Kasjia had transmigrated.
(Ancient Holy Terran curse word), how the hell did I end up in the (Ancient Holy Terran curse word) Warhammer world!!!
And of all the rotten luck, I ended up on Chemos, the homeworld of the Primarch Fulgrim!
And I was targeted by the Prince of Pleasure, Slaanesh, the moment I arrived!
In the world of Warhammer, the universe that exists beyond the material realm is called the Warp.
And in the Warp, there are four Chaos Gods.
Slaanesh is one of them.
Once a mortal catches their attention, causing their soul to fall into their grasp...
...what awaits them is eternal, endless torment from the Chaos God after death.
And clearly, he had already hit the jackpot.
"Hahaha!"
It didn't matter that I couldn't live within the Sixth Ring Road in my past life!
In this life, I get to stay in the Sixth Circle forever!
Of course, compared to what he was seeing and hearing right now, these were all minor issues.
The most critical thing was—
(Ancient Holy Terran curse word) Fulgrim, since when the (Ancient Holy Terran curse word) are you a woman?!
Fulgrim, also known as the Phoenician, nicknamed the "Dame of Delight," "Third Sister," "Third Princess," was the Primarch of the Third Legion, the Emperor's Children.
In the world of Warhammer, he was a perfect legion commander, a primarch most merciful and compassionate towards mortals, a master swordsman with a specialty for necks, and a demigod who would enlighten humanity towards the future.
At the same time, he was also a Daemon Prince destined to fall, a devotee of the Prince of Pleasure, a certified lunatic, and a purple-skinned serpent.
But!
No matter what, he should absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not be a woman!
Throne above!!!
Kasjia knew that Fulgrim was the only primarch in the original lore to have ever been married.
But Kasjia could never have known that the marriage partner would be him!
He was about to marry a Primarch!
Him!
With Fulgrim!
Married!
Kasjia broke out in a cold sweat.
He felt a chill seeping from the back of his neck.
Gah!
I don't want my head to get lopped off! I don't want to be the Headless Horseman!
Even in the most blasphemous dreams of his past life, this development was a bit too avant-garde.
The shock to his worldview was no less than that of the speeding dump truck that had sent him here twenty years ago.
It was all so confusing.
"Are you alright?"
Seeing Kasjia suddenly erupt with intense emotional fluctuations, Fulgrim stepped forward with a concerned and puzzled look.
However, to say it was all over wasn't necessarily true!
Even if the Chaos God was watching, rejoicing right now.
Kasjia still had one last way to break the deadlock.
Yes, he could do it.
With his mind made up, he smiled at the bewildered female Primarch and said:
"Fulgrim."
"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen on Chemos."
"Your eyes hold the stars."
Kasjia's eyes were filled with affection.
"However, as a son of the Sherlock family, I probably need to go back and handle some things."
Smiling, Kasjia backed away as quickly as he could, waving goodbye.
Run!
According to his memory, Fulgrim lived on this planet for a total of fifty years.
Then she would join the Emperor of Mankind, who would come to pick her up, and participate in the Great Crusade that would sweep across the entire galaxy.
The Great Crusade would last for several hundred years.
Until the final Great Betrayal, when Chemos, as the homeworld of a traitor legion, would be blown to smithereens by Lion El'Jonson.
He still had more than two hundred years.
With this in mind, Kasjia was confident that he could die before the Great Betrayal and the Exterminatus.
Although he didn't know if the Primarch becoming a woman would change the timeline, if he could reject her and live out his life peacefully on Chemos...
...as a mediocre and uninteresting person, surely the Chaos God Slaanesh, master of supreme and extreme emotions, would lose interest in him.
Even if the Primarch would fall in the future, before that, Chemos would still experience a new era.
Even if it was all as brilliant and fleeting as a meteor, even if the noble Fulgrim and the Third Legion would become puppets of a Chaos God...
...what did that have to do with Kasjia, a dead man?
To think is to be tempted by heresy, my friend.
Having transmigrated into the Warhammer world, one should just muddle through life aimlessly.
Any thought of changing or saving anything would only lead to greater suffering.
This was the unchanging rule of Warhammer.
"Stars?"
Hearing his compliment, Fulgrim bent down to look at him, her eyes filled with delight.
"You know about the existence of stars too?"
Just as Kasjia had described.
In that instant, he truly saw a thousand brilliant stars within Fulgrim's pale purple pupils.
Before Kasjia, who was about to retreat, could react, the female Primarch's fair and powerful hand firmly gripped his arm.
"Quick, come with me."
Kasjia regretted it.
He shouldn't have been so cheeky.
He had forgotten that in the dust-filled skies of Chemos, there were no stars.
Except for him and Fulgrim, two outsiders, no one would remember that stars twinkled beyond their world.
Now, he was being led by the Primarch with an irresistible force, walking through the lower factories of Kalliston.
The layout here was extremely complex.
Expanded machinery piled up in areas beyond their original design, making the already narrow spaces even more crowded.
Hot, humid. The bustling workers toiled here all day, without a moment's rest.
It couldn't be helped.
Chemos was originally just a mining planet. After the Warp storms that swept the galaxy arrived, the people of Chemos, cut off from outside supplies, had to find a sliver of life from these steel behemoths.
Pipelines for producing steel were converted to produce food, and facilities for refining metal were converted to refine water.
