Warhammer: I Can Spawn Troops Without Limit

Warhammer 40K, on the eve of the Great Rift. Sanguinius is dead, Guilliman sleeps, and the Emperor sits motionless upon the Golden Throne. Abaddon’s iron hooves thunder toward Cadia, while the whispers of the Chaos Gods gnaw at every corner. Hive Fleets cross the galaxy, and the Orks’ WAAAGH! shakes the heavens. A corporate drone from the 21st century transmigrates into the governor of a wasteland planet on the fringes of the Imperium, awakening the [People’s Livelihood Troop-Raising System]. As long as he gives the people a good life, he can accumulate reputation and raise troops without limit. When the Great Rift tears open the heart of the galaxy, Chaos Daemons pour out of every shadow. The farmers’ “Grandfather Jin Kela”; the governor who’s best at farming in the Warhammer World; the current owner of Sanguinius’s pendant; the first person to send Guilliman a letter of condolence after he awoke (no reply); the nightmare of Abaddon’s Black Legion; the individual marked “inedible” by the Hive Mind; the STC bootlegger on the Adeptus Mechanicus’s secret wanted list in the eyes of the Orks; the person the Imperium’s Tithe officials least want to see in their lives squats on a field ridge on Green Valley and studies the fertilizer mix for next season. “What do you mean, humanity’s last line of defense? Can you let me finish spring planting first?” “Nothing fancy. I just have a lot of soldiers!”