《My sad isekai into Warhammer 40k》 Did it have to be Warhammer It was another boring day in my sad life woke up got ready for work had breakfast and left the house, as i was driving to work down the highway i hear a big explosion behind me as i look in the mirror i see a truck in flames and next thing i know everything went black. I can''t see hear or speak so it makes me think im rather dead or in a comma after what seems to be a few hours to me at least i hear a voice calling to me from a light that suddenly appears as it speaks im being pulled towards it. Hello little soul says a giant husk of a man sitting in what can only be described as a golden throne the first thing that come to mind is did it have to be Warhammer how long will i get to live. The man on the golden throne calls me forward next thing i now i can see myself in a blue color as i was before i died. The Emperor smiles at me so you know of my Universe how do you feel about living there i think about it every horror running through my head is better than being dead right. Yes it is always better being alive since i see your Earth was mainly peaceful ill give you a bit of help you will have a system like in your so called video games that will assist you and help you become stronger and live longer, ill also let you keep all of your memories we are short on time seems i can only do this much this time farewell and good luck. I feel someone pulling me i see a light in a room with 3 people im inspected then passed on to a female that has a bright smile on her face i then notice im small a baby so this must be my mother the other two people in the room one must be my new father and the other must be some type of doctor or something close to it looking old and weak. While i notice this im being wrapped into a blanket and a mask is placed on my head as this happens i fall sleep. When i wake up im in another room i realize this must be my new home at this point i remember the conversation that i had with the Emperor and think status then a screen pops up in front of me.
Name: Vulcan LVL:1 XP:0 HP:5 SP:10 MP:2
Weapon Skill: WS: -5 Willpower: WL: 4 Skills Birth: Forge World
Ballistic Skill: BS: 0 Fellowship: FL: 3 Common Lore Tech Fit For Purpose
Strength: ST: 2 LUCK: LK: 2 Common Lore Machine Cult +3 chosen Characteristic
Toughness: TG: 3 FAITH: 1 Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Technical Knock
Agility: AG: 3 -10 imperial creed
Intelligence: INT: 11 -5 to FL with Ecclesiarch
Perception: PER:3
As i study each stat or characteristic and read all the information that is given about them i notice other info and begin to study this as well as soon as i complete going through everything and seem to be done i get a prompt and read it to myself.
Know the basics: for understanding the value of knowledge this achievement grants you +1 INT,+1 WL and the inspect skill don''t let it go to your head.
after this i fall sleep again i spent the next 6 months inside the house with my mother taking care of me while my father worked daily i spent my days inspecting each item i saw that was new during this time i learned we were living in what i known as a forge world and that my father held the position of menial Crew Chief my mother seemed to be very proud of him and i wondered how come i don''t remember this job category from my old knowledge. i did learn that there seemed to be a type of quality to the items i inspected from trash to poor to low to common i did not see anything of higher quality only my fathers weather jacket and mask were of common quality the others were of low and mine were trash this told me a bit about our standing it would be a hard start for me at this point is when i chose to place the 3 points into toughness if my life is gonna be hard i might try to survive as best as i can. After 6 months my mother decided to take me out side for the first time she readies me with my weather proof jacket and my mask as well as some small gloves and boots she does the same for herself and we go outside i see she makes sure to lock up and set all the locking mechanisms i take the opportunity to inspect them at this time this causes my skill to grow to level 2 finally, she takes one more look and we make our way down the block i see new people and i take the opportunity to inspect each person and noticed that there levels vary from 1 to 5 we continued the walk it was quite enjoyable to be outside and see something new i fell sleep after a while, when i next woke up i was home dad was home and he seemed very happy mentioned something about a bonus since he exceeded his quota for the 5th time in a row by this time i was beginning to understand the language it was referred to as low gothic mine had recently grown to lvl:1 so i decided on my first few words dadda work good both of them looked at me and smiled my father looked like he won a lottery today is a great day my boy speaks and even knows how good i am mamma hugs me at this time my mother grabs me and holds me tight then i fall sleep once more. The Parents discussion: Jonas Vulcan is only six moths old now him being able to speak and understand is a bit too fast don''t worry Mary he just takes after my smarts. It could be the will of the omnisiah you speak of that would only be a blessing on to him we will see maybe ill attempt to teach him a bit of what i can so look