Kasga Sherlock transmigrated.

(Ancient Holy Terra curse words), why did I transmigrate to the (Ancient Holy Terra curse words) Warhammer world!!!

And of all places, I transmigrated to Chemos, the homeworld of the Primarch Fulgrim!

As soon as I landed, I was targeted by Slaanesh, the Prince of Pleasure!

In the Warhammer world, the universe outside the material realm is called the Warp.

And in this Warp, there are four Chaos Gods.

Slaanesh is one of them.

Once a mortal attracts their attention, causing their soul to fall into their hands...

Then what awaits them is eternal and endless torment from the Chaos God after death.

And clearly, I had hit the jackpot.

“Hahahaha…!”

It doesn't matter if I couldn't live within the Sixth Ring Road in my last life!

In this life, I can stay in the 【Sixth Ring】 forever!

Of course, compared to what he saw and heard before him, these were just minor matters.

The most crucial thing was—

(Ancient Holy Terra curse words) Fulgrim, when did you (Ancient Holy Terra curse words) become a woman?!

Fulgrim, also translated as Fulgrim, nicknamed Fulgrim, Third Sister, Third Princess, Primarch of the Third Legion, the Emperor's Children.

In the Warhammer world, he is a perfect Legion leader, a Primarch most benevolent and compassionate towards mortals, a master swordsman specializing in neck attacks, a demigod who inspires humanity towards the future.

At the same time, he is also a Demon Prince who will eventually fall, a follower of the Prince of Pleasure, a snake spirit, a purple-skinned loach.

But!

No matter what, it is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely impossible for him to be a woman!

By the Throne above!!!

Kasga Sherlock knew that Fulgrim was the only Primarch in the original work who had been married.

But Kasga Sherlock would never have known that the marriage partner would be himself!

He was about to marry a Primarch!

He!

And Fulgrim!

Marrying!

Kasga Sherlock was drenched in sweat.

He felt chills creeping up his neck.

Gah!

I don't want to be a senior sister, I don't want to be a headless knight!

Even in his most blasphemous dreams in his previous life, this development was a bit too avant-garde.

The impact on his worldview was no less than the speeding dump truck twenty years ago that sent him here.

It was truly baffling.

“Are you… alright?”

Seeing Kasga Sherlock's sudden strong emotional outburst, Fulgrim stepped forward with concern, looking puzzled.

However, it’s not necessarily over yet!

Even if the Chaos God was watching and rejoicing at this moment.

Kasga Sherlock still had a final way to break free.

Yes, he could do it.

Having made up his mind, he smiled and spoke to the puzzled female Primarch:

“Fulgrim.”

“You are the most beautiful Chemos girl I have ever seen.”

...

“You have 【stars】 in your eyes.”

Kasga Sherlock's eyes were full of tenderness.

“However, as a descendant of the Sherlock family, I might need to go back and handle some matters.”

Smiling, Kasga Sherlock retreated rapidly at the fastest possible speed, waving goodbye.

Run away!

According to his memory, Fulgrim lived on this planet for a total of fifty years.

Then, she would join the Human Emperor who came to pick her up, participating in the Great Crusade that swept across the entire galaxy.

The Great Crusade would last for several centuries.

Until the Great Heresy occurred at the very end, Chemos, as the homeworld of the traitor legions, was utterly annihilated by the Lion.

He still had over two hundred years.

Regarding this, Kasga Sherlock was confident that he could die before the Great Heresy and the Exterminatus.

Although he didn't know if a Primarch turning into a woman would change the timeline, if he could reject her and then disappear into Chemos to live a peaceful life...

As someone mediocre and uninteresting, the Chaos God Slaanesh, who wielded the highest and most intense emotions, would naturally lose interest in him.

Even if the Primarch were to fall in the future, before that, Chemos would still usher in a new era.

Even if all this was as brilliant and fleeting as a meteor, even if the noble Fulgrim and the Third Legion would later become puppets of the Chaos God...

What did that have to do with Kasga Sherlock, a dead man?

Heresy breeds, my friend.

Transmigrating to the Warhammer world, one should just muddle through in a daze.

Any thoughts of changing or saving everything would only lead to greater suffering.

This was the eternal, unchanging rule of Warhammer.

...

“Stars?”

Hearing the compliment, Fulgrim bent down to look at him, her eyes filled with joy.

“You also know of the existence of stars?”

Just as Kasga Sherlock had described.

At that instant, he indeed saw countless sparkling stars in Fulgrim's pale purple pupils.

Kasga Sherlock, who was about to withdraw, had no time to react before the female Primarch’s fair and powerful hand firmly grasped his arm.

“Quick, come with me.”

...

Kasga Sherlock regretted it.

He shouldn't have been so playful.

He had forgotten that in the pervasive dust of Chemos, there would be no stars.

Except for him and Fulgrim, the 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 Karaxis.

The layout here was extremely complex.

