Fang Wu woke up in the filth at the bottom of the hive city, with inferior nutritional ointment burning his throat.
Rusty pipes buzzed and vibrated overhead like the veins of a giant beast.
He found that he had become a plumber numbered Xin-Gu, and his memory was filled with unfamiliar prayers and survival rules.
When the red-robed figure of the Mechanicus appeared at the end of the narrow passage, Fang Wu realized——
——The gears of this world have begun to grind towards this foreign soul that should not exist.
Warhammer 40k fan fiction
