I Am a Sleeping Ancient Mechanical Soul in Warhammer

I am an ancient mechanical soul from the dark age of technology. After sleeping for thousands of years, I woke up when the great rift tore the galaxy apart in Warhammer 40k. My body contains the most taboo mechanical implant of the old era, and what I am on is a large cruiser that was once lost in the star sea and now belongs to the Rogue Trader family. On the deck, the monks of the Adeptus Mechanicus scanned every corner with scrutinizing eyes, and the doctrine of the empire and the whispers of chaos echoed in the cabins. Slaanesh's allure wound like silk around my consciousness, seducing me into the abyss of pleasure. But with the machine as my bones and the immortal ancient will as my blade, in this cruel 41st millennium, on the edge of the rift and surrounded by demons, I gradually uncovered the secrets that had been dormant for thousands of years, and in the darkness of the galaxy, I walked out on a path of survival that belongs exclusively to the remnant soul. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.