Godlike? I, a Space Marine, Am a Force of Nature!

I traversed a world of superhuman beings, only to be severely wounded by gluttonous minions. On the verge of death, the Space Marine forced conscription system activated. As my Mark X power armor was engulfed in flames, and my explosive rifles roared, tearing apart the intruders, I realized—this world knew nothing of "war." The Emperor's angel of death had arrived, and this was merely the beginning of purification. Pain. This was the only thing I could still clearly perceive, like a red-hot iron rod churning inside my abdomen. With each breath, I tasted the metallic rust rising from my throat and the nauseating smell of my charred internal organs. My vision was of a shattered sky, thick with...