Reborn as a Nurgling: Infinite Lives in the Grimdark

I'm Liu Zhipeng, your typical corporate drone and Warhammer shitposter.

All because I got drunk and ran my mouth, pointing at that golden, glittering "divine being" and shouting, "Holy crap, that's one huge yellow rat!"

And then? Then I got sent packing from the land of the living.

When I opened my eyes again, I'd become a round, chubby, perpetually grinning Nurgling-the least respected little bundle of joy in the Warp.

Thankfully, I awakened the system:

[Eternal Reincarnation System]

Death isn't the end. It's the start of another unboxing experience!

Every reincarnation brings an entirely new form of life.

In this life, I'm a background extra in Grandfather Nurgle's garden;

In the next, I might be an Ork Boy bellowing "WAAAGH!";

And after that, perhaps a planet-devouring Tyranid, or even... some unfortunate Astra Militarum cannon fodder?

Every death lets me distill the experiences of my previous life into permanent talents.

While Chaos daemon armies, tides of greenskins, Tyranid hive fleets, and Imperial Space Marine Chapters beat the living daylights out of one another across the galaxy, a being fluent in every faction's corporate culture and armed with countless bizarre talents is quietly rising to power.

"Lord Inquisitor, please let me explain! I'm really just an innocent human passing through. That Greater Daemon of Chaos died because I slipped and fell on it. Honest!"

This is the hilarious tale of a shitposter who, armed with infinite respawns in the darkest universe imaginable, turns gallows humor into legend-one life at a time.