Qin Yun was twenty-one this year and had just graduated from university.
When he was thirteen, his parents divorced because of relationship problems.
Not long after, they each started new families of their own.
Neither new family welcomed him, so he had lived alone ever since.
After graduating, unable to find a suitable job, he chose food delivery as a temporary measure.
On Valentine's Day, after delivering contraceptives and little toys to a hotel, he planned to call it a day and return to his rental.
At that moment, the delivery app assigned him an order in the suburbs.
Qin Yun had not wanted to take it, but the customer added a forty-five-yuan tip.
The delivery fee of fifty-six yuan and forty cents tempted Qin Yun, who was so poor he wished he could split every penny in half.
He accepted the order, picked up the food from the merchant, and followed the navigation to make the delivery.
After entering a dimly lit tunnel, a blinding flash suddenly erupted ahead of him, and Qin Yun instinctively shut his eyes.
When he opened them again, he was inside a Lunar-class cruiser tearing through the Warp on its way back to realspace.
The moment Qin Yun realized he had transmigrated, it felt as though a hundred thousand alpacas were stampeding through his mind.
This was beyond absurd. Absurdity had opened the door for absurdity, and absurdity had come home to roost!
Family, who understood this? He had delivered food and somehow delivered himself into another world!
So that fifty-six-yuan-and-forty-cent delivery fee had not been for food. It had been for him, a living human being.
Transmigration was not even the most tragic part.
The most tragic part was that, the instant he arrived, he saw dozens of hideous Mutants with glowing green eyes.
They wandered aimlessly through a broad corridor lit by flashing red lights.
Qin Yun's arrival startled them. One after another, they turned to look at him, their gazes chilling to the bone.
"Brothers, I'm just passing through. Carry on with whatever you were doing. Don't mind me."
Clearly, those Mutants did not understand him. Howling, they pounced.
Qin Yun did not even have time to scream before they disemboweled him and tore him to pieces with their teeth.
At the moment of death, only one thought remained in his mind.
"What the hell kind of cursed world is this?! I got dismembered the moment I transmigrated?"
He had thought death would put an end to everything.
But Qin Yun soon discovered that he had been far too optimistic.
His soul was dragged into a blood-red ocean ravaged by storms.
Crimson waves blotted out the sky, surging with terrifying force. Any single wave was tens of thousands of meters high.
Countless souls rose and sank in that ocean, screaming.
Terrifying, bizarre laughter boomed from the depths of the sea.
Qin Yun went completely numb.
He had thought his life had already hit rock bottom. Who could have imagined he could keep falling?
What kind of cursed hell was this?!
Just as Qin Yun lamented his miserable life, a golden figure appeared and fished him out of the blood-red ocean.
"Are you here to save me?" Qin Yun asked hopefully.
The figure's voice was filled with majesty. "No. I am here to send you back to continue fulfilling your duty."
"No, brother, those monsters already tore me into pieces, and you still want to send me back? Could you not be so vicious?"
The other party ignored Qin Yun's complaint.
The next second, golden light appeared from nowhere, enveloping Qin Yun and swallowing his soul.
When he woke up again, he found himself lying before a Shrine.
The body that had once been ripped open and gutted had been fully restored, without the slightest trace of injury.
"Who am I?"
"Where am I?"
"What happened?"
Qin Yun was utterly bewildered and could not make sense of the situation.
After recovering some strength, he climbed to his feet and examined his surroundings.
Everything that entered his sight made his Scalp tingle!!
For a moment, he suspected he had wandered onto the set of some horror movie.
Several polished human skulls rested on the altar before the Shrine.
Shriveled, grotesque human heads were connected by metal cables, soaked in green liquid, and linked to those complex mechanical devices.
Along the walls stood recessed apparatuses where horribly mutilated and modified human bodies had been bound or pierced through by cables.
Just looking at them made his Scalp tingle.
This was absolutely a horror movie set.
Suppressing his fear, Qin Yun continued inspecting the area.
He saw a hanging Double-Headed Eagle banner on the wall.
At the doorway and on the machinery were emblems of skulls embedded in gears.
There was also a large window on one wall.
Through it, he could see the Stellaris outside, meteorites, and the boundless Void.
Qin Yun also realized that he was inside a gigantic metal warship.
Along its sides were golden Double-Headed Eagle reliefs and enormous broadside cannons.
Qin Yun also saw cracks in the Void that emitted strange halos.
Those cracks stretched across the entire starry sky, dividing the Stellaris apart.
One of those rifts was especially shocking, splitting the entire galaxy in two.
These sights gave Qin Yun a dreadful suspicion.
It seemed that he had transmigrated to a terrifying place.
A forbidden zone for transmigrators on par with Cthulhu and the Foundation—the universe of Warhammer 40k.
And it was the darkest, most hopeless Era Indomitus of the Imperium of Man.
The Despoiler—Abaddon—had launched the Thirteenth Black Crusade, destroyed Cadia Fortress, expanded the Eye of Terror, and torn apart the galaxy.
The Warp forces held the upper hand, and the Imperium of Man stood on the brink of destruction.
That red ocean he had seen after death was probably the chaotic, lawless Warp.
And that golden figure, Qin Yun guessed, had been the Emperor.
"How did I transmigrate to this cursed place?! Was it because I played Space Marine 2?!"
"But weren't those game terms just for fun?!"
"They said it was only a game. How could the old Emperor take it seriously?!"
Once Qin Yun understood where he was, he was so depressed he wanted to vomit blood.
