In Warhammer, Playing Dragon Ball's Vegito

Lin Xiu was tossed by the System into the Warhammer 40K universe.

They say transmigrators who come here cry like a grot whose toes have been stepped on.

In this dark universe, there is nothing but endless war. Old Huang has long since taken his seat on the Golden Throne to watch the Custodes perform. The evil laughter of the Four Great Chaos Gods echoes among the stars. Astronomical numbers of Imperial Guardsmen serve as cannon fodder, carried aboard colossal ships crisscrossing the sea of stars and sent into one doomed alien battlefield after another. The Astartes still serve as Angels of Death, carrying out special assassination missions. The Sisters of Battle are all madwomen. Inquisitors raise Exterminatus decrees high, while Tech-Priest Magi burn incense and pray before their Titans. Only Lord Regent Guilliman has gone gray from worry over the war against the Tyranids, unaware that his big brother is about to return...

Everyone is a cheap or expensive coin spent by the Emperor, consumed in the Imperium of Man's war against xenos, heretics, daemons, and every kind of monster. They work themselves to death, prolonging the Imperium's ten-thousand-year reign. Everyone has a bright future ahead...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or people is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.