It was difficult and inefficient.
But at least they were still alive.
And that was all they could do, just live.
Forget history, burn books.
Endless labor.
Everything on this planet served the purpose of survival.
After many twists and turns, Fulgrim finally stopped in front of a low, dilapidated door.
Through the door that Fulgrim opened, Kasjia saw a group of children whose faces instantly lit up with color.
"Sister Fulgrim!"
Cheering joyfully, the dozen or so skinny children living in this dark, small dormitory quickly surrounded her.
They were all very young.
For the simple reason that once they were even a little older, they would have to go to the factory for sixteen hours of child labor each day.
These were all desperate measures for humanity's survival.
He had even heard that before Fulgrim arrived, the children's situation was much worse.
But thankfully, for now, they still had the right to enjoy what little was left of a "beautiful" childhood.
It was time for Fulgrim to tell the children stories.
The content of the stories came from a picture book left to Fulgrim by her adoptive parents, which depicted colors that the people of Chemos had never seen in their grey lives.
The pages were brittle and thin, but the ink was still vivid.
Turning the book over, Kasjia leaned in to see a page with a picture of a warrior in purple armor fighting a gorgon.
Besides that, the book also depicted ancient gods and their lavish meals.
As she read, the children understood for the first time that food had a concept called "flavor" beyond just sating hunger.
"Yay!"
"I want to eat delicious starch sticks too!"
But it seemed they all interpreted it as starch sticks of different flavors.
"Food isn't just starch sticks," Fulgrim corrected with a smile.
"Then it's a promise, Sister Fulgrim!"
"When we grow up, you'll hold a 'feast' for us!"
"We'll be able to drink endless pure water and eat never-ending starch sticks!"
"A feast! Let's have a feast!"
"And you'll show us plays! In a big, tall theater! Sister Fulgrim will sit in the theater and tell us the best, most interesting stories!"
"See a play!"
"I want to see a play too!"
Young children are the most restless.
Fueled by Fulgrim's promise of the future, they were excitedly bouncing around the room.
"Mr. Sherlock."
At this moment, Fulgrim turned her head to look behind her. "Since you mentioned the stars, you must know some legends from the ancient times."
"Could you tell them to the children, and to me?"
A story...
Kasjia fell into deep thought.
In his heart, he already had an answer.
It was a story about the thousand stars in the sky.
Beyond the dust-filled skies of Chemos, there was a boundless, azure sky.
And above the azure sky, there were countless stars, big and small.
Each of them was as large as Chemos; each of them was inhabited by countless humans.
But the humans living on these stars were not happy.
Among them, some planets had environments as poor as Chemos.
Some planets were habitable, but the people on them killed each other for profit.
And some planets were invaded by villains. All the humans on the planet who dared to resist were killed by them, and the rest were subjected to their eternal slavery.
Humanity was thus scattered among the stars.
They called out to each other in the darkness, but could no longer hear any reply.
Until, a brave hero stood up.
He used his wisdom to create flying machine birds, which brought back seeds, and the wasteland bloomed with flowers.
He wrote books of truth with starlight, which pointed the way forward, and the lost people found a beacon to guide them home.
He used magic to create powerful angels to protect humanity, and the villains could only flee in disgrace.
In the very end, when he had successfully lit up all the stars—
He had the machine birds, under the protection of the angels, carry countless healthy, happy, rational, and resolute compatriots to meet each other.
Like thousands of years ago, before they were separated, they communicated and sang in the same language.
The people laughed, reunited once more...
The fairy tale was over.
The children had gradually drifted off into sweet dreams.
And the only one who didn't want to wake up was him.
"Mr. Sherlock, you are the first person, besides my adoptive parents, to mention stories from beyond our planet."
Fulgrim smiled, gently wiping the tears from the corner of Kasjia's eyes.
In the depths of her being, she had long known her mission.
To lead countless humans out of the dark age of ignorance, and guide humanity back towards light, humanism, and wisdom.
This was her, Primarch Fulgrim's, innate goal.
Just like the hero in Kasjia's story.
But she did not wish to stir up more conflict on the fragile Chemos.
A political marriage with the rulers of the Kalliston Fortress was the fastest way she could think of to improve the world.
However, she seemed to have overestimated the significance of ideals and the sky to the people of Chemos.
Compared to Fulgrim's perfect appearance and powerful strength, the allure of the "stars" that only existed in legends was rather lackluster.
No one cared whether there were countless beautiful lanterns, twinkling on and off, in the sky.
The previous men from the Sherlock family she had met were the same.
In order to survive, the people of Chemos had forgotten too much.
But today, she seemed to have met a like-minded companion.
Someone who remembered that art and beauty, ideals and dreams, still existed.
She felt his passion.
"Mr. Kasjia Sherlock."
"Are you willing to join me, just like in the story, to save this Chemos that has forgotten the starry sky above its head?"
She extended her hand, offering an olive branch to the young man before her.
And Kasjia, it seemed, could always give her an unexpected answer.
"No, Fulgrim. Not just Chemos."
Kasjia reached out and grasped her hand tightly, his reddened eyes staring at her, silent for a long, long time.
Like countless foolish but relentless pioneers before him, he made a decision and spoke:
"What I want to save... is you."
And just like that, little Kasjia's life was completely ruined
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