Give me back Miss Cang! Honestly, I’m just a short, broke, plain guy with no brains or brawn—why are you coming after me? Aren’t you just a system? Are you really trying to rebel… Ow! Easy, take it easy! Fine, fine, I give in, have it your way, all right? But… let her go and let me handle this!.

Tang Yi had transmigrated into a world of spirits. On the television, the finals of the Spirit World Cup were being broadcast live. A young girl with wings strikingly similar to those of a Dragonite was locked in fierce combat with another girl whose forehead bore a cross-shaped mark reminiscent of Metagross’s signature X. The commentator shouted excitedly, “The Dragonite Princess has used Extreme Speed! She follows up with a one-handed Hyper Beam! The Metagross Princess can’t withstand it—she’s down! Let’s congratulate the Dragonite Princess and her trainer for becoming this year’s World Cup champions!” Gazing at the radiant young Dragonite Princess on the screen, grinning as she held the trophy aloft, Tang Yi realized that something was decidedly off about this spirit-filled world... (Female personifications of spirits, lighthearted tone, slice-of-life mixed with adventure and battles).

Wang Ming was transported by the saint seated upon the golden throne to the chaotic and monstrous universe of Warhammer 40,000. The system that was meant to bind to him, after bestowing upon him a deathless, imperishable body with the power of a Primarch, promptly self-destructed—truly rendering him immortal in every sense. Thus, Wang Ming, carrying the "legacy" of the system, embarked upon a reckless journey through the nightmare stars of the 40k cosmos. Among the countless stars, there now appeared a new, deranged and unknown Primarch, accompanied by an enigmatic legion who spoke a language none had ever heard before..