[Funny] [Reversal of Fate] [Raising a Baby] [Big Boss] [Dad] [Big Melee] [Counter Routine]
In the 30th millennium, all tragedies are scripts.
The Four Gods play chess in the subspace, and the Eldar take the prophecy as their fate.
Only Qi Ran is a bug.
There is no such person in the subspace, fate cannot be counted on him, and the four gods cannot see him. Whenever he intervenes, the prophecy will be invalid and the future will be blank.
With three iron men who can harden the body, an AI that can create things out of thin air, and a starship that can only drift upstream in time, he is ready to tear up those tragedies written to death one by one.
The guys who will be called World Eaters, Night Lords, and Sons of Horus in the future are still cubs who haven't grown up yet.
Qi Ran waved his hand: Come on, call Brother Qi.
There were twenty rooms on the starship, and he planned to fill them all.
Oh, he kept dreaming about a big golden guy with a glowing head at night. It must be said that Qi Ran was his split second soul.
Qi Ran: Just be happy. Anyway, forget the dream when you wake up.
