Kaska traveled to a wasteland world. The sky was covered with yellow sand and radioactive clouds, and the only human settlements were fortress factories behind desolate iron walls. He was determined to save it all. Before that, as the unpopular youngest son of a powerful family on the planet, he was about to have a political marriage with a female workshop worker. The other party was a beautiful girl with white hair and purple eyes. Except that she was a little bigger than others, everything else was perfect. He was very satisfied. Until he heard that the other party was called Fulgrim. What! ? Fulgrim? ! He was puzzled by this. He realized that something was wrong. He cried like a fart spirit whose toes were stepped on. ...Damn it, this is a Warhammer world! Or a Warhammer world where Slaanesh is as rampant as a flood! But I still have my head around...

Lanzhus: "The stain of chaos will never disappear, Company Commander Titus. As the cleric of the new chapter, I will be watching you closely!" Titus didn't respond immediately, but turned to look at the other members of the new chapter. There was the Qinmu Chapter Commander, with a kitchen knife at his waist and a homemade gun made from a water pipe, the one with the highest proportion of human beings likely being a perennial veteran. There was the Tyranid Insect, convinced he was an apothecary and dedicated to healing the wounded. There was the traitor who worshipped the Emperor and served as the new chapter's think tank curator. There was the unconventional technocrat who shouted "Long live Omnisaya!"—a space necromancer who firmly believed he was human. There was the peace-loving green-skinned orc who enjoyed farming and construction. ...We are all different, but we are all truly human!

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!

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

Zhang Yuan wakes up to find himself drenched in acid rain from the Warhammer 40K universe. Good news: he's been picked up by a grumbling, down-on-his-luck old merchant ronin who, in his drunken stupor, has changed the name of his family's "empire's strongest financial product"—the Merchant Ronin Agreement—to Zhang Yuan's! Bad news: the Orks are here, and the old man, to cover him, charges into the Orc horde with the "Last Laugh" pistol (the real "Last Laugh"), which has a 30% misfire rate. To save a little kid, Zhang Yuan swings a lightweight alloy door panel—as light as a takeout cooler lid—at the Orks. But to the Orks, it instantly transforms into a "giant sword radiating the holy light of the Second Brother!" The more the Orks fear him, the harder he swings, carving out the title of "Emperor's Chosen" and turning the hive into "Zhang Yuan's Pleasure House" with his worshippers. Until the new planetary governor, rubbing his hands together, packaged him and his two remaining disabled brothers as a "tithing special" and sent them to the Astronomical Army. Upon boarding, the female Inquisitor, who always assigned him "suicidal" missions, unexpectedly found his exposed trade agreement—it appeared to be stained with the Emperor's old nasal blood… no, the Holy Blood Seal! Now, the Inquisitor is frantically running to verify this "noble installment contract." If valid, Zhang Yuan, whom the governor had just thrown onto the battlefield like trash, might soon return to use the Longfellow family's interstellar treasury to buy the governor's golden toilet to use as a chamber pot. "If only I had stuffed in a couple more green toes when it was buy-one-get-two-free…"—a governor, slumped in the rain, was contemplating a cosmic-level financial blunder.

I am Conrad Coz, the Primarch of the Midnight Lords of the Eighth Legion.

An unexpected event freed me from the constant nagging of prophecies, but the price was that I became a woman.

They also acquired a suit of armor that was among the best even in the Golden Age.

Whether you are the Chaos Astartes of evil gods, Space Marines loyal to the Empire, or any other heretics or aliens, if you dare to block my path, I'll make sure you suffer the consequences!

Children! Let the galaxy burn!

When Lin Mo opened his eyes and found himself the governor of a human colony surrounded by the Chaos Legion, he thought he had gone mad. Until that familiar voice echoed in his mind: "[Star System activated. Respected player, welcome to the real universe]."

In this darkest age of the galaxy, the Emperor is silent, aliens roam freely, and chaos whispers. Humanity ekes out a living under a corrupt system. Lin Mo, carrying all the knowledge of a Stellaris player and a "system" capable of altering reality, becomes the sole variable in this despairing universe.

From the first "Federation Fleet" composed of frigates to Titan-class warships capable of confronting battleships; from a cowardly exiled government to the "New Human Federation" uniting hundreds of worlds; from a stray dog ​​hunted by Chaos to a "wildfire" that makes the entire galaxy tremble—Lin Mo will rewrite the cruelest rules of this universe with the mindset of a gamer.

"They say I blaspheme the Emperor? No, I'm merely completing his unfinished work." As the Federation's flag was planted on the land of Holy Terra, as the Golden Throne melted in the Dyson Beam, Lin Mo, facing the siege of the four avatars, revealed a smile characteristic of a player: "Now, it's time to let this galaxy burn completely."

[Endgame detected: Universe 40K itself. Solution: Reboot the galaxy. Confirm?]

At the end of the Terran Unification Wars, the God-Emperor's offspring was cast across the galaxy by a Warp storm. The Emperor's Great Crusade unfolded across the galaxy under the watchful eyes of the Four Gods, foreshadowing the future of humanity. For unknown reasons, an alien soul arrived in Warhammer, becoming the Clown Primarch, Mortarion.