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This is a Warhammer 40,000 fan-made story. While some timeline elements have been slightly adjusted for narrative purposes, the tone and spirit remain unmistakably Warhammer. Expect references to memes, historical events, and chaos-fueled absurdity woven into the drama of this universe. Li Feng, an ordinary college student studying in the US, thought he was just driving home with his quiet, gentle girlfriend Empress. But in the blink of an eye, a roaring warp vortex tore open before them and dragged Li Feng across reality itself, hurling him straight into the grim darkness of the forty-first millennium. And then came the real shock. His girlfriend was never human to begin with. She was a fragment of the Emperor’s soul, wandering the mortal world in disguise! ……… Stranded on a barren, war-torn planet with nothing but panic in his lungs, Li Feng found himself surrounded by a mob of bloodthirsty orks. Just when he was certain he was about to become green-skinned minced meat, a glowing panel materialized in front of him. A system? In the Warhammer universe? Maybe... just maybe... things were about to get interesting. -------------------------------- 70 advanced chapters are now available on Patreon!

"On the night of my wedding, I was betrayed and murdered. When I opened my eyes again... I was back at the beginning." The launch of Alternate World changed humanity forever. What began as the world's greatest VR game soon became something much more. Players awakened real abilities, fortunes were made overnight, and society itself revolved around the game. In this new era, strength inside the game meant power in the real world. Manato Tsukasa knew that better than anyone. On the night he was supposed to marry the woman he loved, he was hunted down and killed by enemies he never saw coming. But instead of dying, he wakes up years in the past—before everything began. Armed with the knowledge of the future, Manato is determined to change his fate. He'll seize every hidden opportunity, grow stronger than anyone before him, uncover the truth behind the people who betrayed him, and make them pay for everything they took. But as he rewrites history, Manato discovers that Alternate World isn't just a game. It hides a secret that could reshape reality itself. And this time... He refuses to become someone else's victim.elf.

Got slammed into oblivion by Truck-kun? Needs a system for your reincarnation? Want to become overpowered and obtain your own harem of sexy waifus? Well say no more, for at the Bureau of Reincarnation, we can make your wildest dreams come true! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Down on his luck, Fujimaru Natsuki was traversing the road home, all alone, when all of a sudden, rammed into oblivion by Papa MAN TGL, Natsuki was yeeted into reincarnation (courtesy of a certain illegal driver who shall not be named)... Or should have been... Torn apart from his rightful next life as an overpowered hero with a waifu harem of 300 sexy ladies, he joins a somewhat shady company to live (and pay his debts) at. Traversing myriad worlds, he joins a cavalcade of weirdos to transport the souls of the damned into the Bureau, along with possibly finding a new girlfriend... Yet ancient shadows begin to stir at his arrival, forcing him to take the centre stage of a conflict that had been raging for millennia, thought to have ceased after the Great War of the End. Now he must gain enough power to protect what he truly loves, lest he damns himself and others into the darkness of eternal damnation...

Lucas transmigrates to a parallel world and is thrilled to discover that many of the classic, brilliant games from his past life don’t exist here. Eager to make his mark, he’s also burdened with an "Emotion Collection System"—where players’ emotions like joy, sorrow, excitement, fear, and anger from his games make him stronger. But why is it so much easier to harvest resentment than happiness? Staring at his point earnings, Lucas is utterly baffled. And so, his career as a game designer takes a… creative turn. In Undertale, players slam their desks and scream: "I’m the one being played by this game!" In Outlast, players shriek: "The locker moved! I quit—NOPE!" In Dark Souls, players cheerfully boot up the game, only to beg: "Leave the Fire Keeper and GET OUT! Take your damn flame with you—we refuse to link it!" In Call of Duty, Soap, Roach, and Ghost meet tragic ends; in Final Fantasy VII, Zack falls in battle and Aerith meets her fate; in Red Dead Redemption, Arthur and John are betrayed… Players collectively rage: "DAMN YOU, LUCAS, YOU SADISTIC OLD FOX! CAN’T YOU BE KINDA TO YOUR PROTAGONISTS?!" When asked by a reporter how he feels about players’ fury, LUCAS smiles faintly: "This isn’t hatred—it’s the world’s players urging me forward! This is LOVE! Thank you all; I’ll keep up the good work!"

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor

In the grim darkness of the far future, the galaxy is a theater of unending slaughter, yet it lacked the chittering, manic chorus of the "Yes-Yes!" To rectify this void, Lucius descends upon the stars as the Great Horned Rat, robed in tattered grey and brimming with malevolent divinity. Leading his verminous swarms, he plunges into the brutal cesspit of the 41st Millennium to carve out a domain of ruin. With the arrival of the Skaven, the balance of power shifts toward total anarchy. The Great Devourer meets its match in a rival swarm whose hunger is just as insatiable, while the Imperium of Man learns the true meaning of "unending numbers" as tide after tide of rat-kin drowns their worlds. Even the Necrons stare in cold calculation at a foe that wields green-glowing warpstone weaponry with a reckless abandon that mirrors their own. To the Orks, Lucius issues a challenge across time and reality: "Greenskins, we have slaughtered your kind from the World-That-Was to the Age of Sigmar and now into the 41st Millennium. If you have the stomach for it, come and face the swarms once more!" Experience a tale of skittering madness and galactic conquest as the Under-Empire rises to consume the stars. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor

