Lynn had never run this fast in his life.
Seriously, no exaggeration, really.
Being caught by the PE teacher meant at most getting kicked by the PE teacher.
Being caught by Chaos cultists holding knives meant ^%&*#@…
ahhhhhh!!!
And there were man-eating Chaos entities.
Lynn fled while crying uncontrollably: “Warhammer 40k——!!!
It’s Warhammer 40k——!!!” Warhammer!!!!!!
He had transmigrated into Warhammer!!!!!!
When scrolling through Warhammer memes online, everyone would say, “Hahaha loyalty!”, “I’m disloyal!”, “Slaanesh peg me!
Ughh…
I mean what?”, “Prepare to board!
Justice from above!”, “Your daddy is here, die traitor!”…
That was when he was sitting at home in front of the computer with a cola at hand, his characters ready to jump-cleave and deliver a heavy smack at any time, and he was able to close the game and return to reality at any time.
When this day actually arrived, he was standing in a pitch-black cave, chased by seven or eight cultists and a group of grotesquely shaped Chaos entities behind him, not knowing if there was still a path ahead—— You come and try it ahhhhhh——!!!!!
From behind came the cultists’ voices laced with amusement, like the sound a cat makes before playing with a mouse.
“He can’t run far.” “Catch him and offer him to the master——” “Fresh flesh and blood…” “Chase——!” Lynn’s tears were flying out.
Transmigrating bare like this?!!
No cheat codes?!
Where is his cheat code?!!!
“System!
System, are you there——!!!” Actually, he didn’t hold much hope when he called out.
It would be great if whatever he called for actually came.
But truly, right when he was desperately running for his life, with a sudden ding in his head, a voice came through.
“Ding————!” It was as if someone had gently struck a bell in his consciousness.
Then an illusory white panel unfolded before his eyes.
The system spoke: […I have never seen a host who can howl as much as you.] Lynn was in disbelief: “——What?!” [Nothing; the system is very unhappy to serve you.] The system switched to an official, polite, fake-smile tone and started working: [Host, you are truly the best-running host this system has ever seen, though just a bit noisy.
Just now, you were constantly shouting, ‘Emperor, Emperor, Emperor’; the Emperor is sitting on the Golden Throne and cannot hear you shout.
Also, run if you must, but can you stop howling?
Your voice is louder than those of the cultists behind you; are you afraid they won’t find you?] The more it spoke, the more irritable it became.
It seemed to have a bad temper, too.
But Lynn, being chased to death by a group of Chaos cultists and Chaos entities, was furious: “You’re just a system; what do you have to be so cocky about!!!
If you have functions, say them; if you have no functions, shut up and don’t disturb me while I am running for my life, okay!!!!!” [Can’t the host stop first?] “If I stop, I’ll lose my life, motherfucker!!
Are you trying to get me killed so you can switch to another host?!!” […Fine.] The system sighed.
Then it unfolded a roulette panel in front of Lynn, like a clear OLED screen, with densely packed color blocks and entries on the wheel.
[It has been detected that the host has transmigrated into the Warhammer 40k universe.] [Hello, host.
I am the Entry Gacha System, and this is our Entry Roulette.] [System Name: Entry Roulette.] [System Function: Law of Causality; drawn entries will become reality.] [You can draw once every fifteen days.
Unlocking key plot points allows for additional draws.] [Entry Tiers: White → Green → Blue → Purple → Gold → Rainbow.] [Current equipped entry limit: 1 (can be unlocked to increase later).] [The first draw is ready.
Draw now?] Lynn scanned the information on the roulette at a glance while running.
The roulette wheel was densely packed with entries.
White had the largest area, followed by green, then blue, purple, gold, rainbow…
Going up layer by layer, the higher the tiers went, the smaller they got.
With a sweeping glance, Lynn saw item categories, skill categories, conceptual categories…
It was dazzling.
[Lasgun] [Bolter] [Power Armor] …
[Stamina Enhancement] [Rapid Healing] [Danger Sense] [Temporary Shield] [Ballistic Calculation] [Weapon Enchantment] [Tactical Preview] …
And then at the very top of the roulette was a solitary entry, rainbow-colored, stored in its own separate area, sparkling brilliantly, larger, brighter, and more arrogant than all other entries.
[Throne Liberation].
[Throne Liberation]: Allows the Emperor to leave the Throne in His peak state without ascending to godhood.
