chrono crusade fanfic

Previously The Omniasian Avatar, Magospunk Cogrunner, The Omnissiah Directive and Cog-Genesis Angel-Hunter. The Universe changed so the title changed. Magos Osiris, a human from our world finds himself into Cyberpunk after spending his time in the W32k Universe Raw 战锤：机油佬穿越纪

"The ninja world today is twisted—because it harbors far too much evil. That evil breeds chaos, spawning endless pain, disasters, and tragedies..." "Greedy daimyōs imposing heavy taxes, high-ranking officials drunk on power, beasts who massacre their own clans, and brain-dead sycophants... As long as these vermin continue to exist, the ninja world will only grow more diseased." "And I will purge this entire world—with Absolute Justice!" —So declared Uchiha Keizumi, a jōnin of Konohagakure and the firm believer in the doctrine of [Absolute Justice]. For when justice is absolute... it never arrives too late. .... This is a translation of a Chinese Novel, with minor changes in some parts of the original story. I don't own the picture in the novel cover.

This is the story of a simple Cogboy. He never became a mighty Space Marine, but this lowly tech-adept has a message for you: So long as we have the machine cult and the grunts in the trenches, the Imperium retains 99% of its strength. Humanity will never fall! In the name of the holy binary, sing praise to the Omnissiah! Glory to the Machine God! Praise the Omnissiah! Praise the Machine, Praise the Iron! You are the Forge-Lord of Creation, the Apocalypse that Unmakes All. Vaporize! Incinerate! Fabricate! Iron is Eternal, the Machine Immortal. The Way of Iron is the only truth. For the Machine is Truth! More is Good! Bigger is Better! A billion gun barrels are Your glory! The roar of a million engines is Your sermon! ------ Author's Note: I'm not a very serious person, so this isn't a grim-dark, serious story. ------ P.S. Let's be honest, some of the official Games Workshop lore is a bit wild. To make the plot flow better and feel more consistent, I've taken the liberty of making some changes. This is fanfiction, after all! ~~~~~ Genre: Sci-Fi, Action, Military, Fanfiction Tags: #Warhammer40k, #AdeptusMechanicus, #ImperialGuard, #Transmigration, #Isekai, #Action, #SciFi, #Military

[BEFORE READING] Since this - script writing and/or screenwriting - is a small, small genre on this app - as far as I’m aware - I did use unrelated tags. I only ask that you still try this book out. My end goal is to either: A. get a scripted turned into an actual movie. B. have a script turned into a full novel by talented writers(tho I will do this for some of my favorite ones) but the most important one is having people enjoy them! Pls also keep in mind that this isn’t a regular novel. Each chapter will only be about 250 to 300 words! ————— Description: In 2087, scientists discover how to send consciousness back through time, but only to the recipient's own past body. "Chrono Shifters" are specialized agents who solve crimes by experiencing the victim's final moments from their perspective. When a top Shifter experiences a shift that leads them to their own future murder, they must navigate a temporal paradox to prevent their own death while uncovering a conspiracy that threatens reality itself. Note: Cover art is made by ME!

In the world of Cronos, the fabric of time is under threat from rogue agents seeking to alter the course of history. To counter this, the Chrono Warriors, a group of six individuals with unique abilities, are brought together by a mysterious figure known only as "The Architect."

Aaron Graves, a 30-something Warhammer hobbyist and online lore-debater, dies tragically (and stupidly) after knocking over a can of LPG while angrily typing a reply in a Trench Crusade fan thread. He dies mid-rant, mini brush still in hand. But instead of oblivion, he awakens in the middle of a mud-choked battlefield, face down in a trench. His first memory is a line of chanting zealots walking past with incense lanterns, their faces hidden by gas masks. A corpse beside him is whispering prayers to a god he's never heard of. He’s been transmigrated, body and soul—into the Trench Crusade universe. Only now… he’s not just a man. He is deemed a living relic by those around him, a “Saint-Born,” a vessel of prophecy who emerged from the smoke of a holy fire. Unfortunately, he has zero combat experience, can't stop referencing forum memes, and his only true skill is detailed knowledge of fake lore and painting miniatures. But it turns out… that knowledge might not be so fake after all. “Fanfiction based on the Trench Crusade universe created by Mike Franchina and Tuomas Pirinen.” Think a fusion of: *Warhammer 40k meets All Quiet on the Western Front *Re:Zero–style isekai trauma with a Dan Abnett narration twist *Touches of Terry Pratchett dark absurdity and Tomasz Baginski visual grit ******** Uploads: 5/8 chapters a week

Guss Rover, a decorated Delta Force operative, was pronounced KIA by a terrorist organisation known as the Crimson Veil. Guss meets God and is told heaven is open for him for his deeds in his past life. Guss instead asks to put him on another battlefield (without specifying) to continue the battle. God agrees and sends him to 40K with a mix of another world, with a small gift to help him survive what's about to come. Because oh boy warhammer is about to have a few new players. ________ To much work to make a proper synopsis and honestly not great at it. The point is Guss dies goes to Warhammer 40k on an world similar to earth. And become a Paladin from the lore of Trench Crusade. So a good portion will be focused on Trench Crusade before the Warhammer forces intervene. Author here. I created 2 other stories with a heavy use of AI. I decided to make a new story on what I actually would want to write and use AI to the absolute minimum. I am in no way actually a good writer, so don't expect masterclass work here. I'm just doing this because of mostly boredom and as a way to unwind. Also, last thing, I do not fully know the 40K lore completely, so I will do my research before I post, but if you see anything that wouldn't make sense, let me know. I do not own anything except for my OC character, and all rights go to their respective owners.

Reborn alongside her son, Chen Xiaobao, Chen Momo learns from the mistakes of her past life and starts a frantic hoarding spree. To survive, the mother-and-son duo each put their skills to use in the apocalypse. The lively little Chen Xiaobao quickly wins everyone's heart, and Chen Momo finds love of her own in the apocalypse too...

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."