Traveling to Warhammer 40K, Long Aotian obtained the [Creator Entertainment Module].
As long as he reads out enough lines in front of everyone, the thing named by him will temporarily gain outrageous abilities.
The price is not to feel ashamed - once you feel "so embarrassed", your ability will immediately cease.
So in this despairingly dark universe, a 100% pure chuunibyou was forced to stand up.
The Sisters of Battle regarded him as a living saint descended from the God-Emperor. The Adeptus Mechanicus knelt down and prayed to him using a microwave oven that generated electricity. Tzeentch, the smartest of the four gods of Chaos, was fooled by his random madness tactics to the point of death on the spot.
Even the Emperor, who had been silent for thousands of years on the Golden Throne, issued a galaxy-wide broadcast during the final battle:
"... I give you permission to sit on the armrest."
Long Aotian scratched his head: "So, am I really a god?"
The emperor was silent for a moment: "... I have the final say."
Long Aotian put his hands on his hips: "Okay, then I admit it."
Reader comments
Not bad, come on
The smell of AI is a bit strong
In my personal opinion, this is just a piece of cake.
Not bad, come on
The smell of AI is a bit strong
In my personal opinion, this is just a piece of cake.