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.

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Also known as: “This Useless Emperor Won by Lying Flat”

One morning, she woke up to find herself turned into the puppet emperor of a war-for-supremacy story, surrounded by ambitious armies all eager to seize her as a tool to command lords in the name of the Son of Heaven.

She made a decisive choice—to follow the Wei faction. Why not side with the protagonist, you ask? Because the protagonist was a ruthless schemer, the kind of man who’d rather betray the world than be betrayed by it. Following him meant she might not last a few days before being sent to the afterlife with a cup of poisoned wine.

Though the Wei clan never unified the world, they endured the longest. Even the protagonist was forced to drag out a war of attrition against them until they finally collapsed. By her calculation, Wei Ying—the most formidable master of the Wei clan—lived to the age of eighty. Only upon his death could the protagonist finally achieve unification.

If she chose Wei, she could live to eighty as well. Just right. No need to die early.

What better choice could there be? Who would complain about gaining an extra eighty years of life?

So, without hesitation, she followed the Wei clan’s masked woman, the one who wore a fearsome ghost-faced mask.

Unexpectedly, the other factions refused to accept it unless she showed that it was her own voluntary choice. They pressured her to make her stance clear to the Wei woman.

So, Tian Tangjing leaned over and smacked a kiss onto the woman’s cheek, drawing astonished gazes all around.

She kissed without the slightest burden, completely ignoring the way the Wei woman’s cold gaze grew increasingly complicated. From then on, she had secured herself a long-term meal ticket: for eighty years, she could lie flat as a useless emperor, never lacking food or drink, enjoying safety under the close protection of another.

Until her wedding night, when she discovered that the woman she had married was none other than Wei Ying herself.

Wei Ying—the very same iron-blooded general who could kill without batting an eye, who had guarded Shanhaiguan, developed the Far East, and shattered the Donghu tribes.

Tian Tangjing: Is it still too late to pack up and run?

At that moment, Wei Ying pressed close with forceful intent:

“Your Majesty kissed this minister’s daughter. Surely you mean to take lifelong responsibility?”

Tian Tangjing shrank her neck: Weakly asks—if I refuse?

Wei Ying sneered:

“Then your bones will be ground to dust—and scattered together with mine.”

Tian Tangjing: !!!

But who could have expected that their days together would grow more and more flavorful, surprisingly harmonious—if a little too intense.

The very protagonists who were supposed to seize the world ended up turned by her wife into her own right-hand men. They abandoned the struggle for the throne, competing instead to help her govern the realm.

Years later, Tian Tangjing stood atop the Star-Picking Tower, overlooking the vast empire, unable to resist sighing:

“When it comes to the strongest person at living off their partner, none can compare to me.”

“Your Majesty, still want some peaches?” Wei Ying reclined lazily on the beauty’s couch, gazing at her.

Tian Tangjing: “Mash it into peach pulp for me. I only love the soft kind!”

PS:

Ordinary useless emperor × Earth-shaking goddess-general

Theme: Blooming and bearing fruit even in adversity.

Five times the size of Earth is engulfed in chaos: the EF Federation and the Principality of Zeon are locked in a deadly battle, while also vying with the Atlantic Federation for control of the Americas. The Atlantic Federation, while fighting the EF, also seeks to unite with Earth to destroy PLANT. PLANT, meanwhile, faces a two-pronged attack from both the Atlantic Federation and Zeon. The new AEU chairman, Teres, is dissatisfied with the European Federation's allegiance to the Atlantic Federation, leading to a struggle for European territory. The strongest party, the Human Revolutionary Alliance, disapproves of the Atlantic Federation and Zeon, secretly aids PLANT and the EF, while also dealing with the restless Equatorial Federation and the turmoil in the Middle East. Furthermore, on Mars, Gjarrhorn has established a dictatorship, sparking widespread resistance. Now, Yang Hui, the "Flying General" of the Human Revolutionary Alliance's "Top Martial Arts" training team, leads the "Dragon City" squad straight into space, aiming to seize the Atlantic Federation's spoils, leaving behind the words: "Give it to me!"

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: !!!

I was transported to another world and became a lord named Fanel.

I thought I could enjoy a wonderful life and embrace it.

But tell me, why are nobles so corrupt too? Not a single one of them is a traitor!

Saving the world and defeating the Demon King—aren't those tasks for heroes? Why don't you guys just sit idly by? What are you all doing?!

What does it mean that humans attacked the demons and casually burned down the elven forest? What does it mean that they slew the dragon and casually destroyed the dwarven kingdom?

What?! What did you say?! The external war is over, now it's a civil war?!

The first thing Costa Ries did after transmigrating was to top the police department's wanted list. Worse still, the "Tribunal," the supernatural organization the original owner had served, planned to eliminate him as a legacy issue. Fortunately, he possessed the ability to continuously level up by fulfilling contracts, and a reliable, wealthy female teammate. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lasted long in this godforsaken place. ...New Lund, the steam-powered capital of the Beside Empire, a metropolis where progress and decadence coexist. Here, if you don't want to become a subject of astral magic experiments or raw material for bio-alchemy, it's best to stay away from the unlit streets at night.

Mao Caogen, a humble figure from the East, rose from the bottom in the world of medieval Western Europe, relying on the power-added system to help him rise. He led his forces in a fierce struggle against various factions. Along the way, he met many like-minded friends, and together they created their own legend.

[Slow pace] [Build an empire alongside the protagonist]

Traveling back to 1887, one becomes Crown Prince Wilhelm II of the German Empire. At this time, Wilhelm I is old and frail, the 100-day emperor hangs by a thread, and the Bismarckian system is on the verge of collapse. Facing the impending trap of world war, a new soul takes over the steering wheel of the empire.

Lu Chuan, a modern civil engineer, unexpectedly transmigrates into the body of a deposed prince exiled to a barren land. Faced with saline wasteland and a desperate populace, he vows to create life in this desolate place. He gains trust with a shallow well, defeats a village bully with fishing traps, and discovers astonishing mineral deposits in the barren mountains. When powerful external enemies lurk, Lu Chuan uses his extraordinary wisdom to lead his people to independence. Caravans come and go, brick kilns rise, and disillusioned martial artists lend a helping hand; he embarks on an unprecedented path of infrastructure development in this wild land.

In the distant 41st millennium, countless races clashed within the galaxy. The ravenous Devourer had extended its tentacles here, the former galactic overlords were gradually awakening, and the whispers from the warp grew ever stronger. Lin Yuan, by accident, arrived in this cesspool-like universe. Watching the heroes and warriors battling it out in the galaxy, he was filled with despair. "I was just joking, I really didn't intend to serve the Emperor." Good news: Lin Yuan acquired a system. Bad news: He resurrected in the Undercity, and the first thing the system summoned was the Zerg from StarCraft II... Lin Yuan looked at the Zerglings and cockroaches hopping around him, and the Xenomorphs circling above his head, his despair deepening. "Damn it, is this really not Tzeentch's blessing?!"