(Previously achieved a record of 3.2 million words in a historical novel, with over 10,000 monthly subscribers.) After transmigrating into Warhammer 40K, I was thrown straight into the Cadian orbital fortress after the planet-cracking disaster, right into the heart of the Chaos army? As the youngest son of a noble house and the nominal governor of an empty fortress, am I really doomed to become Chaos's puppet? My family is gone, and I'm the last one left. All I can rely on is an inexplicable immunity to the Warp? From the start, it's hell: alone, with Imperial reinforcements nowhere in sight. Even if I retake the star fortress, I still can't beat the mighty Abaddon in a head-on fight.
Faced with this situation, I glanced at the unfamiliar ceiling. Guess I'll just steal everything.
How can taking things from Chaos be called stealing? What do you mean, you lost using my intel and equipment? If you're bad at this, why not look for the problem in yourself?
Looking back at the wardrobe, with even his underwear stolen, the Warmaster would probably remember that afternoon when he failed to realize the other man was no longer a puppet.
What? You can't be a corrupt official once you're on the side of the Imperium? Not true. Watch me order these unruly peasants to work twelve hours a day and pay them a meager fifty Thrones a month. With room and board barely covering their needs, I'm sure I've become one of the Imperium's most notorious embezzlers.
By the way, my name is Zhang Ge, and I'm an ordinary man.
