Who am I?
As I float through the void, wondering what has happened to me, the darkness suddenly shifts into a swirling marble of colors—reds, blues, greens, purples, and yellows—that seem almost familiar in their chaotic beauty. I'm in the Warp, aren't I?
You possess immense divine power. Choose your primary deity from among the Chaos Gods.
was all I could think at the moment.
I am a die-hard fan of Warhammer 40K, Necromunda, Warhammer: The Old World, Age of Sigmar, and everything Games Workshop has created. But what on earth is going on? That's when I heard a voice in my head that sounded like a blend of genders.
Allow me to explain, my lord.
Without a body, I try to look around as the voice—almost sensing my turmoil—speaks again. Hopefully, it will help me understand.
Please calm down, my lord. I am the system designed to assist you on your path to ruin and to help you rule over the stars.
I am beginning to feel calmer. I have read countless web novels, fan fiction, manga, and more, only to realize that I either died and was robbed, was reincarnated by chance, was chosen by some higher beings for their amusement, or simply had the luck of the draw.
Hearing my thoughts, the system—I'll have to give it a name later—responded to my inner questions and monologue.
A name would be lovely, my Lord. Regarding your questions, you died while saving a friend from falling debris at a construction site. Do not worry; it was instantaneous, and your friend survived.
Searching through my shattered memories, I finally recalled fragments of what happened and why I am destined to become a Chaos God.
Earth Chicago
I remember my friend and me... Why can't I remember my name or his? It must be because of the crushing death or whatever comes next. Returning to the story...
My friend and I were walking to a hobby store to buy the latest release of 40k Space Marines, and for me, Chaos Marines. You see, my brother and I, through our shared memories and time together, grew to see each other as more than best friends—we became like brothers, bonded over Games Workshop tabletops and novels, especially 40k.
I, the always choose Chaos, defending the Chaos Gods and their necessity for mortals and the galaxy of Warhammer 40k. Meanwhile, my brother, ever the good guy, serves the Corpse Emperor as a Loyalist. He is a brutal Salamanders Chapter player who has beaten me a couple of times—heehee.
As we bought our latest models to add to our armies, I remember I couldn't wait to expand my special Slaanesh warband and my Thousand Sons, which were my main Chaos forces. Slightly below them were my Slaanesh Daemons, Death Guard, and Nurgle Daemons. It was supposed to be an awesome weekend of painting and updating our forces before we clashed in the eternal battle between the Ruinous Powers and the Loyal Imperium—when it happened...
Since my car was broken, we decided to walk to and from the store since we both live nearby. Being too excited to paint, my brother and I decided to rush back home using a shortcut, and the rest is history while passing by a construction site. Now that I think about it, with the exception of Kazuma from Konosuba, I believe I'm the first reincarnated character who wasn't embraced by the mighty Truck-sama.
Getting sidetracked while passing the site and talking trash about the other faction is something I'm going to miss—especially when I mentioned Dorn or Sanguinius' deaths, which would piss my brother off and trigger a rant about Chaos nonsense. He would say that Tzeentch must have messed with things for them to die. I tell you, I never got tired of it. I remember doing exactly that once, and the infamous rant began, distracting him from yelling and screaming to move and get out of the way.
Since I heard the construction crew yelling, I looked around and saw a pile of debris shaking above my brother, clearly about to snap and fall. Knowing his rants had distracted him from his surroundings, I did what any brother would do—I risked my life for his.
Running towards my friend, I pushed him out of the way as the debris fell and crushed me to death. What a way to go! I never got to beat my brother in one last game before I left. Heehee.
As I told the system what I remember of my death and my hardcore dedication to Chaos, it all makes sense why I am now to become a Chaos God.
Immediately after the system said that, I panicked as I truly began to understand my situation. I'm a brand new Warp God, younger than the Dark Princess. To me, Slaanesh is female. I know that she/he/it is all genders and crap, but this is my story, so female it is. I had to contend with Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh at the height of their power, while I'm barely getting started... shhhhhhhiiiiiiiittttttt!
Oh, let's not forget Gork and Mork of the Orks, C'tan/Star Gods of the Necrons, and the "I don't want to be worshiped like a god, despite I'm one"—a literal golden throne reference to Stairway to Heaven—Corpse Emperor and his fanatical worshipers!
...I'm fucked...
Sensing my distress again, the system spoke:
Hearing this calmed me down. I thanked the system—no, Aillia—for serving me.
Yes, you are to be known as Aillia, the Whisper in the Warp. My trusted advisor, do you accept this rank and title, my Aillia?
Feeling the Warp bend to my authority and sensing Aillia's change, she no longer spoke as multiple mixed-gendered voices but as one lovely feminine voice.
I believe I nodded, which surprises me, as I still don't have a form to do so... warp fuckery, perhaps.
Once again, hearing Aillia in my... head?
She begins explaining things to me:
It's understandable now why I lack memories of my former name, appearance, and form as I continue to listen to Aillia's explanation.
This all makes sense. In 40k, the Immaterium is the manifestation of the thoughts and emotions of soul-wielding beings, so it makes sense that my will, thoughts, emotions, and imagination will play a crucial role in both controlling and establishing my domain. I am both excited and eager to get started. But to be safe and prepared, I must learn everything that the system has to offer. For now, I remain listening to my lovely Aillia, but soon I shall rise as the greatest Chaos God.