I Transmigrated into Dragon Raja, but the System Insists It's Warhammer!

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System: “Welcome, Host. You have transmigrated to the Warhammer universe. Your mission is to defeat the Four Chaos Gods and the yellow rat sitting on the Golden Throne, and make humanity great again.”

Lin Ze: “I'm supposed to fight the Four Chaos Gods? System, are you serious?”

System: “Host, you have to believe in yourself! You can do it!”

Lin Ze: “So that's why you sent me straight into a daemon lair in the Warp?”

Lin Ze looked at the towering figure seated on a throne made from eight-legged steeds, surrounded by a dense crowd of terrifying humanoid monsters. He wanted nothing more than to strangle the System.

System: “Congratulations, Host, you've hit the jackpot! You just transmigrated and already ran into Tzeentch. Charge in boldly! The Emperor protects every citizen of the Imperium.”

Lin Ze: “System, what am I supposed to charge in with?”

System: “Ding! The Host has been awarded a beginner's gift pack: a chainsword. You can go in now, right?”

Lin Ze: “System, you son of a”