Warhammer: Pickles and Rice Porridge, Have I Become the Second Emperor?

Lin En transmigrated into the world of Warhammer 40K and became a Blood Angels Space Marine.

But his armor was stripped away, his weapons confiscated, and he was left alone on a planet controlled by a Chaos Warband.

The only people he could rely on were a priest from a secret church and a few apprentices who couldn't hurt a fly.

Just as all hope seemed lost, the Reputation System arrived.

Collect reputation, and you can exchange it for a vast array of supplies.

"Exchange for 8,000 servings of pickled vegetables and rice porridge!"

"Citizens of the Imperium, once you've eaten this porridge, let's stand together against the traitors!"

The people: "Lord Lin En, you've given us a new lease on life!"

[Reputation increased!]

[Shop upgraded!]

"Exchange for 30,000 finely crafted Inferno pistols!"

"Citizens of the Imperium, take up your guns and drive the traitors from our home!"

The people: "We'll stand with Lord Lin En to the end!"

[Reputation increased!]

[Shop upgraded!]

"Exchange for 500,000 Strength and 500,000 Agility!"

"Citizens of the Imperium, charge with me and kill Abaddon, the mastermind behind this disaster!"

The people: "Where did Lord Lin En go?"

The people: "Up ahead... Abaddon has already been executed. I only blinked. Who knows what happened?"

"Exchange for... uh, one million Titans and a hundred thousand warships."

[System: That'll cost quite a lot of reputation, sir.]

"I know. And throw in a few more extra-large Blackstone Fortresses."

Guilliman, Lion, Cawl, Trajann Valoris: "Your Majesty, the Golden Throne is this way. Please, take a seat."