Chapter Twelve: The Legion's First Member

Wang Ming gazed anxiously at the subspace fissures outside the ship, lost in the vastness of the universe. "The Eternal Night is here," he muttered. The light of the Star Torch was temporarily obscured by the chaotic evil forces, countless subspace demons manifesting above worlds as the apocalypse of the galaxy descended.

Silently, Wang Ming opened the "Recruitment" option in his mind and decided to drag a fellow countryman into this mess.

[Searching for suitable recruitment candidates.]

October had barely begun, yet the weather had already turned cold. The evening wind roared through, carrying a biting chill. Wang Xiaofa shivered, tightened his jacket, and sat on a park bench. He pulled out his phone and opened Qidian, intending to check whether that unbearably slow author had updated his story.

"Of course, no update again." Wang Xiaofa put away his phone, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. He gazed at the myriad city lights, a wave of melancholy washing over him. Today, he had lost his job; the company had "optimized" him out.

"Sigh... I really envy those transmigrators in novels. If only I could cross over, too." Facing the harshness of reality, Wang Xiaofa couldn't help but fantasize for a moment, though he knew transmigration was impossible. He opened Bilibili and started watching videos by the creator "A Bowl of Lobster Soup."

"Friend, do you wish to transmigrate?" An unfamiliar voice suddenly echoed in his mind. After the voice appeared, everything around him seemed to freeze; it was as if he alone existed in the world.

"Transmigration? Is it real?" Wang Xiaofa looked at his surroundings, excitement rising in his heart. Was he finally about to join the ranks of transmigrators?

"I do! I desperately want to! But could you tell me which kind of world it is?" Wang Xiaofa responded to the voice in his mind.

"Very well, child. You will transmigrate to a world filled with elves, orcs, and magic," the voice told him.

"Elves, orcs, and magic? Isn't that a Western fantasy world?" Hearing this, Wang Xiaofa already pictured himself commanding wind and storm in a world of swords and sorcery.

"When will I transmigrate?" Wang Xiaofa asked urgently.

"Now." As soon as the voice uttered the word, Wang Xiaofa's consciousness began to fade into darkness. In the haze, he seemed to glimpse a giant skeleton. But why was there a skeleton?

"What is this?" Wang Xiaofa stared blankly at the giant before him.

Wang Ming looked at his recruited countryman. Wang Xiaofa had already been re-forged into a Primaris Space Marine, clad in power armor much like Wang Ming's own.

Wang Xiaofa noticed the double-headed eagle on Wang Ming's chest, and a bad feeling crept into his mind. "That double-headed eagle looks familiar," he thought.

He tried to reassure himself, "Double-headed eagles are a common symbol in Western fantasy worlds. It's nothing unusual."

He glanced at Wang Ming's height. "Probably just a very tall knight, right?"

Wang Xiaofa kept comforting himself, telling himself it couldn't possibly be that universe. Absolutely not.

Wang Ming watched his fellow recruit stand there, lost in thought. He walked over, and Wang Xiaofa finally glimpsed the cosmic void and massive fissure outside the window behind Wang Ming.

"Holy crap! 40k?" Wang Xiaofa was completely stunned. "I knew there was something about that skeleton!"

Wang Ming sighed as he watched his countryman sobbing on the floor like a shriveled imp. As expected, this "recruitment" method was just another old trick, luring unsuspecting souls. After all, who in their right mind would want to transmigrate to the hopeless universe of 40k?

Wang Ming patted Wang Xiaofa's shoulder in consolation.

"I was the same when I first arrived," Wang Ming assured him.