My Life as A Death Guard

In the low-lying white cornfields of Barbarus.

A chubby-faced, pale little boy was laboriously digging the ground with a hoe.

His name was Hades. In his previous life, he was a shut-in on Earth named He Shi. One day, while painting a GW Death Guard Plague Marine miniature, he blacked out. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself reincarnated as a newborn on the death planet Barbarus.

At first, he knew nothing. He only realized he had been reborn into a world extremely hostile to humans when his haggard-looking parents taught him to speak and told him that the land beneath his feet was called Barbarus.

The Emperor above! Barbarus?! Are you kidding me?!

This is the Warhammer universe!!!

Hades felt like he could cough up blood on the spot.

What kind of place is Barbarus? Barbarus is a famous death world in the Warhammer universe, the homeworld of the Primarch Mortarion. The entire planet is covered with deadly poisonous mists, and humans can only survive in the relatively less toxic lowlands. The true alien overlords of this planet reside in mountain fortresses shrouded in the thickest poisonous gases.

Humans have never been the masters of this planet; they are merely livestock being raised.

Every time the planet’s brief daylight ends, the poison gas slowly seeps into the lowlands. Strange, pale creatures laugh and frolic in the toxic mist, slowly surrounding the villages and picking their future slaves.

There is no resistance; humans have long been scared out of their wits. They huddle in their villages, praying not to be chosen.

Those who are chosen are either killed on the spot or dragged to the mountain fortresses, where countless sorceries and experiments await them. Humans are mere materials, dissected and twisted together, given new life through sorcery to become the lords’ eternal slaves.

The humans here have no hope, just like in the Warhammer universe, where there is only eternal darkness.

Hades wanted to smash his head and start over. He was already restraining himself, trying not to cry like a fairy whose toe had been stepped on.

Although he was a transmigrator, he currently had no cheats or golden fingers! Where was the promised power of a transmigrator?!

His current small body could be crushed by even the lowest-level alien.

As a transmigrator, Hades knew the trajectory of this world, but that was not necessarily a good thing.

The reason is simple: this is a world where thoughts also possess power.

This world consists of the physical world and the Warp. As humans, our bodies exist in the physical world, while our souls have a flame-like projection in the Warp.

Among humans, those with a closer connection to the Warp are called psykers. Psykers can use the power of the Warp, known as psychic powers. They can conjure energy that clearly defies the laws of physics with their bare hands. Powerful Alpha-level psykers can even destroy stars single-handedly.

But becoming a psyker is not necessarily a good thing.

Because their connection to the Warp is closer, their soul sparks are brighter and more enticing, attracting the entities of the Warp.

These malevolent entities whisper to psykers through the Warp, driving them insane, twisting their thoughts, and turning them into their eternal slaves. The more a psyker uses their powers, the brighter their soul flame becomes, the more likely they are to be noticed and corrupted by Warp entities.

Hades tried it himself and found he had no psychic talent at all; he couldn’t even spark a small flame. While he was disappointed, he was also increasingly relieved—

A person’s soul and thoughts truly cause ripples in the Warp, and as a transmigrator, Hades knew those clearly forbidden pieces of knowledge.

If a person’s thoughts attracted the interest of a powerful Warp entity… Hades didn’t even dare to think about it.

In fact, ever since Hades realized he was in the Warhammer universe, he immediately forced himself to control his thoughts, never thinking about the Warp gods.

As long as he thought about that knowledge, he might be noticed by those four Chaos Gods immediately!

But what Hades didn’t know was that his “transmigrator” constitution and the planet he arrived on barely allowed him to escape the gods’ notice.

So, for now, Hades could only recall and think about his knowledge of the early Imperium of Man.

Originally, humanity in this world flourished under technological development, colonizing numerous planets in the galaxy. However, after experiencing the Men of Iron Rebellion (AI rebellion) and other cataclysmic events, human civilization was fragmented and on the brink of extinction.

In such a chaotic time, a great man named the Emperor stood up!!!

The Emperor, the greatest Perpetual in human history, the strongest psyker—so powerful he could defeat Warp entities in seconds, the ruler of Terra, the leader of the Great Crusade…

This formidable man, who had always kept a low profile, unified warlord-dominated Terra at lightning speed, created the Space Marines, allied with Mars, and launched the Great Crusade, reclaiming human planets lost due to the cataclysms and conquering alien-occupied worlds.

To ensure the success of the Great Crusade, the Emperor created twenty-one Primarchs using his own genes as a template. Each Primarch possessed unmatched wisdom, strength, and talent. Some could see through all physical and mathematical principles at a glance, some could slay a Warlord Titan with a single sword strike, and some could manage the affairs of hundreds of planets simultaneously.

Well, in fact, most Primarchs could do all these things to varying degrees, though they had different specializations.