In the dark 41st millennium, darkness and despair once again engulf the entire galaxy. For most people who transmigrate into this infamous world, despair would soon set in. But for someone with a top-grade golden finger, Warhammer 40K is nothing more than an ordinary space opera. Trust not Chaos, worship not the Emperor, join not the xenos. If you make good use of your advantages, even ascending to a throne high above the heavens is possible. Before that can happen, however, Xiral needs to solve one small problem: how to stop the world from gradually veering off course because of his golden finger.
P.S. Expect a dark tone. I promise I won't abandon the novel.
