!
Utterly curbstomping the Golden Toilet King.
The Emperor: "Ugh... Hongye is so amazing... I was utterly beaten... ♡"
Hongye: "?"
“A cheat system? Do you take me for a fool? Nowadays, where can you find such a good thing falling into your lap? Is this some new kind of fraud? Get out of my head. Or is this a murderer training system of aliens that can mind control the host?”
“No, I am the chaos that whispers from nothingness, the nightmare of all living beings in the Southern Ten Stars, the successor of the unparalleled God and… your elder sister.”
“…I only have a younger sister, I don’t have an elder sister!”
“No, you have one. I am an illegitimate daughter. It’s just that your dad never told you.”
【Short video + movie watching + PV + no protagonist】
The viewing space system comes to the Starry Sky World
The opening scene is "Gold Dust: Three Chips Enough, Everything, or Nothing!"
【Firefly】:Ah?
【Gold Dust】: I have never lost, and I will never lose
[Star]: Eh? I'm mining for gold dust? Is that true?
Kafka: Interesting... None of this was in Elio's script.
The Four Destinies of Eternal Fire Residence
Lord Nanook...
[Fireworks]: Hahahahahaha, you are the happiest clown in the circus, it's so funny.
[Huang Quan]: Eh...?
[Star]: Grand Duke: If the opponent is a Commander, it might be a little tricky. Annihilation Gang: Will we lose? Grand Duke: We will win!
As the video plays, various future, PV, and secondary creations are exposed.
Kafka: Reach the end with your own will.
What is hometown? It is an anchor for travelers on their journeys, and a dream to which they ultimately return. But when the distance from home changes from land and mountains to light-years and galaxies; when the years away from home grow from years to generations, hometown, to the wanderer, is ultimately... an anchorless place, a dream elusive. Young people, stepping on the red earth of the planet, gazed up at the boundless universe for the first time, only to be greeted by a dazzling galaxy and a deep sense of emptiness beneath. Hometown is nothing more than a humble set of three-dimensional coordinates, abstract and illusory. But for those determined to return, hometown is far more than empty coordinates; it is an ever-vivid and real presence, gleaming in their hearts.