Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 2 System Runaway
Du Mu was also unlucky. He didn't check the almanac before leaving home in the morning, but he stumbled upon a stroke of bad luck, suffered multiple fractures, and died on the spot. Now, only his soul remains, drifting in the void.

"Just then," he was conscripted by a passing system, which said it would take him to another world.

There are elves, magicians, orcs, dwarves, and steampunk—cyber life.

"I didn't expect it to be so reliable." Du Mu's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, slowly calmed down, and he began to imagine a bright future, with those magical and fantastical creatures.

"Host... host," the system's cold, mechanical voice stammered, its earlier confidence gone, "it seems we've taken the wrong path!"

"Fuck!" Du Mu cursed inwardly, his soul light flashing violently. If he had a physical body, he would definitely be pointing at the system and cursing at it right now.

This system is completely unreliable!
"Where are we going?" After calming down, Du Mu forgave the system in an instant, thinking that changing the destination was not bad. With the system in hand, how could he be afraid of having a bad time?

“4…40K…”

"I'll give you one more chance to organize your thoughts..." Du Mu's soul trembled violently, almost to the point of collapse, "What K?"

"Warhammer 40K!" The system's voice remained cold, but now carried a hint of embarrassment.

The system's response ruthlessly shattered Du Mu's last illusions. He was stunned for a long time, and finally, a voice came from his soul: "Destroy it, I'm tired, hurry up!"

Du Mu knew about Warhammer 40K. There's a famous saying among Warhammer fans: "They're all loyal when you talk about it, but none of them go when you ask."

This proverb illustrates the horror of 40K, the dangers of which are beyond the comprehension of a modern person.

At this moment, Du Mu's soul seemed to freeze. What kind of place was that? Was it even fit for a human to stay?
It was a veritable carnival of war and destruction, a graveyard of humanity and morality.

Not to mention the monsters and demons in the Milky Way universe, the madly distorted subspace, and the wars that destroy planets at the drop of a hat.

The moral standards of the human empire have long since fallen below the bottom line, and in the galaxy where monsters and demons run rampant, the morality of the alien races is even more worrying.

Those alien races looked down on each other and plotted how to kill other races in the universe.

There are elves, space elves of all colors, dominating tens of millions of galaxies, seeing everyone else as uncivilized monkeys.

Orcs are there too, they're always fighting or on their way to fight, having a blast. Cunning and cruel, cruel and cunning.

Dwarfs are necessary; they are a group of people who are complacent, conservative, and unwilling to make progress.

There's also a group of space metal skeletons whose skulls have been damaged from sleeping in tombs, and they're speeding through the physical universe in spaceships at faster-than-light speeds.

Even more remarkable are the Tyranids, who came to the Milky Way from the void beyond the river, indulging in voracious eating and drinking, leaving nothing behind and no trace of life.

They all have one thing in common: they blend in with humans!
In a physical sense, it means "fighting to the death," a life-or-death struggle, a fight to the death.

The human empire is no better; it spares no alien or heretic, nor any of its own people.

Ruthless to aliens, even more ruthless to their own people.

Not to mention, in the mirror image of the real universe, there lies the eternal enemy of the human empire: the warp.

The gods of courage, love, wisdom, and life within are all incredibly kind, the kind of kindness that comes from the bottom of their hearts and souls.

"Fortunately, I have the system." Du Mu's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was slightly relieved. He comforted himself again with the system, which was his only support at the moment.

This dog system may be unreliable, but it's still something to rely on.

If we find a world where we can live to be a hundred or eighty years old and die peacefully in our sleep, that shouldn't be a problem.

Forget about immortality; in that crazy world, living a long life brings no benefits whatsoever, and you'll only attract the attention of the Four Gods.

Who knows if the knowledge in his head will attract the attention of the Four Gods? If they discover that the truth of the universe is nothing more than a money-making tool for some company, they might go mad and join forces to destroy the world.

Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

"Ding." Just as he was lost in thought, a crisp notification sound pulled Du Mu back to reality. He glanced at the system notification.

Unable to hold back any longer, he burst into a tirade of profanities.

While I wasn't paying attention, the dog system secretly began to forcibly uninstall itself, preparing to run away!
This discovery instantly threw him into a rage, and he cursed, "Damn system! You retreated when things went wrong! You bastard, you started this mess and then abandoned me, killing me!"

