Warhammer: I Am Not the Chosen of Khorne

[Time Travel + Warhammer] Ye Xiu has been sitting in the corner of the library for 19 hours. Outside the window, the early winter raindrops beat on the glass, reflecting tiny spots of light under the desk lamp. The last revised page of the graduation thesis was displayed on the computer screen, and the cursor flashed stubbornly after the word "Conclusion". "Damn history department..." He muttered, rubbing his sore eyes. The instructor's comment about "insufficient theoretical depth" was like a thorn in my heart. The "General History of the World" and "On War" on the bookshelf cast long shadows under the dim light, as if mocking the powerlessness of him as an undergraduate. At 1:47 in the morning, the closing music sounded for the third time. The footsteps of the administrator Aunt Wang came closer and closer: "Xiaoye, it's closing. Come back tomorrow." "It'll be ready soon, Aunt Wang!" Ye Xiu hurriedly saved the document, but accidentally knocked over the coffee cup with his elbow. The brown liquid spread on the tiles, very much like those ancient battlefields on the map that he could never remember. Suddenly, a sharp headache came over me. Ye Xiu's vision went dark and the coffee cup in his hand fell to the ground. He tried to call for help, but no sound came out of his throat. My vision began to distort, the ceiling of the library turned into a rotating vortex, and the covers of the books on the bookshelf began to melt, like wax figures burned by high temperatures... "What... Is this place?"