Calixis Sector, Port Wanderer, Blind Eye Bar. "Hello, friend, come sit down. You're looking for a job?" A well-dressed man embraces you, offering you a glass of Renka brandy. "You can call me Siegel, the best Rogue Trader in the Kronos Expanse." "Do other Rogue Traders say the same thing? Friend, to survive in Port Wanderer, you must use your own judgment.

About Warhammer 40k and My World:

A 3k unlucky guy who was dragged to 40k by Barou: I am really a loyalist, but my loyalty is not to the psychic Barou, nor to the decadent and declining human empire, which is not worthy of representing humanity! Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull seat, for the greater good, Whaaaagh!!

Forty-two millennia later, the entire empire is caught in an endless war. The human empire tries its best to maintain its rule, while facing the fierce invasion of alien races, the secret sabotage of chaos sects, and internal corruption and power struggles. The former AI forces (Iron Man) were almost completely wiped out in past wars, but as an intelligent commanding Iron Man that was accidentally activated, Axe is inevitably involved in the entanglement of various forces.

Xie Yong, a poor wage earner, found himself in prison after waking up from a sleep, but this was not an ordinary prison... As for why it was not ordinary, he did not understand, because he was just an Ogryn ape-man. That's right, it was the legal sub-human Ogryn ape-man designated by the Ministry of Military Affairs. At the same time, it was also a coin with a slightly larger denomination in the hands of the Human Emperor. Although he was imprisoned, fortunately he still had a system in his head. Just want me, an Ogryn ape-man, to understand the prompts of the system? ! Hahaha, why don't you let Tzeentch teach me to count to the number 9? What? I can really count to 9! Hello! System, this mission is completed

Human civilization has entered the 30th millennium. The galaxy is burning in the human civil war, and the Emperor's expedition to reshape civilization has come to nothing.

At this moment of hope and despair, Roche, who has ended his long sleep, begins his journey.

As the only executor of the "Reinforce the Future" plan, he will use the legacy of the Golden Age to continue human civilization and continuously complete the technology tree to seek a breakthrough.

Emperor: This universe is hopeless. Go, leave, and remember your mission.

Roche: Hope has never disappeared, the expedition has never stopped, and there are infinite possibilities in the multiverse. When I return, everything will be redeemed.

I am the close ally of the Primarch, the pioneer of the revival of the Eldar, the most powerful and domineering waaaaghboss in the eyes of the green-skinned orcs, the possessor of the Necrons

Bad news: You've been conscripted by the Emperor!

Good news: You're recruiting the Cursed High Lords! You can cast your chess pieces into that world and use them as real people! You can even possess and micro-manage them yourself!

Bad news: You can only cast pieces worth 500 points! And you don't have enough authority, so you can only cast basic units!

Good news: You can level up to gain more points and authority, and you'll get to colonize a world upon taking office, instantly becoming a Planetary Governor!

Bad news: There's a Necron grave right under your butt!

Good news: You can recruit even more Cursed High Lords!

So what else can we say! Recruit some awesome friends and embark on a relaxing, enjoyable (and realistic) journey through Warhammer 40,000!

This is an age of darkness and despair.

In the dark forty-first millennium, the Emperor has long passed away and the Sons of God no longer walk the earth. The future of mankind is filled with endless darkness and war. The fate of mankind seems destined to rot slowly in that bloated and rigid empire. Until the souls from another world arrived.

"Guys, there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Good news."

"The good news is that we have traveled through time, this is a vast interstellar era, and we are interstellar supermen with two hearts and three lungs, high status, and it seems that we have also been given a very wagggh plug-in."

"Great, isn't this the treatment of the protagonist of a cool novel in another world? I can't wait to enjoy the other world...

Gao Yi found himself in the world of Warhammer, and even became a Rogue Trader.

He can bring the technology and arms from other games into the world of 40k.

Many years later, a large number of incredible reports were sent to the desks of the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Ministry of Military Affairs.

"You said they are better at operating explosive troops than the Ultramarines? You said their forge world production is higher than Mars? There are all kinds of sacred STCs? They also mastered the long-distance navigation technology without the warp?"

"Okay, in the name of the great God-Emperor, the Human Empire and the Holy Terra, the Golden Rogue Trader Gao Yi and his planet are granted special tax exemption qualifications, and he is granted the title of Sun Lord.

"What did you say? You want to report to the Inquisition and the Adeptus Mechanicus that Lord Gao Yi possesses illegal heretical technology and tampers with gene seeds to form Astartes? I advise you to stay out of their business! There are no secrets in the dynasty!"

Good news, it's Terra.

Bad news, it's Holy Terra.

After crossing over to Warhammer 40K, Alvin was desperate and cried like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on.

Wait... Alvin looked at the strange world with a blank face: "Hey, where the hell did I come from? Is this still the 40K universe?"

Alvin was surprised to find that he could travel back and forth between Warhammer and the universe!

So, he planned to give the universe a little "Warhammer" shock!

Trisolaran: I don't know, we just arrived on Earth, and hundreds of two-meter-tall men jumped in, shouting for the Emperor, and then cut down everyone they saw with their swords!

Alien: I was wrong, I shouldn't have provoked those monsters shouting "Waaaag" from the beginning!

Umbrella: What tyrant? I want Thunder Warriors!

Alvin: I trade with you to give you face. Since you don't give me face, don't blame me for turning hostile.

Come on, load the macro cannon, there are heretics here, extermination order!

(My first webnovel—a slow-burn story that builds in intensity!)

The Imperium of Man is a galaxy-spanning empire devoted to a god-like figure—the Emperor, enthroned in eternal vigil upon the Golden Throne. Even in this technologically advanced yet decaying future, faith and dogma remain the bedrock of society.

Pilgrims are those who undertake perilous journeys to prove devotion, seek redemption, or fulfill sacred obligations. Their destinations may include holy sites such as Terra (Holy Earth), where the Emperor slumbers, or other worlds sanctified by martyrdom and miracle.

Pilgrim-ships are the decrepit, overcrowded vessels that carry these masses through the void. Picture a floating slum in space, packed with hundreds of thousands of desperate souls. These voyages are long, grueling, and rife with danger—starvation, mutant uprisings, warp-borne horrors, and the ever-looming threat of heresy.