Warhammer: Never Die in a Hundred Battles

He opened his eyes to hell.

Takus, an ordinary overworked office drone, woke to find himself a newly transformed Astartes recruit in the Warhammer 40K universe. His Secondary Heart was still bleeding, his Black Carapace hadn't finished growing, and he had barely gotten used to his Power Armour when...

The Chaos Fleet came knocking.

[Ding! Cheat System activated. Automatic healing: 5% of total bodily functions restored every second.]

No beginner's tutorial. No escape route. No protagonist plot armor.

Takus gripped his boltgun and, alongside ninety-nine equally bewildered recruits, was thrown into the bloodiest meat grinder of the Great Crusade.

He watched his comrades torn apart by Psykers, veterans possessed by demons, and hope swallowed bit by bit by Chaos.

There was only one belief keeping him alive:

As long as he was still standing, he would fight to the death.

(This is a gritty, slow-burn novel with no mindless power fantasy. The System is only there to help. Real growth is earned in blood and tears.)