Warhammer: Do I Have to Sit on the Golden Throne Too?

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Zhou Yun had always scoffed at transmigration. After all, who knew what kind of cesspit you might end up in?

If he had to transmigrate, he wanted, at the very least, an endless lifespan, power placing him among the strongest beings in the entire setting, vast territories under his command, millions of soldiers loyal to him, an absolutely safe place to arrive in, hundreds of millions of believers worshipping him, and countless worlds under his rule.

He also wanted a cheat ability that combined the perks of immortality, multiple secret identities, realm-building, invincibility, clan-building, having more children for more blessings-and invincibility again.

And ideally, he wouldn't have to do anything. He could just sit there-

And so...

On Terra, in the Imperial Palace, atop the Golden Throne...

Zhou Yun opened his eyes.

"Huh? I have to sit on the Golden Throne too?"