Warhammer

Moreover, Art Student found the monsters locked in battle strangely familiar. Where had he seen these terrifying figures before?

"Right, weren't these the Warhammer 40,000 images promoted in those videos on Bilibili? Daemons under Nurgle, Khorne's daemon armies, Tzeentch and Slaanesh Daemons, and the Emperor's Cursed Legion?"

Art Student stared at those monsters and blurted it out despite himself.

These guys had become fairly popular online over the past two years. Art Student did not pay much attention to them himself, but he often came across introductions to Warhammer from major uploaders.

Watching all those uploaders explain Warhammer's background timeline gave Art Student a terrible headache. Every one of them explained things a little differently, and since Art Student could not understand the original text, he could only make do with their videos.

What interested Art Student most about Warhammer was people wearing Power Armour and wielding cold weapons in battle—the jarring blend of science fiction and backwardness.

"Hiss, don't tell me I transmigrated into the Warhammer Universe? I don't even watch those lobster recruitment videos. Why did I transmigrate to this place?"

Art Student raised his head and looked wordlessly at the heavens. Why was he so unlucky? He had actually transmigrated into the hopeless world of Warhammer. He had never done anything terrible, so why was heaven treating him like this?

He was just an ordinary person, mediocre in every respect. His looks were ordinary, his height was ordinary, and his education was ordinary.

Every day, he lived a peaceful routine of work and home, a life that went back and forth between two points. Though he liked watching some adult videos and had fantasized about unrealistic transmigrations into hot-blooded anime worlds to seek excitement.

But he knew his own limits. Even if he transmigrated, he would still be background fodder who would not survive ten minutes.

Warhammer might be a grand world, but the galaxy was an even bigger stage. If you had dreams, come on in—every day was filled with endless slaughter and conflict.

But the entire Warhammer World was as disgusting as a pile of shit. The Imperium was no good either. A stellar empire that still had nobles and slaves, where the lower classes lived lives worse than death, and the Warp was no better.

The instant Art Student transmigrated over, the five most powerful gods in the Warp received a warning from the Warp Source: another outsider had arrived.

In the Garden of Nurgle, the big green fatty carefully brewing a thick soup, Nurgle, seemed to sense something. He stopped stirring the ladle in his crucible and turned his gaze toward a peculiar place—the border where the domains of the five gods met.

At the intersection of the five gods' authorities and domains, an outsider had suddenly appeared. If the Warp Source had not alerted him, Nurgle realized he would not even have sensed the stowaway's existence.

"Another disgusting stowaway. This is all Tzeentch's fault."

Nurgle muttered to himself.

Nurgle stretched out his fat green hand and, following the Warp Source's guidance, sent out a streak of green plague psychic energy toward the border of the five gods' domains.

After launching that psychic attack, Nurgle paid no further attention. He knew someone would be more eager than him to deal with the transmigrator.

"I should continue spreading my love throughout the galaxy."

Nurgle still wished to spread his love through the real universe and had little interest in the struggles within the Warp.

In the Eternal Realm, Tzeentch, who was watching the antics of the Daemons under his command, also received the Warp's warning and sensed that an outsider had arrived.

Following the Warp Source's guidance, Tzeentch also saw Art Student at the border of the five gods' domains.

"Change, endless change. This too is part of the plan."

Seeing the faint changes brought by the transmigrator's existence, Tzeentch could not help feeling immensely pleased with his earlier actions. As the Lord of Change, as long as there was even the slightest change, he was not losing out. And not losing out meant making a killing.

With a strange smile, Tzeentch directly struck Art Student with a bolt of magical lightning.

At the same time, Khorne, the God of Courage and War; Slaanesh, the God of Art and Pleasure; and the Emperor, the God of Vengeance and Destruction.

The three gods also noticed the transmigrator's existence and directly launched psychic attacks at Art Student.

For the Emperor, although his greatest wish remained for humanity to escape the Warp's influence, he still despised the existence of transmigrators.

What the Emperor wanted were pure-blooded humans, humans from the Dark Age of Technology. Humans of that era possessed powerful individual strength and rationality.

They would not blindly worship any being, and thus would not be easily corrupted. They also had a certain resistance to the Warp.

Furthermore, transmigrators were not what the Emperor wanted. They were all unstable existences. Some knew far too much, drawing the attention of powerful gods in the Warp. Wherever they went, Warp corruption would break out.

And these transmigrators were primitive humans. To the Emperor, they were of no use at all.

Therefore, when dealing with human transmigrators, the Emperor struck the hardest. Powerful psychic flames bombarded the place where Art Student was.

Khorne's psychic energy formed the shadow of a massive blood-red axe.

The Emperor's black flames.

Slaanesh's psychic attack.

Seeing that he was not in immediate danger, Art Student could not help considering his survival. Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it.

Art Student had no thoughts of suicide either. After all, a miserable life was still better than a good death.

Art Student had accepted that he had transmigrated into this fucked-up world of Warhammer. If he did not have some powerful cheat ability.

Living—would be worse than death.

Dying—would bring no peace.

This world had the terrifying Warp, and flesh-and-blood lifeforms would leave projections there. If the five Chaos Gods noticed him, even death would not save him. He would be resurrected and subjected to endless torment.

While Art Student was lost in a storm of thoughts, he suddenly began trembling all over. His limbs went weak, breathing became difficult, and he felt as if the entire world were targeting him.

It was like a herbivore being watched by a gigantic predator at the top of the food chain. It was an indescribable feeling. Art Student only knew that he was absolutely no match for such existences. Before them, he was as insignificant as an ant.

Art Student looked around and discovered five streams of psychic energy attacking him.

"Holy shit, the five strongest gods in the Warp are all attacking me. What had a tiny transmigrator like me done to deserve such an honor?"

Art Student was so terrified that he stood dumbfounded. The taut string in his heart suddenly slackened. He had still been resisting the Warp's rejection, but the instant he relaxed, he felt as though someone had kicked him from behind and sent him tumbling out of the Warp.

As Art Student was kicked out of the Warp, he felt a deep sense of rejection, as though an unwelcome guest had finally been thrown out.

The instant Art Student was expelled from the Warp, the attacks of the Warp gods also arrived there. The Warp Daemons still slaughtering one another suffered terribly, and countless Daemons were caught in the attacks and killed.