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Aunt Cai, wearing a red armband, stood in front of the trash can that needed to be sorted, and shouted to Wang Xiaoliang: "Xiaoliang, what kind of garbage are you?" Wang Xiaoliang's eyes widened and his mouth was dry. Aunt Cai was a real aunt, not sexy and beautiful. The reason why his mouth was dry was because Aunt Cai had been dead for two months... This may be an extraordinary story for ordinary people.

"I want to build a ninja village of my own!" "I want to form my own pirate group!" "I want to set up a magic school!" The people in the corner were passionately discussing the future, but it did not affect Liu Haodong. He was now wondering, "Warhammer 40K? What kind of world is this? The identity of us people is still the 'tithe tax', treating people as taxes?" The organization that receives their taxes is called the World Eaters Legion. Using people as taxes, what kind of hell is this world? Fortunately, the reincarnation players in the same group are all good young people with ideals and ambitions. They believe that as long as everyone works together, we will have a bright future in the Warhammer 40K world. A few people in the corner agreed, "As long as we live in wealth and honor, we will never forget each other." With hopes for a better future, they entered the arena of the World Eaters Legion...