I, the Warhammer Death King, Hold a Grand Banquet

My name is Ye Chuan, and in reality I am a vegetative person full of tubes. The good news is that I have bound the [Death Settlement System] and can be reborn infinitely in Medieval Warhammer. The bad news is that the more tragic and heroic the death, the higher the score and the stronger the entry will be. C level is a shame, S level is faith. So, I realized it. When human prisoners are impaled? C grade, shameful. When the imperial soldiers stole gunpowder and blew up the Lord of Changes Beast Spirit Stone? Grade B, barely watchable. When the Goblin Shaman and the Dwarf Butcher fell into each other's arms? Grade A, just okay. When a rat-man spy instigates a three-way war and dies with a smile on his face? S level! I was busy writing entries and had no time to care about my affairs. Who knows—— My comrades will remember my smile until they die. The Goblin clan respects me as the "Mushroom Prophet." The Skaven believe that I am the Horned Rat incarnate. Every race interprets my utilitarian operation as divine will. Listening to those outrageous legends, I almost died laughing when I woke up in my new body. From humans to greenskins, from ratmen to dwarves, I tried every grand way to die. The more entries I read, the more my mythical body gradually took shape. When the army of chaos presses on the territory, the final moment comes—— Those ethnic groups who have been plotted against me, saved by me, and whose name has been praised by me will all assemble under the same banner. They asked me how to fight this battle. I smiled and said, "Let's have a dinner."