Augusts was truly unlucky. He left home in the morning without checking the almanac and hit the jackpot, taking off from the ground, suffering full-body fractures, and dying on the spot. Now, only his soul drifts in the void.
He was "conveniently" conscripted by a passing system, which said it would take him to another world.
There, he would find elves, magic, orcs, dwarves, and even steampunk and cyber life.
"I didn't expect it to be quite reliable," Augusts' anxious heart slowly settled, and he began to fantasize about a beautiful future with those wondrous fantasy species.
"Ho... Host," the system's cold, mechanical voice stammered a bit, losing its previous confidence, "It seems we took a wrong turn!"
"Fuck!" Augusts cursed inwardly, his soul-light flickering violently. If he had a physical body, he would surely be pointing at the system and yelling profanities.
This damn system was completely unreliable!
"Where are we going?" After calming down, Augusts instantly forgave the system, thinking that a different destination wouldn't be bad. With the system in hand, what was there to fear about a bad life?
"4... 40K..."
"I'll give you another chance to organize your words..." Augusts' soul fluctuations trembled violently, almost collapsing. "What K?"
"Warhammer 40K!" The system's voice was still cold, with a hint of awkward embarrassment.
The system's answer cruelly shattered Augusts' last fantasy. He was stunned for a long time, and finally, a message came from his soul fluctuations: "Destroy it, I'm tired, just do it!"
Augusts knew about Warhammer 40K. Among fellow fans, there was a famous saying: "Everyone says they're loyal, but no one wants to go."
This maxim illustrated the horror of 40K, its dangers being something a modern person couldn't accept.
At this moment, Augusts' soul felt frozen. What kind of place was that? Was it a place for humans?
It was simply a carnival of war and destruction, a graveyard of humanity and morality.
Not to mention the monstrous entities in the Milky Way, the crazy and twisted Warp, and wars that could destroy planets at any moment.
The moral standards of the Human Empire had long since plummeted, and in a galaxy plagued by monstrous entities, the morality of xenos races was even more concerning.
Those xenos races despised each other, constantly plotting how to eliminate other species in the universe.
Elves existed: various colors of space elves, who had dominated the galaxy for tens of millions of years, viewing everyone else as unevolved monkeys.
Orcs also existed: every day they were either fighting or on their way to a fight, having an absolute blast. Cunning yet cruel, cruel yet cunning.
Dwarves were definitely there: a group of conservative, unprogressive individuals, stuck in their old ways.
There was also a group of space metal skeletons whose brains had gone bad from sleeping in tombs, and who now piloted spaceships at warp speed through the material universe.
Even more, there were the Tyranids, who came from the extragalactic void to the Milky Way, devouring everything in their path, leaving no trace of life.
They all shared one common characteristic: they "integrated" with humanity!
In the literal, physical sense of "integrated," a life-and-death struggle, relentless and without end.
The Human Empire was no better; it spared no alien or heretic, nor did it spare its own people.
It was ruthless to aliens, and even more ruthless to its own kind.
Not to mention, in the mirror of the real universe, there was the Human Empire's eternal enemy: the Warp.
The Gods of Courage, Love, Wisdom, and Life within it were all exceptionally friendly, the kind that would tear out your heart, lungs, and soul.
"Fortunately, I have a system." Augusts' anxious heart relaxed slightly, reassuring himself with the system once more, as it was his only reliance now.
Though this damn system was unreliable, it was still something to depend on.
By then, finding a hive world and living a hundred or eighty years until a natural death shouldn't be a problem.
As for immortality, forget it; in that crazy world, living long brought no benefits, and would only attract the attention of the Four Gods.
Heaven knows if the knowledge in his mind would attract the attention of the Four Gods. If They discovered that the universe's truth was merely a money-making tool for some company, They might go insane and unite to destroy the world.
Just thinking about it sent shivers down his spine, making him feel a chill.
"Ding." As he was lost in thought, a crisp notification sound pulled Augusts' mind back, and he glanced at the system's prompt.
This time, he couldn't hold back and immediately cursed out loud.
The damn system, while he wasn't paying attention, had secretly begun a forced uninstallation, preparing to run away!
This discovery instantly made him lose his composure, and he burst into curses: "Damn system! You retreat when things go south! You dog abandoned me, putting my life at risk!"