After traveling to the 30th millennium, Caelan thought he would just idle his days away. Little did he expect the Emperor to ask him for parenting advice. "Neoth, they are your sons! How can you, as their father, shirk your responsibilities and leave all the children for me to raise? What kind of father are you?" "Horus, you are the First-Found, the Emperor's favorite son. Why are you coming to me? Stay away from me!" "Perturabo, what are you doing? Put me down! I want to stay with Sanguinius!" "Russ, stop Angron! He's trying to read my mind! What? You say you also want to know who my favorite child is?" "I've told you, I'm not your dad!" ........ [email protected]/DaoistJinzu

Previously The Omniasian Avatar, Magospunk Cogrunner, The Omnissiah Directive and Cog-Genesis Angel-Hunter. The Universe changed so the title changed. Magos Osiris, a human from our world finds himself into Cyberpunk after spending his time in the W32k Universe Raw 战锤：机油佬穿越纪

It’s the age of superhumans! Genetic modifications, Cybernetic enhancements, magic enchantments- the choice is yours! For the right price, you can rise above the masses and gain power only ever seen in myths! For the right price! No matter how far humanity advances, power will always fall in the hands of the wealthy few. It was a truth Dante learned at a very young age and with it came a burning hatred for those who use power to oppress and dominate. The flames grew stronger once he found himself faced with the cruelty of those who rule from above. Left all alone in the world, robbed of everyone he cherished, Dante swore revenge on those who hurt him, but true power couldn’t be fought with hatred alone. In his search for a weapon that could help him take his revenge, Dante crosses paths with a certain Artifact, his fate taking a turn he could never have anticipated. =================================== This is not a Fan Fic. Check out my other works: Valkyrie Smash. Support the book on Patreon.com/Nomanalive

[Warning: Mature Content R-18, Futanari, Smut, Yuri] "To rule the world, he wanted to be a King. Fate decided he would be a Queen." "Keep your stance wide, grip the sword tight," Alex muttered to himself, trying to focus on the training dummy. As a fellow traveler from Earth, he dreamed of a powerful system, strength, domination, and standing at the top. But as a drop of sweat rolled down his chest, it didn't hit a flat, hard muscle. Instead, it slid down the valley between two soft, highly sensitive mounds of flesh that definitely hadn't been there a month ago. A thunderstorm in the Green Leaf Mountains changed everything. “Look at you,” a dark, purring voice echoed inside his mind, sending a deep shiver straight down to his toes. It was the Silver Serpent Empress, the ancient ghost who wants to occupy his body, but is now trapped inside his head. “Trying so hard to play the tough man’s act?” “We both know your little toy down there is shrinking, and your new body is just begging to be touched and used.” A cold, phantom hand traced the newly carved dip of Alex’s waist, sliding upward under his shirt to pinch a highly sensitive peak on his chest. Alex gasped, his back arching off the mattress as an intense, melting heat flooded his system. “Such a responsive body,” the Silver Serpent Empress purred, her ghostly body wrapping tightly around him. "Stop fighting it, my little vessel." “Let’s see how long you can hold it in,” she loves to push him into dirty, desperate situations. Alex trembled, clutching his chest where his nipples were throbbing painfully against his shirt. "I am a man! I won't be your toy!" As his mutation deepens, she will force him into intense, sweaty Yuri encounters. He finds himself pinned beneath powerful females, his girly body subjected to deep oral worship. He will be forced to endure endless milking to drain what little of his male pride remains, riding out mind-shattering orgasms that slowly rewrite his brain into a needy, desperate girl. Locked in a battle for his own body, Alex watches in horror as his rough male skin was peeling away, leaving him soft and ultra-sensitive. His waist was shrinking, his hips were widening, and worst of all, his body was constantly leaking a sweet, heavy scent. But the Empress made one fatal mistake: she gave him a weapon, the potent pheromone, and it drove every woman who breathed it into a blind, sloppy frenzy of lust. Alex refuses to just be her broken pet. If the Empress wants to turn him into a demonic enchantress, he will play the part to survive. Instead of hiding in fear, he starts to adapt. Alex must navigate a world where he is no longer the hunter but turning into the ultimate prize. Will the Empress successfully break his mind and turn him into a submissive toy, or will Alex master his new female body and use his irresistible allure to conquer the world? *Slow-Burn TF: A detailed transformation from a lean boy to a voluptuous, devastatingly sexy beauty. *Genre: Gender Bender (Male to Female), High Fantasy, Adult, System, Harem, Incest (Cousins), R-18, Mature, Yuri (After Transformation), Domination/Submission. Discord: https://discord.gg/4mA9SXtGh If you can't wait to find out what happens next, you don't have to! You can read up to 20 Chapters ahead and (R-18) Character Arts ahead right now on my Patreon. Patreon/Mountain Dusk Walker — Gender Change Web-Novels Thank you so much for reading and supporting my work!

