The hero is dead, and the next one is Raino.

In order to survive, the only way Lei Ye could think of was to swallow the 'gender change potion. The demon' transformed into a beautiful girl.

but...

But the Demon King laughed and said, "Do you think I would just stand there and buff like an idiot?" He ran over, snatched the potion, and drank it all in one breath?

Upon waking, Lin finds himself no longer human, but transported to the Warhammer 40K universe, becoming the consciousness of a newly born Tyranid hive, bound to a mysterious "Fourth Scourge System." Faced with this dark universe filled with madness and destruction, the only hope for survival lies in using the system to summon players from Earth, making them believe it's just a "100% immersive game," and harnessing their absurdity and passion. Thus, the most chaotic swarm in Warhammer history is born: on one side, monstrous aliens devouring everything; on the other, player consciousnesses flooding forums, researching unconventional tactics, and shouting "For the Horde!" Watch as the mastermind behind it all, Lin, guides this "Fourth Scourge," sweeping across the stars and utterly distorting the already despairing universe!

The sage of the Mechanic Church, Exis.Σ.Σ.Lu (Lu for short), transmigrated to a "terrifying" place. Here, humans worship psychic energy and call the practice of cultivating it "cultivation of immortality." Here, a strange, demonic voice calling itself "System" whispers in Lu's ear from time to time. Here, there are also powerful psychic entities comparable to spatial gods and demons. How corrupt, how terrifying! But… the Great Sage is never afraid. The Great Sage is always thirsty for knowledge. This is a good opportunity to observe psychic energy and research countermeasures. Perhaps, he can even find his way home. As for joining? Impossible, absolutely impossible! The Great Sage, following Om Messiah and believing in science…

Title: Warhammer + Fourth Scourge + Space Pirate "Ship-Lord"

Description:

Minion A: "Boss! There’s a bunch of Chaos tin-cans ahead!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Pull alongside ‘em."

Minion B: "Boss! Some pointy-eared space elves up front!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Pull alongside ‘em."

Minion C: "Boss! A mob of green fungus freaks!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Pull alongside ‘em."

Minion D: "Boss! There’s a Primarch with a few tin-cans brawling with Warp demons!"

Zhao Dezhu: "Holy sh—"

Minion D (mishearing): "Boss says pull alongside ‘em!"

Zhao Dezhu: "……"

(This is a chaotic comedy—veteran Warhammer fans, go easy on the hate! Expect abstract memes, zero logic, and maximum yolo.)

One sentence synopsis: The demon prince Perturabo turned into a dog.

Crystal Maze annual fun sincere dedication

Divideless Chaos Guilliman

Specializing in controlling Tieyong Duo En

(Unlock more gradually...)

No fighting or killing, just eating and drinking (really)

[Warhammer + Fanfic + Alternate Lore + Comedy + System]

College student Yan Yue transmigrated into the body of a Space Marine Centurion—only to discover he’s now leading the last remnants of the Luna Wolves, a legion trapped in the Warp for 10,000 years.

When their battle barge escapes the ruins of Cadia, Yan Yue and his ancient Long War veterans emerge into a galaxy gone mad:

The Imperium is rotting with corruption,

The Inquisition wants them dead,

And his "Loyalty Meter" System keeps pinging: "Bro, maybe don’t mention you served Horus?"

Armed with pre-heresy drip, two layers of PTSD, and a darkly hilarious misunderstanding aura, this accidental warlord must either:

✓ Redeem his legion’s name,

✓ Conquer the Throneworld for giggles, or

✓ Die spectacularly when the Black Templars find him.

The Emperor’s finest? More like… the galaxy’s worst book club.

"I still remember those thirty years, those thirty years..." "Alright, I've had enough." Looking at the hesitant expression on the bald, handsome man's face, Lin Qi, the Regent of the Third Reich, the Left Hand of the Wolf God, Eugene Guilliman Poe's best friend, Batman's certified savior of the Empire, the Queen who can summon ten thousand Glories with a wave of her hand, the fear of Abaddon, the person who respects Butcher's Nail the most in the world, sighed helplessly. "After we've dealt with the Four Gods, if the Emperor can't send me home, I'll make him do a pole dance in front of us."

Aaron, living in 600 BCE, felt his father was an inadequate father, a mere biological father, and had driven his mother away. That is until he began encountering demigods in his dreams, seeking their father, who called him brother. So, had the old man cheated? Aaron was furious, determined to avenge his mother. But his brothers addressed him so affectionately, asking for things their father had used—relics, so to speak, to slay demons. He gave his father's pillow to Guilliman, his carved clay tablets to Lorgar, his hunting spear to the Lion, his donkey to Jaghatai... Wait, Horus, what do you want? Your father's clothes? In the 42nd Millennium, all the Primarchs broke free from the river of time, liberating the very essence of the Warp and freeing themselves from the constraints of loyalty and betrayal...

In the third millennium, Immor, located on Holy Terra, crafted a Warhammer prize box. The day after its completion, a city materialized within the box, where a group of thugs were committing crimes. Driven by a sense of justice, Immor decided to punish evil and promote good, thus setting in motion the threads of fate. The Emperor both loved and hated Immor; love stemmed from the appearance of a second beacon in the dark human world; hatred arose from the latter's theft of his son, much like the Four Gods. Khorne was enraged by the theft of his title as the second brother. Nurgle wept in anger at the theft of Aisha. Death, in league with Immor, terrified Slaanesh. A second Weaver of Fate appeared, driving Tzeentch mad. A product of humanity's 2K era, Tal Rashin was ecstatic. A certain sunny and cheerful young man...

This is an extremely dark world.

The Emperor walked the earth, trying to restore the glory of the Empire.

But the fate of mankind has long been toyed with by evil gods.

In the precarious future, there is only endless darkness and war.

until--

The Death Guard named Hades appears.

The threads of fate are intertwined. Can the existence from the outside world reverse the tragedy destined for thousands of sentient beings?

The gods placed their bets.

But Hades doesn't know this at the moment. He is crying like a fart whose toes have been stepped on.

"Help!!! Why is this the world of Warhammer?!"

"Also, why am I a Death Guard?!!"

"Is it too late to kill yourself and start again?!"

It's a funny novel. The nerdy and unscrupulous male protagonist travels to the world of grimdark, where he wanders around with his legs broken and crying like a bastard.