Tzeentchian Behavior

Lu Sheng recalled the fragmented knowledge mentioned in those fan-made videos, "In other words, the Emperor is still out there roaming, Horus is still reliable, and the Horus Heresy is nowhere in sight... I have 30 years to develop!"

30 years!

In a universe like Warhammer where time is measured in millennia, 30 years is as short as a single deep breath.

But for Lu Sheng, who possesses a system, players, and the ability to snowball, 30 years of growth is enough to elevate his strength to a respectable level.

By the time that turbulent civil war arrives, perhaps he will be able to sneakily carve out a piece of the pie for himself.

"System, confirm the launch plan."

Lu Sheng issued the command, "Target: Aurelian IV."

"Initial player count: 5,000."

"Design game characters for them that fit the local aesthetic; don't make them too outrageous, at least make them look like humans."

[Command confirmed. Initiating establishment of Warp-to-Realspace stable conduit...]

[Conduit established. Coordinates locked: Aurelian IV, Northern Hemisphere, northern wilderness area surrounding Arlu City.]

[Initiating generation of player consciousness reception anchors... Utilizing local biological template: Standard Human (mildly genetically modified variant).]

[Applying basic enhancements: Bone density +15%, muscle efficiency +20%, trauma recovery speed +30%. Camouflage protocol: Implanting false memories (local drifter/adventurer identity cognition).]

[Anchors generated. Initiating recruitment signal transmission to the low-dimensional universe...]

[Signal sent. First batch of players expected to respond and connect within 1 to 3 standard days.]

Lu Sheng felt the process of energy being consumed, his heart filled with both nervousness and excitement.

He was nervous because if the system were a fake, he might be jumping into a pit Tzeentch had been digging for a hundred thousand years.

He was excited because if the system were real... then he, a newborn Chaos God, might truly carve out a uniquely styled path in this universe that devours people without spitting out the bones.

"Alright, now it's time to name my game."

Lu Sheng pondered, "It needs to be cool, attractive, and not too blatantly reveal its true nature..."

He thought for a few seconds.

Then, he revealed a rather wicked, Tzeentchian smile.

Lu Sheng looked at the system interface, where the data of flowing energy outlined complex spectra within his consciousness.

The videos he had watched and the posts he had read before transmigrating suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Those armchair Warhammer fans would always laugh and say:

"I don't understand the Warhammer 40k lore, but I wish you a transmigration into the Warhammer world!"

"Ask them and they're all loyalists; tell them to go and none of them will."

At the time, he only thought it was a joke.

Now... well, they were right.

But since he had already transmigrated and become a Chaos God, Lu Sheng felt it necessary to provide a little bit of help to his fellow countrymen who would follow.

"Otherwise, what if they really don't come?"

"Then I'll be the one going hungry."

"I must make them loyal."

First and foremost, he absolutely could not use any names related to "Warhammer," "Chaos God," "Emperor," or "Chaos."

"It must be disguised."

The surface of Lu Sheng's energy form rippled with cunning. "If the players knew this was the Warhammer universe, half of them would probably delete their accounts and run away on the spot, while the other half would start plotting how to defect to Chaos or become a dog for the Emperor."

What he needed was a name that sounded completely harmless.

A name that would let the players lower their guard, enter happily, and then...

"Then work for me, produce emotional energy for me, and still think this game is really interesting."

Lu Sheng let out a low laugh that echoed through the Warp.

Fortunately, his cackle was quickly absorbed and converted by the system, leaving not a trace behind, otherwise Tzeentch might have descended.

He browsed the naming suggestion module provided by the system, and suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.

"In those videos, mechs, star seas, and deep space exploration are always popular themes."

Lu Sheng recalled, "Men remain boys until they die; who wouldn't want to pilot a giant mech and gallop across the stars?"

Although in this universe, mechs might be called Knight suits or Titans, interstellar travel might be accompanied by Warp storms and demonic whispers, and deep space exploration would likely result in encounters with Orks, Tyranids, or Necrons...

But that didn't matter.

He just needed to package it well.

"System, set the game title to..."

Lu Sheng weighed his words, and strange, calculating patterns of light emerged on the surface of his energy form.

Era 40k: Mecha.

"As for the subtitle..."

He pondered for a moment. "Let's go with: The Sea of Stars, Yours to Conquer."

[Name recorded.]

<Era 40k: Mecha: The Sea of Stars, Yours to Conquer.>

"Not enough."

Lu Sheng shook his head, energy ripples undulating around him. "It needs an opening CG."

"It has to be flashy, blood-pumping, and look like a groundbreaking sci-fi mecha game."

He manipulated the system functions, beginning to construct a completely fictional game background story:

In the distant future, human civilization has spread throughout the galaxy.

People pilot giant combat machines known as Mecha to expand the frontier, establish colonies, and struggle against unknown cosmic threats.

Players will take on the role of a Mecha pilot, starting from scratch to build their own base, recruit companions, and explore the vast sea of stars...

"Yes, write it just like that."

Lu Sheng was very satisfied. As for what those unknown cosmic threats specifically were... the players would fill in the blanks themselves.

They could be alien bugs or rogue AIs; in any case, they definitely wouldn't be Nurgle-lings, Tzeentchian daemons, or Ork Boyz.

He specifically instructed the system: "Do not include any iconic symbols like double-headed eagles, Imperial script, or the Chaos eight-pointed star in the CG."

"The Mecha designs must follow a cool, sci-fi aesthetic. No Gothic decorations, skulls, or religious elements."

"The scenes should be bright, clean, and high-tech. Don't make it look like a hive city sewer."

[Command confirmed. Generating opening CG...]

Lu Sheng watched the images constructed by the system:

Against the backdrop of a vast sea of stars, a streamlined starship slowly glided across the frame.

The hull was imprinted with elegant geometric patterns rather than the Imperial Aquila.

The camera zoomed in, entering the starship's hangar.

Rows of diverse Mecha were lined up neatly; some were slender and agile, resembling high-speed reconnaissance types; others were as heavy as mountains, equipped with exaggerated firepower systems; still others had engineering arms extending from their backs, clearly intended for industrial use.

Then came a rapid montage: Mecha sprinting across ice fields, engaging in fierce battles against unknown creatures in deserts, performing maintenance operations on orbital space stations, and establishing outposts on unknown planets...

The background music was a stirring mix of symphonic orchestra and electronic sound effects, filled with a sense of hope and exploration.

A steady, powerful male voice narrated: "Humanity's footsteps have never ceased."

"Now, it is your turn, pilot."

"Your Mecha is waiting, and the sea of stars is calling."

The final frame froze: a red-and-white Mecha stood on a mountain peak with a star slowly rising behind it. The Mecha raised its arm, pointing toward the boundless starry sky.

The screen faded out, and the game logo appeared: Era 40k: Mecha.

"Perfect."

Lu Sheng exclaimed in admiration. "With a CG like this, who would dare say this is a Warhammer setting?"

"This is clearly a standard sci-fi mecha masterpiece!"

He could even imagine the players' reactions:

"Holy crap, the quality of this CG!"

"Mecha! It's Mecha!"

"Finally, a game that isn't Xianxia or fantasy!"

"The sea of stars! A man's romance!"

Then they would excitedly create their characters, enter the game, and begin their exploration...

Only to discover that the NPCs in this sci-fi game were all muttering about the Emperor's protection, that there were Mechanicus priests in red robes repairing equipment on the streets, that warships with massive rams occasionally streaked across the sky, and that the alien monsters in the wild looked suspiciously like green-skinned Orks...

"Hurry up and come."

Lu Sheng gazed at the countdown. "I'm really so hungry..."