at this i was given a combi-tool seems a bit used but i can use it to fix a few things here to run better it will be a bit easier on you. Interlood somewere else in the universe In the dimly lit corridors of a Necron tomb, a lone Tech Priest made his way through the ancient halls. His red robes were tattered and torn, evidence of the many battles he had fought in the name of the Machine God. The glow of his bionic eyes illuminated the path ahead as he cautiously navigated the maze-like structure. As he turned a corner, he came face to face with a towering Necron warrior. Its metallic body gleamed in the dim light, and its glowing eyes fixated on the Tech Priest. "State your purpose, organic," the Necron spoke, its voice a hollow monotone. "I am here to study your technology, to learn from it and bring it back to the Machine God," the Tech Priest replied, his metallic fingers twitching with excitement. The Necron cocked its head to the side, studying the Tech Priest with a mix of curiosity and disdain. "Why do you seek to understand our technology, organic? You are but a mere mortal, your lifespan but a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of things."Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. The Tech Priest chuckled, a sound that echoed down the corridors. "Ah, but you see, my dear Necron, the Machine God has granted me the gift of immortality. I will live on forever, a vessel for his knowledge and wisdom. And in doing so, I will unlock the secrets of the universe." The Necron warrior considered this for a moment, its glowing eyes flickering. "Your kind are foolish, organic. You seek to control that which you cannot understand. Our technology is not for you to wield." "But I must learn," the Tech Priest insisted. "It is my duty, my purpose. And who knows, perhaps we can find a way to coexist, to work together in the name of progress." The Necron warrior regarded the Tech Priest with a cold gaze. "Perhaps," it said, its voice devoid of emotion. "But do not mistake our tolerance for weakness. We are a superior race, and we will not hesitate to protect our technology, even if it means destroying you and your kind." The Tech Priest bowed his head, his metallic fingers clasped in a gesture of respect. "Understood, my friend. I will continue my studies with the utmost caution and respect. May the Machine God guide me on this journey." With that, the Tech Priest turned and continued down the winding corridors of the Necron tomb, his bionic eyes scanning every inch for any signs of technology he could study and unlock. The Necron warrior watched him go, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness, a silent sentinel of ancient knowledge and power. Interlood 2 a day in the life In the depths of a Mechanicus world, among the drones and the pistons, lived a man known as Magnus. He was a chief of the menials, responsible for coordinating their work in the factory. Despite the long hours and the grueling labor, he cherished every moment of his life with his family. Magnus woke up every day at the crack of dawn, long before his wife and son, to perform his daily rituals. He went through a routine of stretching and breathing exercises to prepare his body and mind for the physical demands of the day ahead. Then he donned his uniform, a simple jumpsuit adorned with the cog-and-skull symbol of the Mechanicus, and headed out to the factory floor. As chief of the menials, Magnus spent his days coordinating the work of his subordinates. He moved from station to station, checking on progress and making adjustments as necessary. He made sure that each worker was doing their job properly, and provided guidance when needed. He was a stern but fair leader, respected by all under his command. During his lunch break, Magnus would return home to his wife and son. They would sit together in the small, dimly lit living quarters and share a simple meal of nutrient paste and reconstituted protein. Magnus would ask his son about his studies, and his wife about her work in the Mechanicus temple. They would talk about their hopes and dreams, and their plans for the future.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. After lunch, Magnus would return to the factory floor and continue his work. He would often stay late into the night, overseeing the final stages of production and making sure that everything was in order for the next day. When he finally returned home, exhausted but fulfilled, he would spend time with his family, reading to his son or simply sitting in silence with his wife. Despite the grueling nature of his work, Magnus was content with his life. He took pride in his role as a chief of the menials, and in the knowledge that his work was helping to keep the Forge World running smoothly. And he cherished the moments he spent with his wife and son, knowing that they were the most important things in his life. As Magnus lay in bed, drifting off to sleep, he felt a sense of calm wash over him. He knew that tomorrow would bring a new day of hard work and challenges, but he was ready for it. He closed his eyes, feeling the hum of the machines in the distance, and drifted off into a peaceful slumber. In the world of the Mechanicus, life could be hard and unforgiving. But for Magnus, the love of his family and the satisfaction of a job well done made every moment worthwhile.