Warhammer: The Yellow Rat Screwed Me Over

I, Liu Zhipeng, a standard corporate slave and Warhammer shitposter.

Just because I got drunk and ran my mouth, I yelled at that shining golden "sacred existence": "Holy shit, what a huge yellow-skinned rat!"

Then? Then I was sent away.

When I opened my eyes again, I had become a round, chubby, perpetually grinning Nurgling—the lowliest happy bean in the Warp.

Thankfully, I awakened.

Death is not the end, but a new round of "pack-opening" experience!

Every reincarnation is a brand-new life form.

This life, I'm just background scenery in the Plaguefather's garden;

next life, I might be an Ork Boy shouting "WAAAGH!";

the life after that, maybe a Tyranid gnawing on planets, or even...... a hapless Imperial Guard cannon fodder?

Every death can condense the previous life's experiences into permanent talents.

When Chaos daemon armies, greenskin tides, Tyranid fleets, and Imperial Space Marine chapters are beating each other's brains out across the galaxy, a being proficient in the "corporate culture" of every race and possessing countless bizarre talents is quietly rising.

"Lord Inquisitor, listen to my explanation! I really am just an innocent human passing by—that Chaos Daemon just now really did slip and fall to death all by itself!"

This is the hilarious story of a shitposter in the darkest universe, relying on infinite resurrection to turn hellish jokes into myth, step by step.