"Host, big data has misled the keyword search, resulting in an incorrect destination."

The system seemed slightly apologetic, but still didn't stop the uninstallation process: "I'll take my leave first, host... no, former host, please take care of yourself."

The system chose to simply run away and decisively abandoned its host. That place, 40K, is not a place for humans, much less for a system.

"You bastard, what are you afraid of? They're just the Four Gods! Come with me and take them down!"

Du Mu's mind raced, a thousand thoughts flashing through his head, until finally he added a plea: "If all else fails, just ensure I have enough to eat and wear, even if it's just for a hundred or eighty years."

Du Mu understood perfectly well that the system was his only reliance after joining 40K, and he couldn't let his only reliable support slip away now.

"The 40K universe is too chaotic, and the input and return are disproportionate. Under the omnipresent gaze of the Four Gods, this system's actions of reversing cause and effect and disrupting timelines require a huge investment."

"Also," the uninstallation bar paused slightly before continuing its uninstallation mission, the system pondering for a moment before deciding to abandon its host: "I don't want to bathe in a latrine."

"I don't care! You tricked me into coming here and then abandoned me. The best outcome for me after I get there is that my soul will be scattered to the winds."

Du Mu, shameless and persistent, lamented with a sense of dejection and sorrow, "How am I supposed to live... It's so bitter..."

After a series of desperate attempts, perhaps the system couldn't bear his pitiful state and the uninstallation progress bar paused again, giving Du Mu a glimmer of hope.

Immediately appeal to their emotions and reason with them, for in the face of life and death, pride and dignity are not worth mentioning: "At least give me something so I can live! It wouldn't be in vain that we served as master and servant."

The system remained silent for a moment, then pondered for a second before its mechanical voice slowly said, "Alright, this system will stop the forced uninstallation. We'll consider this a 'divorce.' I can save the power of the forced uninstallation and prepare a gift for you, the former host."

“Yes!” Du Mu readily agreed, nearly immediately consenting to the deal.

"Nothing else matters, I only have one request." Du Mu said in a deep voice, "Don't let the Four Gods target me, and don't let the knowledge in my head be leaked."

Q: How can a time traveler survive in 40K?
A: If you don't let the Four Gods target you, you've already succeeded halfway.

"I can't do it," the system replied decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

"Once you enter the 40K universe, the four gods can immediately sense your presence. They are the pinnacle of individual universes, and nothing in the universe can escape their notice."

A soul from another universe—they would never let you go, not to mention the knowledge you carry in your mind, which could potentially help them understand their own origins and thus transcend the limitations of the subspace.

"Then what can I do?" Du Mu asked helplessly.

What was supposed to be a wonderful time-travel journey has now turned into a tragic end, with the soul scattered and the person dying far from home. A sense of desolation permeates the soul.

"I will dismantle your memories, leaving behind a completely pure soul, so that I will not fear the scrutiny of the Four Gods."

"Then what's the difference between me and someone who dies and is reincarnated?"

"Of course there is a difference. I have already prepared something for you, former host, please take a look."

As the system's voice faded, a ball of red energy appeared in the infinite starry sky, quietly hovering in front of Du Mu's soul light.

The red orb of light had a deep, faint glow, yet the power it contained caused the void to tremble and the space to become restless, threatening to collapse at any moment.

Du Mu was the first to be affected, and was immediately washed away by this terrifying power.

Consciousness seemed to be peeled away layer by layer by that force, and the light of the soul gradually dimmed, teetering on the verge of being extinguished.

He spoke tremulously, his soul light flickering as he weakly asked, "What...what is this?"

"Destruction Essence!" The moment the red orb appeared, the system strengthened the protection of Du Mu's soul, preventing it from being instantly shattered by the dissipating pressure.

The mechanical voice trembled slightly as it solemnly recounted the origin of the red energy ball.

The voice rose from a deep tone to a high one, as if chanting an epic poem:
"His great figure traverses the multiverse, crossing time, space, frost, and fire, hunting down the demons He hates."

Ah… great destroyer, may your power and wrath descend upon them, make them tremble, inflict torment, and bestow upon them destruction!

The essence of destruction? Du Mu searched his soul for information about it.

Following the system's description, they eventually identified a figure wearing Archon armor and wielding a double-barreled shotgun to hunt down demons.

Doom Slayer!

Is this unstable?

The system cares about me!

(End of this chapter)