But Trazyn's words still raised some questions. World of Warcraft and the Terminator franchise had both appeared, yet he alone had never mentioned GW or its ever-retconned collection of stories.
Lin Fan decided to ask Trazyn. "When you were visiting ancient Terra, did you find a company called GW? They wrote quite a few interesting books."
"Mm, no. There is absolutely no record of such things in my archives."
Thank goodness. Lin Fan let out a breath of relief. It seemed this world was still slightly different from his own. At the very least, there was no GW or its Warhammer stories here.
If there really had been, Lin Fan would not have known whether he had traveled from the past into the future, or from one universe into another similar one.
Lin Fan slumped in his chair and drank his wine one sip at a time. He could only take things one step at a time. Unless someone wiped his memories—but who could do that for him? He could not even get basic biological modifications.
"So what about you? What do you want to do? I see you became an Astra Militarum soldier, and you seem to be enjoying it."
"Me? To be honest, at first I just wanted to experience the local customs of all the weirdos and monsters fighting across the universe. But after fighting for so long, all I could think about was how to keep the comrades around me alive. Maybe once I have the ability, I might even be able to make this shit-pile of an Imperium a little better. Give it a little human warmth."
Although Lin Fan was referring to the events after the Great Rift opened, when the miraculous Cawl installed the Armor of Fate onto Roboute Guilliman, his words carried