Entering the world of the Red Mansion, he is a prince unrecognized by his father.

On the day he first meets his father, he asks, "Your Majesty, do you remember Jiang Xuelian by Xuanwu Lake that year?" Father, you are unwilling to acknowledge me as your prince, but I insist you do.

Father, you are unwilling to pass the throne to me, but I insist you do.

I love the golden hairpin, but I love the land even more.

Traveled through time. The good news is that Joe, with his talent and hard work, successfully transformed from an ordinary worker into a successful businessman and inventor. The bad news is that the world war broke out, and even Joe, who is rich and powerful, has to go to the front to fight. Joe does not want to participate in this war that has nothing to do with him, and always wants to escape from this war that has nothing to do with him in various ways. However, in the process, medals and honors rained down on Joe. They called Joe the hero of the empire, the most dangerous man in the old world, the legendary commander, the first villain in Bunitania, the immortal old Joe, and the model of soldiers. Faced with all this, Joe had only one thought: "Huh?"

(No female lead, the author is a standard Hammer writer so there won't be too much out-of-character content, the protagonist transmigrates into the 30K Primarch)

What happens when a Warhammer enthusiast actually comes to Warhammer?

Luo Jia: Dude, why did you make me dress up as Luo Jia?!

With no system and no way out, what way does the first corrupted Primarch have to break the deadlock?

Of course, we should kill Colfaren and Irebas first!

Loka will unify its homeworld and launch a great expedition under the Emperor's glory, making the Xenomorphs and Heretics tremble in the wrath of the Word Bearers! Let the stars fall! Let the flames rise! Let the warp burn!

We bear the Emperor's word! We will surely slay the enemies of humanity!

"Grand Admiral Thrawn is dead..." A Chiss, Grand Admiral of the Empire, the only non-human to rise to the pinnacle of Imperial power. For years, he lay dormant in the unknown star regions, only to return with force nine years after the Battle of Yavin, reigniting the Empire's hopes of suppressing the Rebellion. But this hero was assassinated by his own personal guard, plunging the Empire once again into the brink of collapse. Now, the New Republic faces... a completely different Grand Admiral. He unites the remnants of the Empire with a ruthless hand. Past defeats have been transformed into a strategic blueprint, the chessboard for a new round of conquests already laid. The Sith Lord Palpatine, returned from the depths of death, and with his greedy minions, launched a full-scale Imperial counterattack, forcing the internally divided New Republic into retreat. Only one man sees through this apocalyptic chessboard. His name is Thrawn. He lives. His chessboard is already set. There is no forgiveness, no negotiation, no...

Nine hundred years into the forty-first millennium of humanity, a crisis brewed that would shape the fate of the entire galaxy. Beyond the farthest point ever reached by the Sun Lord's expedition, within a halo of stars that the expeditionary force had never set foot on, lay a human civilization distinct from the Empire. They considered themselves descendants of the Golden Men and dubbed themselves the Human Federation. Qiao Wen, fortunately, found himself within the Human Federation. As the sole person handling external affairs for this civilization, he discovered that he could rely not only on ancient human technology but also on his own innate magical powers.

Kazama brings six hundred members of the Eternal Madness Empire to a strange world, destined to foster civilization and spread the light of human reason. Humanity in this world is mired in darkness. So, the Knights of Camelot, the Valkyries, the Afang Palace of the Immortal Qin, the Great Wall that stretches across the universe, and the Twelve Mecha Gods of Olympus. The light of human reason will eventually pierce the darkness.

Place of Birth: Bone Sea Identity: Skeleton… In the next moment, Yun Ming, still in a daze, was swept into the battlefield. Thus, a bewildered gray bone was ruthlessly hijacked by fate. What kind of unknowns will he face?

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The world swam into focus through a haze of gray-white mist, the only sound a persistent, dry crackling in unseen ears. Yun Ming’s consciousness flickered, slowly anchoring itself to a body lying flat on… bones. Countless bones, forming a desolate, shifting landscape beneath him. He tried to sit up, but agony exploded through his frame, sharp and absolute. Looking down, he saw not flesh, but gray-white ribs. Above, slender leg bones stretched where his own should be.

“I… am a skeleton?” The thought echoed in the hollow cavity of his skull, a silent scream of disbelief swallowed by the oppressive mist. Around him, other skeletal figures stirred, mindless automatons rising from the osseous sea, only for some to suddenly collapse, scattering back into the landscape like brittle twigs. Death was palpable here, a constant presence reinforced by the chilling whispers of disintegration.

A voice, alien yet intimate, suddenly bloomed within his mind, urging him forward, into the unknown grayness. With excruciating effort, fueled by a primal fear and a dawning, terrifying awareness, Yun Ming forced his fragile new body upright. This was the Bone Sea. This was his new, horrifying beginning. And in this realm of endless death, survival was the only imperative. His journey, fraught with pain and the constant threat of dissolution, had just begun.

In 878 AD, the fifth year of Qianfu during the reign of Emperor Xizong of the Tang Dynasty.

In this year, Wang Xianzhi died in battle in Huangmei. His followers elected Huang Chao as their leader, named him General Chongtian, and he moved to the south to fight.

In this year, Li Keyong killed Duan Wenchu, the military commander of Datong. The father and son launched a rebellion, and the Shatuo troops plundered Hedong.

This year, bandits rose up in large numbers in the south of the Yangtze River and captured many prefectures and counties.

This year, Henan suffered from drought and locusts for consecutive years, and the soldiers rioted.

This year, Emperor Xizong was busy with cockfighting and ball-playing, ignoring state affairs.

This year, the Tang Dynasty was in turmoil.

This year, Shao Shude, who traveled from the future, had his own ideals. He wanted to climb high and see the lights of thousands of homes; he wanted to travel the mountains and rivers and see the pastoral idyll.

He wants children to grow up healthy, he wants women to be free from humiliation, and he wants the elderly to have a good end.

He wants to end this chaotic world.