…
Hmm.
No, what??
Hold on???
What did you say????
What did you say this is?????
Allow the Emperor to leave the Throne?
Peak state?
Without ascending to godhood????
Am I the Emperor’s sugar daddy???
If I draw this entry, wouldn’t my whole life be set?!!!!
I’m loyal again!!!
The system said lazily: [Looks nice, right, host?
It is the ultimate entry of this system; if you draw it, you will be the savior of Warhammer 40k, and the Emperor himself will serve you tea and water.] “Serving tea and water won’t be necessary…” [But stop looking; you can’t draw it.] “…Ah?!” [The ultimate entry means that before you save up a massive amount of plot points, the probability of drawing it is almost zero.
Approximately zero means lower than the probability of you doing ten consecutive 10-pulls without getting a single SSR.
It’s just placed there to look nice; it’s actually a black box.
It’s just zero, do you understand?] Lynn stared at that shining [Throne Liberation], feeling like a donkey with a carrot dangled in front of it.
He’d fallen for the trap.
“Then what conditions are needed to draw it?!” Seeing that he really wanted to draw it, the system’s attitude improved slightly: [Host, you have to beat the starting village first.] “What is the starting village?!” [You are in the starting village right now.] Lynn looked at the Chaos cultists and Chaos entities getting closer and closer behind him, smiling with tears in his eyes: “…Isn’t the level of the mobs in this starting village a bit too high?!” [That’s just how Warhammer 40k is; play if you want, and if you don’t——] “I want to go home——!!!” [You can’t go back; otherwise, try dying a bit, and go straight back to your happy hometown.] “I’ll play!
I’ll play, alright!” Tears streamed down.
The Chaos cultists from behind were catching up again.
Whatever, let’s draw first; at least I will draw a weapon or a combat skill first—— “Draw, draw, draw, I’ll draw!!!!!” System prompt: [The first draw consumes the 15-day free quota.] The massive roulette started spinning rapidly.
The pointer flew past various entries; Lynn stared at the pointer, his heartbeat even faster than when he was running for his life just now.
Give him a combat skill.
Give him a weapon.
Give him anything, as long as it lets him kill that pile of things behind him—— Lynn shouted loudly: “Stop!!!!” The pointer stopped.
[Ding——] [Congratulations, Host, on obtaining the entry: Flashlight] [Tier: White (Common)] [Effect: Turns on the light.
It has moderate brightness, a battery life of eight hours, and cannot be used as a weapon.] […] The air held a second of awkward silence.
Next to Lynn appeared an illuminating orb of white light, floating in the air and lighting up a radius of about three meters.
“?!!!” Can the light be turned off?
“Turn off the light.” With a click, it went out.
“Turn on the light.” With a click, it lit up.
It was convenient, alright, but…
damn it!
What use is a flashlight!?
The system let out a [Tsk] sound.
“System!!!
While I am being chased to death by Chaos cultists in Warhammer 40k, for my first draw in the starting village, you give me a flashlight!!!!!” Are you even human?!
Where’s the weapon?!
You don’t even give a weapon in the starting village?!
With one draw every fifteen days, can he survive until the next fifteen days?!!!
[We are just a roulette system, dear; what you draw depends on you, the host.
You drew it with your own bad luck.] “Doesn’t the roulette have a pity system?!!!!!” [Yes, dear.
Completing key plot points can grant a guaranteed Gold or higher drop.] “Then what counts as a key plot point?
Can you finish saying it all at once QAQ?!!” [Completing the starting village quest, completing your first campaign, seeing a Primarch for the first time, seeing the Emperor for the first time——things like that.] Then Lynn continued his desperate escape.
The success rate looked to be less than 0.01%.
If he didn’t run faster and fell into the hands of the Chaos cultists, he would be sacrifice material.
Usually, just making memes is fine, but when this day truly arrives, who would want to fall into the hands of the Chaos faction?
…
Now Lynn was panting in this narrow cavern.
Actually, the flashlight was quite useful.
Relying on the illumination, he could see the path ahead clearly and no longer had to flee in the dark.
He had been running for his life this entire day.
He was just an ordinary otaku from the 21st century; today he had run at least a twenty-kilometer marathon, and he felt like his legs had no strength left.
Despair, true despair: “Emperor, are you there?” It’s no good; it’s really no good: “I’m disloyal.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Thaniel_a_goodch Please remember to vote!
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