He performed an Aquila Salute before the Shrine and offered a prayer to the Emperor.
"Brother, stop messing with me. I can't stay in this cursed place!!"
Perhaps it was a transmigrator's privilege.
The moment his prayer ended, Qin Yun received a response.
A round opening radiating golden light appeared out of nowhere above the Shrine.
A childlike Cherub flew out from it,
and explained the entire situation to Qin Yun in a mechanical voice.
Qin Yun could not return home.
For certain special reasons, he had been chosen by the Emperor and made into a Living Saint.
Now, his duty was to trick Earth's players into coming to this universe to work for the Emperor.
The current Imperium had lost its vitality and become a bloated corpse on the verge of decay.
It needed fresh blood injected into it before it could regain its vigor.
And humans from the early third millennium were the group with the greatest curiosity and strongest ability to accept new things.
As for the warship Qin Yun had transmigrated onto, it was named Imperial Glory.
It belonged to the Solar Fleet under the Imperial Navy.
It had been ordered to support Cadia and stop The Despoiler's Thirteenth Black Crusade.
Cadia had fallen, and the Eye of Terror had expanded.
Realizing they had failed, the Imperial forces withdrew from the battlefield of Cadia.
Imperial Glory had also been ordered to retreat and return to Segmentum Solar.
An accident occurred while the ship traveled through the Warp, damaging its Geller Field.
The crew faced the Warp directly and were corrupted by the power of Chaos.
All of them became Mutant monsters who had lost their minds and knew only slaughter and feeding.
The Strategic Command was the only place on the ship that had not been corrupted by Chaos and contained no monsters.
After Qin Yun was killed by those Mutants, he revived in the Strategic Command.
"Well, damn. Is the old Emperor planning to mass-produce E-demons or something??"
Qin Yun widened his eyes and muttered to himself.
No matter how one looked at it, players seemed like higher-tier Warp demons.
After explaining everything, the Cherub gave Qin Yun a task.
Task: Summon Companions.
Alone, you will have no way to deal with so many enemies. You need enough companions.
Convince more than five players to reserve a place in the game.
Reward: 500 Faith Points, basic combat equipment.
After asking about it, Qin Yun learned from the Cherub what Faith Points were used for.
Faith Points could be used at the Shrine to learn special skills.
They could be exchanged for Gene-Seed or mechanical implants to become an Astartes or a Magos.
They could be used to exchange for or draw bound weapons and equipment, and to speed up resurrection.
Faith Points could also be consumed to temporarily obtain a portion of the Emperor's power.
Simply put, Faith Points were the players' currency, allowing them to exchange all kinds of good things from the Emperor.
After issuing the task, the Cherub departed, leaving Qin Yun alone.
Whether it was a manifestation of the Emperor's great power or a special ability of his own,
Qin Yun discovered that the Cogitator System could connect to Earth's internet when he used the Strategic Command console.
Using the internet, Qin Yun tricked a group of Warhammer enthusiasts into forming the Warhammer Toilers Group, leading to the scene at the beginning.
Bang!
The sound of the blast door being struck rang out again, tightening Qin Yun's heart.
He gripped his gun with both hands, slowly walked over, and pressed his ear against the door.
The blast door was made from thick plastic steel, but he could faintly hear many footsteps and shouts outside.
Those monsters were wandering just beyond the door.
Clearly, they knew he was in here.
At that moment, the light screen appeared again.
Task 1: Login devices for the fifteen players who reserved the game have been deployed. Get as many players as possible to log into this universe.
Reward: For every new player who logs in, gain 200 Faith Points and a small amount of experience.
Task 2: Clear the enemies aboard Imperial Glory.
Imperial Glory is a precious asset of the Imperium. Under no circumstances may it fall into the hands of Chaos's lackeys.
Kill the monsters transformed from the crew and seize control of the warship.
Reward: Defeating one enemy grants 20 Faith Points and a small amount of experience.
After reclaiming Imperial Glory, obtain one epic-grade piece of equipment and a large amount of experience.
"One player logging in gives me 200 Faith Points!"
Qin Yun's eyes went wide.
At this stage, Faith Points were what mattered most to him.
They were the key to improving his strength.
He had five hundred Faith Points on hand. If ten players logged in, he could earn two thousand Faith Points.
He could use those Faith Points to improve the two skills of firearm shooting and Melee Combat.
That would increase his chances of survival.
Combined with the automatic pistol in his hand,
dealing with the Mutants outside should not be much of a problem.
At that moment, Qin Yun's stomach growled.
"I'm already a Living Saint, so why do I still have to eat?!"
Qin Yun rubbed his stomach and sighed softly.
After glancing at the blast door, he walked toward a cabinet against the wall.
When he opened it, he found several energy bars and purified water inside.
He tore open a wrapper and stuffed one into his mouth, immediately making a pained expression.
The nutrition bar tasted like starch mixed with lard—greasy, sticky, and hard to swallow.
If not for the purified water cutting through the greasiness, he would not have been able to eat any of it.
Bang!
A series of impacts came from outside.
The force was so great that even the blast door trembled slightly.
"Log in already. If I stay alone any longer, I'm going to lose my mind..."
Qin Yun muttered to himself as he ate a nutrition bar.
PS: The Emperor was the protagonist's cheat, and the protagonist was also the Emperor's cheat.
That would be explained slowly later. Get on board first.
Daily loyalty—let's make a Krieg reference.
PS: Let's add a Cherub too, see if it's creepy or not.
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