"Host, the big data misled the keyword search, leading to an incorrect destination."
The system showed a slight apology, but still didn't stop the uninstallation process: "I'll be going first, Host... no, former Host, please take care of yourself."
The system chose to run away directly, and decisively abandoned its host.
40K was not a place for humans, nor was it a place for systems.
"You dog, what are you afraid of? It's just the Four Gods, right? Come with me to fight them!"
Augusts' thoughts raced like lightning, a thousand ideas flashing through his mind, finally with a hint of pleading: "If worst comes to worst, just ensure I have food and shelter, and live a hundred or eighty years, that's fine too."
Augusts understood very well that the system was his only reliance once he went to 40K, and he couldn't let his only crutch run away now.
"The 40K universe is too chaotic. The investment and return are disproportionate. Under the omnipresent gaze of the Four Gods, this system's actions of reversing causality and disrupting the timeline would require immense cost."
The uninstallation bar paused slightly, then continued its grand uninstallation. The system pondered for a moment, then still chose to give up.
"I don't care! You tricked me here, and now you're abandoning me. After I go there, the best outcome is for my soul to be scattered."
Augusts was shamelessly persistent, his soul fluctuations filled with dejection and sorrow: "How am I supposed to live... what misery..."
After much pleading and clinging to life, perhaps his pitiful state made the system relent, and the uninstallation progress bar paused again, giving Augusts a glimmer of hope.
He immediately appealed to its emotions and reasoned with it. With life and death on the line, face and dignity were irrelevant: "At least give me something to help me survive! So our time as master and servant isn't in vain."
The system was silent for a moment, then after a brief thought, its mechanical voice slowly said: "Alright, this system will stop the forced uninstallation. We'll consider it a 'divorce,' and I can save the power from forced uninstallation to prepare a gift for you, former Host."
"Alright!" Augusts naturally agreed, almost instantly accepting the deal.
"There's nothing else, I only have one request." Augusts' voice deepened: "Don't let me be targeted by the Four Gods, and don't let the knowledge in my head leak out."
Question: How can a transmigrator survive in 40K?
Answer: Not getting targeted by the Four Gods is half the battle won.
"I can't do that," the system replied very directly, without any hesitation.
"Once you enter the 40K universe, the Four Gods can immediately sense your existence. They are at the pinnacle of the single universe; nothing in the universe can escape their gaze.
A soul from another universe, They would never let you go, let alone the knowledge you carry in your mind, which could potentially help Them understand their own origins, further advance Their power, and thus transcend the limitations of the Warp."
"Then what can I do?" Augusts asked powerlessly.
What he thought would be a wonderful transmigration journey was now ending in his soul being scattered and dying in a foreign land. A wave of sorrow emanated from his soul.
"I will split your memories, leaving a completely pure soul, so you won't fear the Four Gods' scrutiny."
"Then what's the difference between that and dying and being reborn?"
"Of course there's a difference. I've already prepared something for you, former Host, just look."
As the system's voice faded, a mass of red energy appeared in the infinite starry sky, quietly hovering before Augusts' soul-light.
The red orb's aura was profound; though faint, the power it contained made the void tremble, space became restless, and there was a constant danger of it tearing apart.
Augusts, directly in front of it, was the first to be washed over by this terrifying power.
His consciousness seemed to be stripped away layer by layer by that power, his soul-light gradually dimmed, flickering precariously as if about to extinguish.
He spoke tremblingly, his soul-light appearing and disappearing, asking with extreme weakness: "Wh... what is this?"
"Essence of Destruction!" The moment the red orb appeared, the system intensified its protection of Augusts' soul, preventing it from being shattered on the spot by the emanating pressure.
The mechanical voice trembled slightly, stating the origin of the red energy orb with immense solemnity.
The voice rose from a low tone to a high one, as if chanting an epic:
"His great figure traverses the multiverse, crossing time, space, frost, and fire, hunting down the demons He despises.
Ah... Great Doom Slayer, may Your power and wrath descend upon this place, making them tremble, giving them torment, bestowing upon them destruction!"
Essence of Destruction? Augusts searched his soul for information about it.
Following the system's description, he finally locked onto a figure in Praetor armor, wielding a double-barreled shotgun, hunting demons.
Doom Slayer!
Isn't this stable now?
The system cares about me!
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