Chapter Three: The System's "Legacy"

Wang Ming stared blankly at the battlefield before him, watching the approaching Chaos Space Marines and demons charging in his direction. Turning his head, he saw the Astral Army and blue-armored Space Marines advancing from another side, and not far away, a golden, radiant Imperial Guard.

“Damn it… Black Legion!” Wang Ming felt as though a thousand wild horses were running through his mind. Just then, a breeze swept across the battlefield, and he finally realized he was completely unclothed and in a rather embarrassing state.

Given the situation, it was obvious the Figurine King had unleashed his collection to fill the ranks.

“No way! No way! Like this, I’ll definitely be slaughtered by Chaos! System!” Wang Ming, although aware that the system had granted him an “Undying and Indestructible” buff before his death, had no idea what exactly it entailed—whether it meant instant resurrection or something else entirely. He certainly wasn’t willing to test it so recklessly; even a Primarch couldn’t withstand the endless tides of Chaos.

Originally, he’d only tentatively called out to the system in his mind. But as soon as he uttered the word “system,” a floating panel appeared before him in the void. On the panel was a single option: “Space.”

Overjoyed by the appearance of the panel, Wang Ming hurriedly focused and opened it. The “Space” option revealed a display of items:

[Primarch-exclusive power armor set (integrated with Golden Age specialty tech, auto-repair enabled), 220,000 sets of original-cast Astartes surgical organs (Young man! Go create your own legion!), 200,000 sets of Astartes military supplies (Believe me, you’ll need these), Primarch-exclusive power sword (a gigantic, dazzling golden power sword!), Primarch-exclusive bolt pistol (infinite ammo—no one knows where it comes from), Primarch-exclusive power halberd (longer means stronger, young man).]

“Who wrote these descriptions? Why do I feel like I’m being manipulated by someone?” Wang Ming eyed the items in “Space.” Was it just his imagination, or did he glimpse the shadow of that immense, golden skeleton?

Now was not the time for such thoughts. With the Chaos horde drawing ever closer, Wang Ming equipped himself with everything available, mentally selecting the Primarch-exclusive gear.

Once selected, a suit of massive power armor—gold as the base, silver trim, adorned with intricate designs—materialized onto his body. On either side of his waist hung a sleek bolt pistol and a gigantic golden power sword, while a power halberd appeared in his hands.

Facing the tide of Chaos, Wang Ming gripped the power halberd and activated the disintegration field. Instantly, arcs of electricity encircled the weapon, crackling and popping.

He swung the halberd forcefully, pointing it at the surging mass of demons. His power armor gleamed in the light, the golden radiance accentuating his imposing aura as a Primarch; he stood as a bulwark on the battlefield, ready to defy thousands.

Both Imperial and Chaos warriors, in front and behind him, witnessed his majestic figure towering over the field. In that instant, both sides immediately recognized him as a gene Primarch.

Despite his impressive stance—defiant and heroic—Wang Ming was, in truth, utterly terrified. Staring at the demons and Black Legion Chaos Space Marines, he felt completely out of his depth.

Before crossing over, he’d been nothing but a lowly company employee, with no combat skills whatsoever. Even with a Primarch’s physique and gear, he possessed only raw strength, nothing more. He did not believe he could wreak havoc among the Chaos horde. Worse still, he spotted a towering topknot not far away.