Warhammer: A Thousand-Year Crusade

When my consciousness first awakened in this gene-enhanced body, more than two meters tall, three things immediately became clear:

1. I had transmigrated, and not to some easygoing fantasy world where I could build a harem;

2. I was now an Adeptus Astartes, an Angel of Death for the Emperor and a living weapon of the Imperium of Man;

3. My best friend was probably somewhere laughing himself breathless, because before I transmigrated, I’d just mocked him by saying, “A Space Marine is just a walking tin can, isn’t he?”

Welcome to the forty-first millennium of human history. This is an age when the galaxy burns, the Emperor sits silent upon the Golden Throne, Chaos whispers in the Warp, and xenos rampage among the stars. And I, Hector Augustus von Starfall, an ordinary person who should have been typing away in an office, must now wield a Chainsword against the universe’s most terrible nightmares.

This is the story of how one transmigrant holds on to his humanity, and his sense of humor, on the cruelest battlefields.

So buckle on your armor, check your bolter, and remember three rules for survival:

1. Never touch anything that glows green;

2. An Inquisitor’s strange smile is more frightening than Chaos;

3. Most importantly, don’t die, or at least don’t die too pathetically.

May the Emperor... no, may your sense of humor be with you.

Hector Augustus von Starfall