"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" cried a handsome man with black hair, dark eyes, and a pale complexion, standing amidst the emerald-green fields.
His name was Ron, a young office worker from the 21st century. Last night, he stayed up late playing Warhammer, his heart racing as he fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself here.
"This isn't time travel, this is a dream!" Ron was convinced.
He was surrounded by beauties! The meadows and riverbanks were filled with girls of all kinds.
Beautiful beast girls, high heels, black stockings, and long legs—all of it pierced his imagination.
Even more shockingly, he could vaguely recognize many faces from his E-drive, including some 2D wives.
Lara? Tifa? Ayaka? This dream truly had everything...
Since he was already there, Ron decided to enjoy the dream. He approached the girls, hoping to chat.
But an inexplicable sense of danger stopped him.
"Something feels off, like I've forgotten something..." Ron surveyed his surroundings cautiously. The gentle breeze, the sweet scent of flowers, the solid earth beneath his feet—everything felt so real.
Too real!
As Ron hesitated, the sweet aroma in the air intensified, permeating his heart. The surge of hormones clouded his judgment.
It was just a dream, wasn't it? What if he woke up?
By the time Ron regained consciousness, he was already in front of the girls. They looked at him expectantly.
"Come on!" "I'm in so much pain." "Sir, can you hold me?"
A trembling voice, tingling and numb, like a demonic whisper, broke Ron's defenses.
No matter! Ron couldn't contain his inner desire, letting it run rampant, sinking into depravity.
In an instant, darkness enveloped everything. His consciousness seemed to plummet into an endless abyss...
What on earth was this place? Ron's remaining consciousness pondered this question as it faded into oblivion.
On the verge of his demise, a sudden beam of light shone through.
A mysterious, warm force awakened Ron's consciousness, bringing him clarity.
"I remember!"
Ron snapped his eyes open, taking in his surroundings.
Verdant fields, alluring fragrances, soft bodies, and endless pleasure.
"Wow, isn't this setting the Palace of Slaanesh?"
That's right, Ron had traveled through time!
Last night, he was gaming and joking with his friends: "God-Emperor above, Slaanesh below." He had typed: "If I enter Warhammer, I will join Slaanesh..."
Before he could finish, he lost consciousness, traveling to Warhammer 40,000!
Ron was stunned. Jokes aside, how could this be serious?
The world of Warhammer 40,000 was harsh, leaving little hope for ordinary people.
Either he served as cannon fodder on the front lines or worked himself to death in the Empire's factories.
Happy deaths, at least, contributed to the God-Emperor's cause.
Even worse was corruption by the Chaos Gods, twisted into monstrous beings.
Tragically, Ron had fallen into the hands of an evil god.
This was Slaanesh's palace!
The evil god was irresistible, a hermaphrodite deity of pleasure.
Oh no, I've become a Slaanesh follower!
Ron was desperate, fearing he'd be torn apart by Slaanesh.
No, he wasn't worthy. Only a Primarch or Daemon Prince could be torn apart by Slaanesh.
And he was in the third ring of Slaanesh's Palace—the Ring of Lust!
The girls seemed real and alluring, but Ron knew they were Slaanesh's harpies.
They seduced followers, twisting them into monstrous creatures amidst extreme pleasure!
This was the end. Starting with such intensity was overwhelming.
Ron struggled to stay clear-headed, pushing the succubi away, but they surrounded him again.
"Am I not beautiful?" "I'll please you." "You're my slave tonight."
"Get out of my way!" Ron shouted, shoving Tifa aside and flipping over the succubus.
He saw the truth—twisted bodies, hideous faces, black holes for eyes.
Their long tongues licked his body, leaving a sticky liquid.
Slaanesh's succubi!
Ron resisted, his willpower fighting the desire.
He didn't want to be Slaanesh's fodder!
But the corruption had begun—his hands twisted into dark claws.
What should he do?
A flash of inspiration struck Ron: the God-Emperor!
With titles like Emperor, Immortal Emperor, and Great God-Emperor, he was a real entity with god-like powers.
Ron decided to pray for the God-Emperor's protection, pledging his loyalty.
He closed his eyes and prayed:
"With every ounce of strength,
every ounce of will,
every fiber of my soul,
I swear:
my soul and faith
belong to the Immortal Emperor,
the Shepherd of Humanity!"
But the prayer had no effect; the corruption deepened.
Ron's skin peeled, his eyeballs loosened. He was becoming a monster!
Despair overwhelmed him, but he continued praying fervently.
"Please watch over your servants and protect me in this danger!"
The prayer ended, nothing happened.
As he lost consciousness, Ron saw the sun—a huge, cold sun in the void!
Praise the sun ~ Praise the God-Emperor!
(End of Chapter)