Lucian recalled the scattered lore he had gleaned from fan videos. "So, the Emperor is still out crusading, Horus is still reliable, and the Heresy hasn't even cast a shadow yet... I have 30 years to develop!"
Thirty years!
In the Warhamr universe, where ti is asured in millennia, thirty years was as fleeting as a deep breath.
But for Lucian—who had a System, players, and the ability to snowball his power—thirty years of growth was more than enough to elevate his strength to a formidable level!
By the ti that tumultuous civil war erupted, perhaps he could even sneakily grab a slice of the pie.
"System, confirm the startup plan," Lucian commanded. "Target: Aurelian IV."
"First batch player count: 5,000."
"Design their avatars to match the local aesthetic. Don't make them too outrageous—at the very least, they need to look human."
[Command confird. Establishing stable warp-to-realspace corridor...]
[Corridor established. Coordinates locked: Aurelian IV, Northern Hemisphere, northern wilderness region surrounding the city of Aru.]
[Generating player consciousness reception anchors... Utilizing local biological template: Standard Human (Mildly gene-enhanced variant).]
[Additional base enhancents applied: Bone density 15%, Muscle efficiency 20%, Trauma recovery rate 30%. Camouflage protocol applied: Implanted false mories (Local drifter/adventurer identity cognition).]
[Anchors generated. Initiating recruitnt signal transmission to the lower-dinsional universe...]
[Signal transmitted. Estimated response and link ti for the first batch of players: 1 to 3 standard days.]
Feeling the energy being drained from him, Lucian felt a mix of anxiety and excitent.
He was anxious because if this System turned out to be fake, he was currently swan-diving into a pit Tzeentch had spent years digging.
He was excited because if the System was real... then as a newborn Chaos God, he might actually carve out a completely bizarre and unique path in this universe that usually chewed people up and spat out their bones.
"Alright, now it's ti to na my ga."
Lucian pondered. "It needs to be cool, it needs to be catchy, and it absolutely cannot be too straightforward about its true nature..."
He thought for a few seconds.
Then, he cracked a wicked, highly Tzeentchian smile.
Looking at the System interface, the data of the flowing energy sketched out complex spectral graphs in his mind.
mories of the videos he had watched and the forum posts he had read before his transmigration suddenly surfaced.
He rembered those casual Warhamr fans joking online:
"I don't really understand the 40k lore, but I wish you all the best when you transmigrate into the Warhamr universe!"
"Everyone claims they're loyal, but nobody actually wants to go."
At the ti, he thought they were just jokes.
Now... well, they were right.
But since he had already crossed over, and even beco a Chaos God, Lucian felt it was his duty to provide a little "modest assistance" to his fellow fans who would follow him.
"Otherwise, what if they really don't co?"
First of all, the na absolutely could not contain words like "Warhamr," "Chaos God," "Emperor," or "Chaos."
"It needs a little camouflage."
What he needed was a na that sounded completely harmless.
A na that would lower the players' guards, get them to log in happily, and then...
"...Then they'll work for , generate emotional energy for , and still think this ga is an absolute blast."
Lucian let out a low chuckle that rippled through the Warp.
Fortunately, his sinister laugh was instantly absorbed and converted by the System, leaving no trace. Otherwise, Tzeentch himself might have descended to see who was stealing his act.
Browsing through the naming suggestion module provided by the System, a spark of inspiration hit him.
"In those videos, chas, the sea of stars, and deep-space exploration are always top-tier genres."
Lucian reminisced. "n are boys until the day they die. Who doesn't want to pilot a giant ch and charge across the stars?"
Sure, in this universe, a "ch" might be called an Imperial Knight or a Titan. "Interstellar travel" might involve Warp storms and daemonic whispers. And "deep-space exploration" had a high probability of running into Greenskins, Tyranids, or Necrons...
But that didn't matter.
He just needed to package it right.
"System, set the ga title to..."
Lucian weighed his words, his energy body shimring with the eerie light of a successful sche.
"Epoch 40k: cha."
"As for the subtitle..."
He thought for a mont. "Make it: The Sea of Stars, Yours to Explore."
[Title recorded.]
[Epoch 40k: cha: The Sea of Stars, Yours to Explore.]
"Not enough."
Lucian shook his head, sending ripples through his energy. "We still need an opening cinematic."
"Make it flashy, make it hype, make it look like a next-generation sci-fi cha ga."
Manipulating the System's functions, he began constructing a completely fictional backstory for the ga:
In the distant future, human civilization has spread across the galaxy.
Humanity pilots giant combat machines known as chas to explore the frontier, establish colonies, and fight against unknown cosmic threats.
Players will take on the role of cha Pilots, starting from scratch to build their bases, recruit companions, and explore the vast sea of stars...
"Yes, write exactly that."
Lucian was highly satisfied. As for what those "unknown cosmic threats" actually were... the players would fill in the blanks themselves.
They'll probably think it's alien bugs or rogue AIs. Either way, they won't be expecting Nurglings, Horrors of Tzeentch, or Ork Boyz.
He specifically instructed the System: "Do not include any Aquilas, High Gothic text, eight-pointed Chaos stars, or any other iconic symbols in the cinematic."
"The cha designs should have a sleek, cool sci-fi aesthetic. No Gothic architecture, skulls, or religious motifs. The environnts should be bright, clean, and highly technological. Don't make it look like the sewers of a Hive City."
[Commands confird. Generating opening cinematic...]
Lucian watched the visuals the System constructed:
Against the backdrop of a vast starry ocean, a sleek, streamlined starship glided slowly past the cara. The hull was adorned with elegant geotric patterns, entirely devoid of Imperial eagles.
The cara zood in, entering the ship's hangar.
Rows of distinctively designed chs stood in perfect formation. So were slender and agile, looking like high-speed reconnaissance models; others were heavily armored and equipped with exaggerated weapon systems; still others had engineering arms extending from their backs, clearly ant for industrial use.
Then ca a rapid montage: chs sprinting across an ice field, battling unidentified creatures in a desert, performing maintenance on an orbital space station, establishing outposts on uncharted planets...
The background music was a soaring orchestral piece mixed with electronic synths, brimming with a sense of hope and exploration.
A steady, powerful male voiceover declared: "Humanity's march forward has never ceased."
"Now, it is your turn, Pilot."
"Your cha awaits. The sea of stars is calling."
The final freeze-fra: A ch painted in red and white stood atop a mountain peak, a rising sun behind it. The ch raised its arm, pointing toward the boundless starry sky.
The image faded out, replaced by the ga logo: Epoch 40k: cha.
"Perfect."
Lucian marveled at his creation. "If I put this cinematic out there, who would ever suspect this is a Warhamr ga? This is clearly just a standard, high-quality sci-fi cha masterpiece!"
He could already imagine the players' reactions:
"Holy crap, the quality of this CG!"
"chas! They've got chas!"
"Finally, a ga that isn't just xianxia or fantasy!"
"The sea of stars! A man's ultimate romance!"
Then they would excitedly create their characters, log into the ga, start exploring...
...And realize that the NPCs in this "sci-fi ga" kept muttering about the Emperor's protection. That there were Tech-Priests in red robes on the streets repairing equipnt. That the sky was occasionally split by colossal warships with massive ramming prows. And that the alien monsters in the wilderness looked an awful lot like Ork Boyz...
"Hurry up and get here."
Lucian stared at the countdown tir. "I'm seriously starving..."
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