Dust in the Abyss: I Survived for a Thousand Years in Warhammer

The galaxy is burning with war, and all the stars are weeping blood. This is the 41st millennium, and the eternal war will never end. Lin Ye, a niche documentary blogger on the public account, was dragged by a subspace rift while he was staying up late typing words, and was transported to the orthodox Warhammer 40K dark universe. At the beginning, you fall into the lower levels of the industrial hive. There is poisonous fog, flesh and blood are cheap, legal sticks kill people at will, gang killings are common, those without brands are heretics, and those dressed in strange clothes are executed on the spot. He does not have the physique of a god of war, no halo of redemption, and no cheats that can crush everything. He only has the [General Memory Anchor] by his side, which allows him to memorize the weaknesses of all forces in the region, the secrets of the planet, the rules of survival, and the shortcomings of the evil god. The empire is decayed and ignorant, the state religion burns and kills heretics, the machine god worships the rusty gears, the Astra Militarum fills the line to die, chaos waits for the opportunity to gnaw on the soul, and the aliens are around to hunt and kill humans. There is never any good will in the galaxy, and everything eats mortals. I don't want to save the world, I don't want to be a god, I don't want to uphold the righteousness of the empire. The little people on Earth who are timid and cherish their lives and are well versed in human nature, just use information to make a living step by step: forge brands to avoid trial, win over low-level ants to survive, deal with gangs, legal affairs, and sects, stay away from the evil gods, and guard the last trace of humanity from the earth. From the sewage alley at the bottom of the hive city, rush to the endless abyss of the star sea. A grain of dust lives in the darkest galaxy for a thousand years and goes against fate.