In the vastness of the Warhammer universe, a tiny planet floats silently in it, and from the far reaches of space, it is a yellow-green blurry planet - Barbarus.

In the trajectory of this world, there are countless mediocre, endless individuals—

They were born into this world, struggled to live, and then died silently.

I don't know why I was born, I don't know why I died.

But the obsession, the obsession, the greed—the taste of life, struggles to live, and does not want to die.

Just like humanity in thousands of other worlds.

Maybe the humans on Barbaros are better or worse than the humans of other worlds?

In any case, thousands of years of life have long been accustomed to these human beings, whose average age is less than twenty star years.

Life is a kind of inertia, people are busy revolving around their own inertia, in the brain that they can't realize more, inertia is the law, maintain inertia, maintain life, live.

Like silent animals whose vocal cords have been corroded by the poisonous mist, they toiled day after day in the barren land of Barbaros, living day after day in eternal oppression and fear.

Perhaps, one day in the millennia, one of them broke out in this oppression, angry in this fear, he rose up, he grabbed the knife, and faced the oppression of the tyrant!

- but either way, he must have failed.

The creatures that made the changes are long dead, and the human history on the planet is still the same as ever, maintaining its own established trajectory according to inertia.

The planet silently revolved around its own star, the god of fate silent, silent, speechless, and actionless.

Until the landing of the nursery pod that fell from the sky.

Until the Lord of Death walks down from the high mountain where the poisonous fog persists all year round.

The gears of fate, which had been completely stagnant and completely repeated for thousands of years, received instructions from the Supreme God, the loose and decaying gears began to close, and the machine covered in ashes began to operate, and the gears and gears clicked and slowly turned.

- Fate that had been carefully prepared for a long time began to turn.

The protagonist is a distinguished guest who arrives from outside the world, and the supporting characters are slaves who have repeated the script for thousands of years.

He happily boiled His wonderful soup, and everything was ready, and everything was perfect.

Seven times of careful preparation, seven times of heartfelt blessings, seven times of boiling of materials, seven centuries of preparation.

Seven blessings, seven curses, seven fates, the soup has long exuded a charming taste.

All things are rotten, but all beings are immortal.

The merciful father had prepared everything for his beloved son, and he looked at his unique son.

The eternal and unchanging garden of the Father has long since left a place for His beloved!

On the most beautiful, rich, enchanting, and comfortable fertile soil of that great garden, and on the loveliest, warmest, most comfortable, and most pleasant wilderness that could be seen at a glance from the window of the father's manor—

The flesh and abscesses were tirelessly licked by the industrious rotting flies, the thick phlegm and rotten scars were reluctantly donated by the lovely bees, the dry bones of the calamity broke the fishy mucus, and the disgusting rotten flesh turned into soft and warm ground.

Nurgle sings in the branches, the unclean come out offering their treasures, the bees mutter, the rotting flies buzz, and the plague toads sing the praises of their grandfather's kindness in their pus!

It's such a warm family! Each member of the team is nervously and expectantly preparing his warm and cozy mansion for the upcoming child, and when he arrives, countless filthy things will break through the ground under the command of the loving father, and endless flesh and abscesses will rise from the ground under the father's gaze, and the child's favorite abode will be completely presented in front of him.

That child, the one who has not yet fallen into the arms of a loving father, poor child, he will love it, he will praise everything!

Oh, what a great loving Father! What a great Father!

All the beings in the Garden of the Great cannot stop smiling at the thought of this upcoming darling, the good child! They whispered blessings in their hearts.

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However.

However.

However.

Repeated stagnation on the stage of stealing uninvited guests.

The audience who arrived from afar applauded before the loving father.

The loving father, immersed in the soup of fate, neglected the changes that were small enough to allow the most inactionable changes to begin to accumulate.

He was negligent.

The change outside of fate and the change within fate found Him at the same time, the former too small and the latter too difficult.

No! His children will be his! Mortarian, his darling! You can't take him away!

Father waved his arm away the annoying creature from afar, while Nurgle was busy throwing the right ingredients into the pot.

The Father grunted at his old enemy, which again reluctantly drew His attention.

Visitors from outside the world were thus given a chance to breathe through the gap in the eyes of the loving father.

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The Lord of Change is screaming, repeating a lot, and it's time for the script to come to an end!!

Change, change, change, incomprehensible, change from outside the world!

Ninefold change, ninefold subversion, nine-layer banter, the weaving thread of fate is endless!

Leave behind the fascinating and amazing past, present, and future!

Change itself is a reward, change itself is an end, change condenses infinite mysteries, everything in the world obeys the rules, and the rules are contempt and restraint for all this!

He saw this wonderful change, the chaos of time in the subspace showing Him endless changes, detached from the mysteries of the world itself.

The scream of arrogance pierces everything, and the scream of ecstasy disturbs everything!

He screamed, and the labyrinth of endless change began to change and dance again, imprisoned in it, and the creatures lost in it once again began to flee from endless change.

Break the rules, stir fate, and tease the world.

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[Emperor's Dream]

"My lord, there is an omega-level interference distortion in the subspace star region near us, and it is expected that the subspace transition will become difficult in six sidereal months."

"Except...... The transition to a subspace in a particular orientation is quite smooth. ”

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+ It's an invitation, it's an explicit word.+

+It's a deal+

The golden eyes condense the wisdom of human beings from ancient times to the present, and they are shining brightly at this time.