[Warhammer 40,000: The Merchant Ronin Fanfiction] [No System] [Loyal and Unorthodox] [Harem] [Growth] [Multiple Perspectives] [Entire Group]

When Wang Yunfei, a seriously ill patient, closed his eyes, he woke up in the world of Warhammer 40K.

This is a hive world not far from the Colonus Expansion Zone in the Calissis Star Sector of the Hazy Starfield. The original owner of the noble family, a transmigrator, is surprised to find that he has become the experimental subject of a certain wandering technological heretic.

Having passed the forbidden ritual, he gained a witty personality and the ability to genetically mimic others. But his immediate priority is to escape from the clutches of the motorgirl and then get on board the ship of the merchant ronin, Theodora, to take up his post.

[Claude Frye is also Cloud Fly, Brother Yunfei, how have you been? King, Little Wang... uh, Jin, right... not bad either.]

Wait, why does your surname end with Von Valancius?

[Act first, report later—it's an imperial decree, so what? What the chartered captain can handle, I'll handle; what he can't, I'll handle even more.]

【Ageta, no, Brother Jie, could you possibly make an exception for this alien technology matter?】

【Eh, I really don't know this, explain... a Szalak-brand space necromancer command vehicle! Jai, you're my Jai-ge!】

【Oh, so you like SM too ❤ No, I meant Space Marine, what are you talking about?】

"First, I beseech Holy King Guilliman! Second, I beseech Les to possess me! Third, I beseech Grand Marshal Leon! May the Emperor manifest and sweep away the evil spirits! May my left shoulder be benevolent and righteous! May my right shoulder be righteous and benevolent! May the treacherous and horrible aid me! May the false emperor, the great villain, be annihilated!" Looking at the weak human before him, babbling incoherently before the two armies, his eyes rolling back and his body convulsing, an aura of unspeakable loyalty emanated from this human and spread throughout the battlefield. The onlookers, from powerful demon lords to imperial auxiliary soldiers and accompanying priests, all involuntarily took three steps back, their faces showing simultaneous terror. "I told you! These warlock cultists are pathetic!" Li Lian, who himself didn't know what had possessed him this time, gave a smug smile to the restless archbishop not far away. "See that? This is the mysterious power from the East!" "Alas! Your Excellency the Archbishop, and that incredibly strong Governor possessed by the Demon Prince! Don't run away!"

"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."

Warhammer 40K | No Female Lead | No Melodrama | Steady Plot Progression

An art student accidentally transmigrates into the grimdark universe of Warhammer 40K and stumbles upon a shard of the Void Dragon—becoming a hybrid of Star God and human. With the power of a C’tan at his disposal, this unlikely protagonist resolves to lead humanity’s resurgence and claim dominion over the galaxy.

[Natural disaster + mass production of troops + no female lead + decisive killing + four races of heroes + savior] As usual, young Fang Yun finished a game of Warcraft III, and the water cup next to him inexplicably spilled on the keyboard. A burst of lightning illuminated the dormitory, and Fang Yun regained consciousness.

"It's over! Five hundred worlds!"

It turns out that Fang Yun has arrived in the Warhammer 40k era.

So Tzeentch! Khorne! Nurgle! Slaanesh! And that false emperor sitting high on a golden toilet!

Let the Scourge send you on your way!!!

Ever since the Chaos Gods launched a new round of their "Great Game" in the World of Warhammer Fantasy, the infamous shithole universe of Warhammer 40K—already renowned across the Sea of Void as the "Chaos God’s Sewer"—officially earned itself a permanent blacklist from all civilized realities. Why? Too many demons. Too many cultists. Too much bullshit.

The God-Emperor of Mankind, suffering collateral damage, wasn’t just blacklisted—He also found Himself locked out of the Warhammer Fantasy world by the Four’s paranoid blockades. No more "borrowing" resources. No more easy wins.

So what’s a tired, golden-skinned overlord to do?

Start spam-fishing.

The Emperor began hurling isekai’d outsiders through the Warp like junk data, hoping some poor sucker would take the bait.

Enter Li Wei, a dude from Earth who just got his "resident permit" revoked by reality itself.

Now, stranded before a kaleidoscopic abyss of screaming souls and warp-storms, he has two choices:

Die horribly.

Become the God-Emperor’s newest (and most unwilling) "Vanguard of the Heavens."

(Spoiler: He doesn’t get to pick.)

Let's bring a little fun to this hopeless universe.

The warp power will unite with the messengers of chaos to offer "him," the blind and foolish Azathoth, the blissful dream of chaos.

Whether you are a Primarch, an Orc, an Eldar, or even the highest deities, come and join this chaotic and frenzied revelry!

Because anything is possible here.

Hopefully, this crazy and wonderful show will keep "He" from waking up too soon.

After all, no one knows whether we will still exist after the blind and foolish god Azathoth awakens.

In the treacherous universe of Warhammer 40,000, how could there be no "YESYES"? So, to fill the void of the galaxy lacking rats, Lucius transformed into a black-robed Great Horned Rat and arrived in the galaxy, leading his hordes into this cruel galactic cesspool. From then on, the Devourer of the Great faced a group of equally hungry and formidable enemies; the Empire experienced what an endless sea of ​​people truly meant; the Necromancer discovered that the opposing rats also favored green weapons; and the Greenskins—Lucius declared, "Greenskins, we've fought our way from the Middle Ages to AOS all the way to 40,000! Let's see if you can handle the rats again!"

When the warp is torn apart once again, will the Empire seize this rare opportunity, or will it continue to decline?

—When a new star god is born in the galaxy, he begins his mission to reinforce the space of the real universe.

—The Silent King of the Necromancers awakens, activating the "Blackrock Spire" to divide the "Dead Zone of Exorcism" in the warp, splitting the galaxy!

"The fate of the galaxy will once again take a turn!"

A seemingly calm but inwardly sarcastic modern elite, while complaining and building infrastructure in the Warhammer cesspool, ultimately uses Eastern metaphysics to combat the warp and pave a new path for humanity.