Warhammer 40K: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Kasgar transmigrated to a wasteland world.

Yellow sand and radioactive toxic clouds covered the surface, and human dwellings were reduced to desolate fortress-factories behind iron walls.

He was determined to save it all.

But before that, as the unfavored youngest son of a powerful family on the planet, he was about to enter into a political marriage with a female factory worker.

She was a beautiful girl with white hair and purple eyes.

Aside from being a little taller than others, she was otherwise perfect.

He was very satisfied.

Until he heard her name was Fulgrim.

WHAT!?

Fulgrim?!

He was confused.

He realized something was very wrong.

He let out a cry like a spoiled brat whose toes had been stepped on.

DAMN IT, THIS IS A TRANSMIGRATION TO THE WARHAMMER WORLD!

And a Warhammer world where Slaanesh's influence is like a raging flood!

But still, with a clear head, he was determined to save it all.

In the distant and dark 30th Millennium, aboard the Pride of the Emperor flagship.

The Phoenix Grand Theater.

Fulgrim, the Primarch of the Third Legion, once again removed her power armor gauntlet, proudly displaying the Centaur golden ring on her left hand to the Legionaries:

"...Thirty years. The thirty years I spent with Kasgar on Chemos, perhaps it wasn't long..."