Kytheron, a social animal in his previous life, was reborn as a dragon. His system awakened the moment he was born, and his initial treasure chest even revealed an ancient Kryptonian bloodline. When Kytheron discovered that he was in the Marvel Universe, a gigantic dragon began appearing in every major event centered around Earth. As he continued to open treasure chests: Energy absorption, super crystal, divine power seed, hellfire, multiverse transmission, power of origin, heart of the universe... Kytheron was rewarded one after another, growing at an astonishing speed and crushing all the powerful figures of the Marvel Universe along the way. Ragnarok? I will kill Surtur first, then capture Hela and make her my maid. Odin, you can rest in peace. Thanos wants to slaughter half of all life in the universe with the Infinity Gauntlet and six gems? Take my Black Dragon’s Roar first. God-Slayer Gorr, you want to kill all the gods in the universe? I slapped you away with a single claw. The God of Symbiotes, Knull, has resurrected and seeks to plunge the universe into darkness, even destroying his own nest. … -------------------------------- 40 advanced chapters are now available on Patreon!

when a spaceship fell on earth what are the consequences......

Bad news: You’ve just been conscripted by the Emperor. Good news: You’re now in charge of recruiting the Cursed High Lords, and your chess pieces can be brought to life. You can even possess and personally command them. Bad news: You only have 500 points, and can summon nothing beyond basic units. Good news: By leveling up, you can earn more points, gain greater authority, and eventually claim your own colony as a newly appointed Planetary Governor. Bad news: A Necron tomb lies right beneath your seat of power. Good news: Even more Cursed High Lords are waiting for your call to arms. So gather your allies, prepare for the unexpected, and plunge into a chaotic yet thrilling Warhammer 40,000 adventure where every move could change the fate of your world. -------------------------------- 70 advanced chapters are now available on Patreon!

"25 liters of water, 20 kilograms of oxygen, 4 kilograms of ammonia, 1.5 kilograms of lime, 800 grams of phosphorus... Well, plus 1 high-power energy core, 1 Qigong secret book..." "This should be reasonable, right?" Looking at the mess on the ground, Luca was a little nervous and silently said "synthesis" in his heart. A bright golden light flashed, and a beautiful blond woman walked out of the light slowly and saluted Luca respectfully. "Doctor, Android 18 reports to you!" ...... [Anesthetic Watch], [Hextech Gunblade], [Artificial Devil Fruit], [Gundam Exia]...... I don't know when it started, Luca found that his so-called "inventions" seemed to be getting more and more outrageous. Until... "Broken jade?? What if the phone booth??" "Is this really reasonable?!" ...

Being a bottom feeder in society is an unpleasant experience. That's how Kiro felt after being left for dead in a back alley. Abandoned and disappointed by the 'work hard' ethic his parents left for him. 'At least the heavens are weeping for me.' As the light from his eyes faded, he declared as the last act of defiance. He awoke in a room he hadn't seen in ten years. Whether it was due to sheer luck or divine intervention, he was grateful. 'Through the VR game, Asgard, I'll become filthy rich in this life time.' Kiro was blissfully unaware that his return was a cry for something greater, for the underlying threats that hovered over his world.

The Immortal stroked the top of my head, and as my hair was tied up, I was bestowed with eternal life. IBM z15, 190 CPUs, 40T of memory, 12.2 billion transistors Arriving in the Cultivation World with a portable data center space, a tale of cultivation aided by the IBM z15. All for the sake of immortality!

Han Feng transmigrates into a post-apocalyptic High Martial World, becoming a mechanic's apprentice with mediocre talent. Fortunately, the [Sword Immortal Cultivation Assistant] system activates. But the condition is actually [Entry Level Sword Control Technique]? No money to buy a Flying Sword? No problem! A scrapped "Initial Training-3" propeller plane will be my novice Flying Sword! [Ding! Detected that the host is performing Sword Flight. "Sword Control Technique" Skill Proficiency +1!] From then on, Han Feng embarks on an absurd path of Cultivation Immortality. While others practice Sword Control, he's at ten thousand meters altitude, farming Cultivation in a fighter jet! While others practice Sword Techniques, he turns machine cannon firing into [Sword Qi Release]! While others refine Dharma Treasures, he has already refined a fighter jet into his Life-Bound Spirit Treasure! You think that's his limit? No!! A scrapped propeller plane is his [Mortal Grade Flying Sword] for stepping onto the path of immortality! A raging mass of fire is restructured by him using fluid dynamics, transforming into the [Flame Flying Dragon Sword]! He can even forcefully link with an enemy's Demon Beast mount, turning it into a temporary [Living Flying Sword]!

Ledea Mace is fifteen years old, a salvager working the asteroid belts at the edge of nowhere. Her partner is her younger sister Shutia — except Shutia is twenty-four, handles the guns, and has never once taken her eyes off her big sister for long. When a crew of raiders shows up to take their haul by force, the two of them improvise their way out of it the only way they know how: together. The aftermath is tea, a too-warm couch, and Shutia saying things that sound almost like a joke. Almost.