[Warhammer 40K] Please Don't Cry When You Transmigrate into the GW Universe

Warning: This is an apocryphal text for the group-funded novel Hammer Time: The Unfortunate Warhammer Journey of the Hammers. It's an apocryphal work of an apocryphal work, which we generally call fanfiction of a fanfiction.

The characters will be introduced in the author's notes. The story mainly focuses on the characters created by members of the group.

The characters are based on real people. If you're a fan of anyone they're based on, please read with caution.

On a distant 3k timeline, Luojia created a group with a thousand members.

Among the members with purple titles were star gods and greater daemons, greenskins and Astartes. The worthy gathered for a grand occasion, a veritable host of immortals.

Then, one day, everyone transmigrated. The mysterious god of transmigration assigned everyone a new identity based on the title that group owner Luojia had given them. Some became gene slaves in the underhive, while others were reincarnated into the aristocracy of Terra.

And you stared at the dazzling [Lucius] in your group profile, tears streaming down your face. Ah, damn it! I just joined the group. How could I be this unlucky? I don't want to become the plaything of the Prince of Pleasure!

The god of transmigration heard your cries and, in a rare act of mercy, tossed you into the 30k era. Here, along with some other group members who had landed in this time period, you must do your best to survive in the Warhammer universe until you find a way home.

Theme: Humanity's unyielding spirit is an immortal hymn.