Something's Wrong, I'm a Follower of Slaanesh!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

On the emerald plain, a handsome young man with black hair, black eyes, and fair skin let out a shout. 🎉✌

His name was Ron, a young corporate drone from the twenty-first century.

Last night, he had stayed up late playing a Warhammer game. His heart had suddenly clenched, and he fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, he was here.

"This isn't transmigration. It's a wonderful dream!" Ron was certain.

Because he was surrounded by beautiful women!

The grass around him and the riverbank were filled with girls of every style.

Elegant beauties, lolis, cute beastgirls, long legs in high heels and black stockings—they all hit every one of his preferences.

Even more terrifyingly, he could vaguely recognize quite a few familiar faces from his E drive, along with his 2D/Anime Culture wives!

****?

Tifa?

Kamisato Ayaka?

Sure enough, dreams had everything...

With the attitude of "since I was already here," Ron decided to enjoy this dream properly.

He walked toward the girls, intending to get acquainted with them.

Yet an inexplicable sense of danger made him stop.

"Something feels wrong. It feels like I've forgotten something..."

Ron cautiously surveyed his surroundings.

The breeze brushed against his face. The sweet fragrance of flowers and grass, the solid earth beneath his feet—everything felt so real.

Too real!

Just as Ron hesitated, the sweet fragrance in the air grew ever stronger, seeping into his very bones.

The surging hormones stirred up by that scent overwhelmed his mind, gradually robbing him of his judgment.

It was just a wet dream. What was there to worry about?

What if he dragged this out too long and woke up?

By the time Ron came to his senses, he was already standing before the girls.

Their eyes shimmered as they looked at him expectantly.

"Come on!"

"I'm so uncomfortable..."

"Young master, won't you hold me?"

Their trembling voices were soft and tingling, like Demon Voice whispering in his ears, completely shattering Ron's resistance.

To hell with it!

Ron could no longer suppress the desire in his heart. He let it run wild and sank into corruption.

In an instant, darkness enveloped everything.

His consciousness seemed to fall into an endless Abyss, plunging downward without end...

Where was this place?

Ron's remaining consciousness pondered that question as it gradually moved toward Silence.

Just before Silence claimed him, a beam of light suddenly shone in.

A mysterious, warm power awakened Ron's consciousness, granting him a brief moment of clarity.

"I remember now!"

Ron suddenly opened his eyes and looked at everything around him.

Emerald plains, enticing fragrances, soft female bodies, endless pleasure.

"Fuck, isn't this setting the Palace of Slaanesh?"

That was right—Ron had transmigrated!

Last night, while playing games, he had been bullshitting with his teammates.

He had been spouting nonsense like, "God-Emperor above, Slaanesh below," and "I don't speed up porn. I'm a follower of Slaanesh."

His keyboard clattered as he typed: "If I entered Warhammer, I would definitely devote myself to Slaanesh. Slaanesh for—"

Before he could finish typing, his heart clenched and he lost consciousness, transmigrating into Warhammer 40,000!

Ron was completely numb. A joke was a joke, so why had it actually come true?

The world of Warhammer 40,000 was unimaginably cruel. Ordinary people had almost no way to survive.

Either they were sent to the front lines as cannon fodder and died on battlefields against xenos and Chaos.

Or they gnawed on Corpse Starch and worked themselves to death in Imperium factories.

That was already considered a fortunate death.

At least they had contributed to the Great God-Emperor and received his blessing.

Even more terrifying was being corrupted by the Chaos Gods.

They would twist people into monsters through endless torment.

Unable to live, unable to die!

The tragic part was that Ron had already fallen into the hands of a Dark God.

This place was that god's palace!

That Dark God was called Slaanesh.

Slaanesh was both male and female, an irresistible Dark God who ruled over pleasure!

This was bad. He had really become a follower of Slaanesh!

Ron was in despair. It looked like Slaanesh was going to screw him.

No, he was not even qualified for that.

Those qualified to be screwed by Slaanesh were at least Primarchs or Daemon Princes. At most, he would be screwed by Daemonettes of Slaanesh!

And he happened to be in the place with the most Daemonettes of Slaanesh.

The third circle of the Palace of Slaanesh—the Circle of Lust, a depraved land overflowing with carnal pleasure!

Ron looked at those girls. They were so real, so enchanting.

But he knew perfectly well that they were all Daemonettes of Slaanesh!

Daemonettes of Slaanesh would take on the most alluring forms to tempt Slaanesh's followers.

They would make them sink into extreme pleasure, become twisted, and ultimately be corrupted into monsters!

So this was how it was? Going all out right from the start?

Seriously, what Warhammer fan could withstand a test like this?

Hiss... ha... Don't do this!

Ron tried his best to restrain himself and remain conscious.

He pushed the Daemonettes away, but they quickly surrounded him again.

"Boohoo, am I not beautiful?"

"I'll work hard to make you happy."

"Tonight, you belong to me."

"Get away from me!"

Ron pulled his hand away from "Shiranui," violently shoved aside "Tifa," then knocked over the Succubus that lunged at him.

In that instant, he saw the truth!

Their lovely coos turned into growls and whispers.

The Daemonettes' bodies twisted, their faces became hideous, and their eyes and ears were black hollows.

Their long, pointed tongues licked Ron's body and face, leaving behind sticky, nauseating fluid.

Daemonettes of Slaanesh!

Soon, the Daemonettes returned to their previous appearances, becoming even more enchanting.

They intensified their seduction, using every trick they had!

Who could endure this?

No!

Ron summoned every ounce of his will to resist the erosion of desire.

He did not want to become nourishment for Slaanesh!

But the corruption had already begun. To his despair, he discovered that his hands had twisted into dark claws.

What was he supposed to do?

Who could save him from the hands of the Chaos Gods?

A flash of inspiration struck Ron, and he thought of that great man!

He had many titles: The Emperor, The Immortal Emperor, The Great God-Emperor, Omnissiah, Cold Sun of the Void...

As humanity's faith, the God-Emperor truly existed and possessed godlike power.

Blessings, protection, resurrection, and more—the Legion of the Damned was proof of that.

Ron decided to seek help at the last minute and pray for the God-Emperor's protection.

As a transmigrator, he should receive some special treatment, right?

Besides, he was quite loyal to the God-Emperor... right?

Ron felt somewhat guilty, but no matter what, he was now the God-Emperor's most loyal follower!

No one could stop him!

Ron closed his eyes and prayed loudly, offering his Loyalty to the God-Emperor:

With every shred of my strength,

With every inch of my will,

With every fragment of my soul,

I swear,

My soul and my faith

Belong to the Immortal Emperor,

The shepherd of mankind!

The prayer had no effect. The corruption deepened.

Ron's eyeballs began to loosen, his skin peeled away, and he was about to turn into a monster!

Boundless despair engulfed him!

Yet he did not give up. His prayer grew ever more fervent as he tried to seize his final lifeline!

"Please look upon me with your benevolence. Watch over your servant and warrior, and protect me in this danger!"

The prayer ended, but nothing happened.

By now, Ron did not even have the strength to speak. Desire had taken deep root within him, embedding itself in his consciousness.

He would be completely corrupted into Slaanesh's servant, never to be freed for all eternity.

But he wanted to live!

Even in this unimaginably cruel world.

At the instant he lost consciousness, Ron saw the sun.

That enormous, cold sun floating within The Void!

Praise the sun—praise the God-Emperor!