Striking It Rich
Within the ruins of the Hive City, tall warriors clad in bone-white armor stood guard, fulfilling their duties as Space Marine even though there was no sign of life on this dead star.
After all, compared to the Xenos that appeared out of nowhere, the little red-robed figures wandering aimlessly in the ruins were more dangerous. No one could say for sure whether these clumsy Mechanicus would trigger some ancient artifacts, especially with Atlas, who was equally clumsy, present.
But none of this concerned the two Primarch; Mordred was with Horus, browsing through the diaries in front of the Cogitator Array.
While most respectable people don't keep diaries, and even if they do, they wouldn't write down their innermost thoughts, this Planetary Governor named Roland is clearly an exception.
"Brother, why is this Planetary Governor writing his diary in the first person? Don't you think it's weird? And why are you wearing this outfit?"
"You don't know this," Mordred said, his eyes gleaming, a lollipop dangling from his mouth and a bat-shaped headpiece on his head.
His eyes sharpened instantly, and he spoke in a voice like someone with terminal throat cancer:
"People who usually keep diaries have little secrets. The diary is another confidant for them, just like how you like anime characters. It makes perfect sense. As for why I'm dressed like this, it's because it fits the atmosphere."
Robin, please call me Batman!
Horus nodded to himself. He realized that Mordred was acting strangely again. He must not provoke him at this time; he had to go along with him, or he would definitely start to go crazy.
"As expected of Batman, you have a keen eye. What's next?"
The Cogitator, silent for a thousand years, gradually awakens, and the ancient message begins to appear on the screen:
[Day 1 after time travel: Yay! I knew good people get good rewards.]
Although I was brought into this world by a stroke of luck, I was born with talents that must be put to use. I'm just a mere feudal savage; it's time to give these slave owners some 21st-century scientific shock.
That driver was a real bastard; he was hauling steel coils!
The two exchanged a glance, both focusing on the keyword "21st century," before continuing to look.
On the 82nd day after the transmigration, everything was going smoothly. With my efforts, the serfs' rebellious spirit was stirred up. But unexpectedly, magic existed in this world.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. I already have a flying skull, so a little magic is perfectly reasonable. Being a witch is quite a treat! Such a beautiful woman is going to be burned alive! I won't stand for it!
[In the second year after my transmigration, my conclusion was correct; this world is indeed different. It seems to have experienced a technological leap, with artificial satellites still in the sky. Fortunately, with the witch's help, the resistance has acquired gunpowder weapons, and it's time to begin vying for control of the Central Plains.]
[The third year after my transmigration. Damn it, why are these so-called knights completely different from what I imagined? They even have Gundams! No wonder the serfs didn't dare to rebel. This is outrageous!]
[Four years after my transmigration, this is a massacre. The resistance is no match for those humanoid Gundams; many are dead or wounded, even my wives are dead. I must avenge them!]
In the fifth year after my transmigration, following the guidance of the immortal in my dream, I finally escaped that prison. It's time for them to pay the price.
The God of Life me an indestructible body, the God of Wisdom me unparalleled intelligence, God of Courage me boundless strength! Hahaha, today I will single-handedly shatter the Kiya of the entire world!
Seeing this, Mordred already sensed something was wrong, but this tough guy was still going strong:
[In the 24th year after my transmigration, I finally unified the entire world. Everyone lived in peace and prosperity. The Three God Cult became the unified faith in Quel'Thalas. The research department also discovered a well-preserved spaceship in the ruins. It's time to set off for the stars.]
Interestingly, I didn't arrive in another world, but in the future. The calendar is a bit strange though; it's the 27th millennium. I really don't know how people in the future calculate dates. Isn't that inconvenient?
[In the 26th year after our transmigration, we were not alone. There were still humankinds in the galaxy. The Colchis Federation accepted us, and they even worshipped one more god than we did, a Goddess of Love.]
Fortunately, they were all orphans of humanity, Quel'Thalas quickly integrated into the Federation. Unfortunately, the Warp storm prevented them from contacting the Human Federation.
[100 years after my transmigration, a century has passed in the blink of an eye. Under my rule, Quel'Thalas has become the most prosperous world in the Federation. Even the Planetary Governor in the other three worlds have elected me as the leader of the Federation.]
I've fulfilled the promise the deity who sent me here made; it's time to enjoy myself. Wait, I remember there were only four deities.
[Plague, slaughter, sacrifice, and horrific Demons crawling out from beneath skin—I remember now, I finally understand what my mission is: it was all a lie.]
If we can't correct all this, then let the Federation Burning Fiercely!
[130 years after the time travel, later reader, by the time you see this sentence I will already be dead, but I am not a coward, I have corrected the mistakes I made.]
Everyone thought I was crazy, but I knew I was right. In three minutes, 123,472 nuclear bombs distributed throughout the Federation world would detonate.
This is my last ripple. Maybe no one will catch this joke, but who cares? I've lived enough. Come on, you damned Demons!
As the last message ended, Mordred and Horus exchanged another glance, both understanding the reason for the outbreak of the civil war.
"Mordred, this should be a parasitic Xenos with mind control capabilities. If the records are accurate, this Roland is very likely a human from the Old Terra Era who wandered here via the Warp, and this 'Great Transport' should be a prototype Warp Engine."
Listening to Horus's detailed analysis, everyone nodded in agreement. Only Mordred knew that the so-called Warp prototype was not what it seemed at all, but rather a hundred-ton behemoth.
There weren't even any Xenos, just an unlucky guy who was stuffed into a cream puff by Chaos God. And this unlucky guy actually managed to kill him with a move called "Heaven and Earth Together," so he didn't embarrass his fellow countrymen.
History suddenly took a strange turn, but fortunately, Master Mordred never suffered from mental exhaustion. The Cogitator Array contained star maps of other worlds, and the world called Colchis was among them.
The thought of possibly encountering that charlatan and incompetent guy made Mordred's liver ache. He should have brought a few Titan. But what worried him even more was another problem.
Horus, I want to kill someone!