Transmigrate into Warhammer: Mastering Hyper Zetton

[Dark Fantasy] + [System] + [Fanfiction] + [Warhammer 40K] + [Dictatorship] + [Heretic from the start]

My name is Zheng Min. I died.

After death, guided by a System, I transmigrated to Warhammer 40K, the most desperate corner of the universe.

I opened my eyes to a slaughterhouse, with Tyranids devouring the Astra Militarum.

Ding!

[Host soul frequency matches "Fragment". Compatible entity: Hyper Zetton, larval form. Alien Baltan genetic memory database: unlocked.]

I command the universe's mightiest creature, Hyper Zetton.

I can even build kaiju weapons with my bare hands.

And to make matters worse, it feeds on despair.

The Warhammer universe has no shortage of despair.

The Four Gods are watching me from the Warp.

The Inquisition is ready to issue an Exterminatus order at any moment.

Yet humanity kneels before me, trembling as they ask: What can you give us?

I smile.

"I can give you technology. Hope to survive. And a god more reliable than the Emperor."

"And the price?" they ask.

"Your faith."

"And..."

I look up at the army made up of Hyper Zettons.

"The despair of the entire universe."