That smile was so warm and gentle, yet it plunged like a dagger into Cheng Mingrui's long-frozen heart.
Family, friendship, and love were beautiful things, and things most people sought. Yet ordinary people might spend their entire lives knowing only the affection of their parents, with friendship and romantic love remaining almost impossible to find.
Cheng Mingrui had been the same before transmigrating. An ordinary man, he had been crushed beneath his studies, his work, and daily life until he could barely breathe. As busy as he was, he felt just as empty inside, unsure where his life was heading, yet still clinging to a faint dream of a better life.
After transmigrating, life in 40k brought even greater pressure, and parts of the journey were painful, but the fulfillment of his own worth outweighed those drawbacks.
To have others place their hopes in him, respect him, look up to him... love him-Cheng Mingrui believed he could never have reached such heights in his original world.
He had to answer all those feelings. The Imperium had to be destroyed. The Corpse Emperor had to be overthrown.
"The Corpse Emperor is dead! The Corpse Emperor must die!"
Whether it was because the faith of Veronica and the others was so strong or because Hops, the Star of Hope, had taken effect, a beam of silver light shot from the Star of Hope and shone upon Terra.
Cheng Mingrui's avatar in the physical world began to reform. He returned to life as the Yellow Heaven Incarnation, and standing before him was his enemy, the radiant golden God-Emperor.
The Emperor of Mankind had two faces. One was the Emperor seated upon the Golden Throne, who still retained a little humanity.
The other was the radiant golden God-Emperor standing before Cheng Mingrui, a being