After transmigrating into Warhammer 40K, Long Aotian acquires the [Creator Entertainment Module].
As long as he loudly delivers a sufficiently over-the-top line in public, anything he names temporarily gains an absurd ability.
The catch is that he can’t feel embarrassed. The moment he thinks, “This is so awkward,” the ability immediately stops working.
And so, in a universe so dark it inspires despair, a chuunibyo at 100% purity is forced to step forward.
The Sisters of Battle consider him a Living Saint sent by the God-Emperor. The Adeptus Mechanicus kneel and pray before his love-powered microwave. Tzeentch, the cleverest of the Chaos Gods, is bamboozled by his random bouts of madness and crashes on the spot.
Even the Emperor, silent upon the Golden Throne for ten thousand years, broadcasts across the entire galaxy during the final battle:
“...I hereby grant you permission to sit on the armrest.”
Long Aotian scratches his head. “So I really am a god?”
The Emperor pauses in silence. “...I decide that.”
Long Aotian puts his hands on his hips. “All right, I’ll go with that.”
Not bad, come on
The smell of AI is a bit strong
In my personal opinion, this is just a piece of cake.