Chapter 1: You, Saint Guilliman?

In the capital of the Underworld System, Asford Star, within a ruined district of Fedia City.

Zhou Yun’s head emerged from an Arbitrary Ring, cautiously surveying the ruined district.

Fedia City is ancient, its founding dating back to the Dark Age before the Emperor began the Great Crusade.

Over its long history, many districts were abandoned, buried, and forgotten.

Many mutants, psykers, and cultists rejected by the Imperium secretly hid within these buried districts, lurking in the darkness.

Even so, scavengers like Zhou Yun still risked entering these ruins.

After all, these ruins might conceal valuable items, and with luck, even ancient technological artifacts.

That would mean great wealth—provided the digger didn’t lose his life in the process.

Zhou Yun looked out and saw the twin crimson suns pouring radiation-laced sunlight through the shattered dome, illuminating collapsed buildings and abandoned machinery, while partially revealing thick pipes as tall as a man amid the rubble.

Noticing these pipes, Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Looks like actinium pipes? Could this be an abandoned old actinium plant?”

After confirming no immediate danger, Zhou Yun crawled out of the Arbitrary Ring, took the golden ring from the wall, and shoved it into the white pocket on his abdomen.

The ring, one meter in diameter, was stuffed into a white pocket no bigger than a palm.

He stepped over rubble to the nearest section of abandoned pipe.

The pipe was half-buried in ruins, its steel surface coated in powdery crimson rust.

Yet the double-headed eagle emblem and the Viceroy Flax family crest were still faintly visible.

The presence of Imperial and Viceroy markings indicated this pipe was a product of the post-Great Crusade era.

Judging by the extent of corrosion, it had likely been buried for two or three centuries.

Zhou Yun wrapped his arms around the pipe and pressed the white pocket on his abdomen against it.

The pipe, two meters high and five to six meters long, flowed like liquid into the white pocket on his abdomen.

[Item Name: Actinium Transport Pipe]

[Origin: Underworld Shield System – Asford Star – Mechanical Spire]

[Evaluation: Actinium is the blood of the hive city; this is its vein.]

[Manufactured: 705.M41]

[Condition: Heavily Damaged]

[Value: 500 credits]

“Sure enough, an actinium pipe. Too bad it’s wrecked beyond repair.”

Zhou Yun couldn’t help shaking his head; this pipe was worth only 500 credits—nowhere near enough to buy an Arbitrary Door.

Thinking of the price of the Arbitrary Door at the “Future Department Store,” Zhou Yun felt a slight stomach ache.

If he didn’t save more credits to buy the Arbitrary Door, he’d end up feeding his biomass to the Great Devourer along with Asford Star.

In his past life, Zhou Yun was a newbie Warhammer fan living in humanity’s Third Millennium of Peace.

He had just bought the Leviathan Big Pack and hadn’t even opened it before being transported to this Asford Star.

The human empire, the Underworld Shield System, the civilized world of Asford.

The planet’s Viceroy, Augustus Flax, was clearly the reincarnation of the Wanli Emperor of Ming Dynasty, experimenting with anarchism in the 41st millennium, governing with unwavering neglect.

This had left the planet’s internal security in shambles, with all manner of gangs and criminal organizations running rampant.

Yet upon arriving in this world, Zhou Yun felt a flicker of relief.

Compared to true hive worlds, death worlds, or forge worlds, Asford Star—despite its two toxic suns—was relatively habitable; average lifespan was nearly thirty, nearly matching Macragge.

With enough luck, Zhou Yun might even live out a quiet, unremarkable life.

But once he learned the timeline of his arrival, his relief vanished.

By the Four-Armed God-Emperor, this was now 999.M41.

In the near future, the Leviathan Hive Fleet of the Great Devourer would arrive here.

The true target of the Leviathan Hive Fleet was the Blood Angels’ homeworld of Baal, and the Underworld System lay directly in its path.

In the not-so-distant future, the Astra Militarum, the Sisters of Battle, the Blood Angels, the Tyranids, even the Necrons and their Star-God Pokémon, would till this land of Asford, ultimately reducing the entire system to ash.

If Zhou Yun didn’t want to become a dead casualty in this brutal war, his only option was:

The fourth-dimensional pocket on his abdomen—the Doraemon fourth-dimensional pocket.

Good news: Zhou Yun had arrived with a cheat.

Bad news: It was pay-to-use.

Like in the anime, those miraculous items that defied physics—or even created universes—had to be rented or purchased from the Future Department Store.

Zhou Yun could exchange items recovered from the real universe for currency to buy or rent gear.

But for the most miraculous items—the phone booth, the time machine, the Tomorrow Notebook, the Demon Passport—

Their exorbitant prices left him feeling utterly out of reach.

He had to focus on cheaper items that could help him escape, like the Arbitrary Door.

[Item Name: Arbitrary Door]

[Origin: 22nd Century Earth – Future Department Store]

[Evaluation: The original and most famous secret gadget. Do not use while a girl is bathing.]

[Manufactured: 231.M3]

[Function: When the user grips the handle and thinks of a destination, the other side of the door connects the two locations. Open it, and you may cross to your target.]

[Value: 11,650,000 credits]

Eleven million six hundred fifty thousand—Zhou Yun would need to collect tens of thousands of actinium pipes to afford it.

Right now, his pocket held only fifty thousand credits—far short.

The path of scavenging stretches endlessly, Zhou Yun silently sighed.

He shook his head and continued rummaging through the rubble for discarded machinery to salvage.

Only large, high-value machines were converted into currency for his fourth-dimensional pocket.

The smaller machines, he planned to sell within the hive city.

His threats weren’t just future Tyranids, mutant slums, or urban gangs—he also faced constant hunger and poverty.

Of course, there was also the ever-present possibility of Chaos.

In his past life, Zhou Yun was a Tyranid enthusiast; he owned only Tyranids and World Eaters.

Mostly because World Eaters were cheap to start—a Christmas Pack and a Patrol Pack were enough. He joined Chaos for his wallet’s sake.

As such, he had little faith in the Emperor, and even less resistance to Chaos corruption.

Sometimes Zhou Yun even wondered if he’d already been corrupted by Chaos.

“Friend, danger lies ahead.”

A noble, gentle, divine, and comforting voice echoed in Zhou Yun’s heart.

The voice was so moving that Zhou Yun instinctively felt trust.

A soft white light flared before his eyes; within it, a hazy figure with wings.

“Believe me. I, Saint Guilliman, Lord of Baal, swear to you: danger truly lies ahead.”

The figure’s wings slowly unfurled, pure white feathers drifting gently. The divine voice, emanating from the soft white light, was saturated with warp effects.

“.” Zhou Yun stared at the unmistakably warp-born figure appearing before him again, and took a deep breath.

“.” The divine figure in the white light fell silent for a moment: “I am truly Saint Guilliman.”

“Then I’m Roboute Guilliman, Lord of Ultramar.”

(End of Chapter)