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Lu Jie stayed in the dormitory all night playing "Warhammer 40K", and when he opened his eyes again, his whole body was filled with energy tubes. The golden throne burned his spine, and the light of the star torch was gradually dimming. From the depths of Terra's palace came the psychic scream of rebellion. He realized with horror that he had become the ten thousand-year-old living corpse - the Emperor of Mankind. The moment Lu Jie opened his eyes, he was overwhelmed by boundless pain. This pain does not come from flesh and blood - the body that once carried the greatest hope and power of mankind is now more like a decaying statue of a god that has been forcibly nailed to an icy throne. The pain originated from the depths of his soul and from the core of his consciousness, like billions of red-hot steel needles repeatedly piercing every corner of his existence. "Can't Chaos work this time?" He endured the severe pain and mobilized his spiritual energy. The star torch that was about to go out suddenly burst into light that pierced the Milky Way.