Expanded machinery piled up in areas beyond their design, making the already narrow spaces even more cramped and congested.

Hot, humid. Bustling workers toiled here day in and day out, without a moment's rest.

There was no other way.

Chemos was originally just a planet that produced ore.

After the Warp storm that swept across the entire galaxy arrived, the people of Chemos, deprived of external supplies, had to find a glimmer of life in these steel behemoths.

Steel production lines were converted into food production, and metal refining facilities became water purification facilities.

It was difficult to use, and very inefficient.

But fortunately, they could still live.

They could only live.

Forgetting history, burning 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 opened by Fulgrim, Kasga Sherlock saw the children instantly illuminated with color.

“Sister Fu Gen!”

Cheering excitedly, over a dozen scrawny children living in this dark, cramped dormitory quickly gathered around.

They were all very young.

For no other reason than that, if they grew just a little bit older, they would have to go to the factory for sixteen hours of child labor every day.

These were all desperate measures humanity took to survive.

It was even said that before Fulgrim arrived, the children's situation was even worse.

But fortunately, they currently still had the right to enjoy what little “beautiful” childhood they had left.

...

It was time for Fulgrim to tell stories to the children.

As for the content of the stories, they came from the picture books Fulgrim's adoptive parents had left her, which depicted colors never seen in the bleak lives of the people of Chemos.

The pages were brittle and thin, but the ink was still vivid and lively.

Turning the book over, Kasga Sherlock leaned his head in to look at a page, which was a drawing of a warrior in purple armor fighting a gorgon.

Besides that, the book also depicted ancient gods and their lavish meals.

As she read aloud, the children for the first time understood that food, besides satisfying hunger, also had the concept of taste.

“Hooray!”

“I want to eat delicious starch sticks too!”

But it seemed they all interpreted it as different flavors of starch sticks.

“Food is not just starch sticks.”

Fulgrim corrected with a smile.

“Then Sister Fu Gen promised!”

“When we grow up, you’ll throw us a ‘feast’!”

“We’ll get to drink endless pure water and eat never-ending starch sticks!”

“Feast! Have a feast!”

“And you’ll show us plays! With big, tall theaters! Sister Fu Gen will sit in the theater and tell us the best, most interesting stories!”

“Watch plays!”

“I want to watch plays too!”

Young children were the most restless.

Under 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 stars, you must also know some legends from ancient times.”

“Could you tell them to the children, and to me?”

Stories...

Kasga Sherlock fell into contemplation.

In his heart, he already had the answer.

...

It was a story about the myriad stars in the sky.

Beyond the pervasive dust of Chemos, there was an boundless azure sky.

And above the azure sky, there were countless stars, big and small.

Each of them was the size of Chemos; each of them had countless humans living within.

But the humans living on these stars were not happy.

Among them, some planets had living conditions as bad as Chemos.

On some planets, though habitable, the people fought among themselves for profit.

And some planets suffered invasions by villains, who killed all the humans who dared to resist, and enslaved the rest forever.

Humanity was thus scattered among the stars.

They called out to each other in the darkness, but could no longer hear each other's replies.

Until, a hero stood up.

With his wisdom, he created flying mechanical birds, letting them carry seeds, and the barren lands bloomed with flowers.

He wrote books of truth with starlight, letting them guide the way, and lost people found their homeward beacons.

He conjured powerful angels with magic, letting them protect humanity, and the villains could only flee in shame.

Finally, after he successfully lit up all the stars—

He had the mechanical birds, under the protection of the angels, carry countless healthy, happy, rational, and resolute compatriots to meet.

Just as they had been ten thousand years ago before they separated, communicating and singing in the same language.

People laughed, gathering together again...

...

The fairy tale was over.

The children gradually drifted 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 speak of stories beyond our planet.”

Fulgrim smiled, gently wiping away Kasga Sherlock's tears from the corner of his eyes.

In the depths of her being, she already knew her mission.

To lead countless humans out of the dark age of ignorance, and to guide humanity back towards light, humanity, and wisdom.

This was her, Fulgrim, the Gene-Seed Primarch, her inherent goal.

Just like the hero in Kasga Sherlock's story.

But she was unwilling to stir up further conflict on the fragile Chemos.

A political marriage with the ruler of Fort Karaxis was the quickest 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 beauty and powerful strength, the allure of those “stars” that only existed in legends was truly dwarfed.

No one cared whether there would be countless beautiful, flickering lanterns in the sky.

The previous men from the Sherlock family she had met were the same.

To survive, the people of Chemos had forgotten too much, far 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. Kasga 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 Kasga Sherlock always seemed to give her an unexpected answer.

“No, Fulgrim. Not just Chemos.”

Kasga Sherlock reached out and tightly grasped her hand, his reddened eyes fixed on her, silent for a long, long time.

Like countless foolish but unyielding pioneers, having made some kind of decision, he spoke:

“What I want to save, is you.”

...

...

...

And so, little Kasga Sherlock's life was completely ruined.