Surviving the Multiverse with a Warhammer 40k System

"Not again...." As I furiously clicking my mouse like crazy the world seems to stop around me.

As the first Necron Monolith came crashing Into my base in the dusty land of Coastal Imossa.

I stared helplessly as my base defenses and Soldiers was ripped to shreds, my vehicles was only remains of smoking carcases and burnt out husk, as I sadly look my last Imperial Guardman armed only a single LasGun and armed with only his faith and courage, stood between my base and total annihilation as he took a last desperate charge to tossed a krak grenade toward the soulless machines that is called Necron, only to be melted by the gauss flayers beam from a necron warrior, just as my screen just simply wrote "Defeated" after my base was destroyed by the jaded light of the Necron beams, I breathe deeply and kept to myself as my imperial guard playthrough ended on a Sour note

I looked at the clock on my table, after closing down my Dawn of War game seeing it is already at 5:50pm on Saturday, and I self-reflected how I will I do better, I look at the Gaming Room with old Starship trooper merchandise my dad gave to me, and a few old used Warhammer PC Games and Codex's that my eccentric friends gave to me as a birthday gift.

I stood up from my chair and headed into the bathroom and wash my face, as I still pondering my thoughts, As my phone nearby Started a Government Emergency Broadcast stated that... We were at War....

I stared in disbelief as a blinding light enveloped me, Scorching me in a flash and made my consciousness disappear into darkness...

"Huh? Am I dead?"

I became awake or some semblance of it, as I am standing in front of an old fashion office door. and surrounding me is souls of people as they are headed to a destination beyond my periphery that is not known to me. Perhaps they are being processed? I don't know.

As I found myself unconsciously open the door and in front of me is a Middle-aged man that look like he seen a lot of his life, and typing in an old box Pc and a pile of paper documents stacked next to a coffee that is still steaming and ashtray that is full of Cigarettes butts.

/*Click Clack Click*/

"Number 2259658, Please come to the seat" He Calmly Stated

Huh? And In my hands was the paper bearing number he stated, I shrugged and went to take a seat seeing there is no point whining about how I did die, and even if I did, can't really blame my circumstances beyond my control. I just pass my paper to him... While he is typing, he spoke...

"You are not like the rest that I have seen in my years of working here, Usually most people tht came here is always Lamenting their fate, and rage out to the closest being nearby...." As He stamped the paper to a document and perused the contents before typing once more...

"If blaming god for circumstances is beyond their control and did nothing to prevent, they kinda deserve it, is pretty much a bad choice, and I dealt a bad hand at life" I calmly stated.

"How about power given by higher beings? " As He Still typing his Pc

"I rather earned it, than to be granted by the start, and seeing people whose wish granted immediately can be abused and make it purpose tainted" Wondering why he kept asking this cryptic messaging.

"What is your perception about Humanity?" He began to peruse another Document.

"I am aware, we aren't the perfect of the bunch, and we make mistakes, but there are times it can be frustrating to understand, but I believe there is still hope in Humanity, the possibilities of humanity is endless and we can make that choice to better ourselves, I believe that we could be something greater" I shortly stated.

"Hmm, It would Seem you have a referral and he seem to be pleased to your words" He Grinned as he opened a drawer, and what He Held Bring me to chills to my Spine.

A token bearing the Aquila Mark, chaotic thoughts are swirling in my mind, am I heading to Warhammer 40k? I am aware of the hell that awaits me knowing, that with my body and mind is unable to handle the horrors that await me that Universe, I didn't lash out at him knowing it's kinda Useless since he is just a Messenger... I slumped in my chair, with my hands in my face, I will be heading in a universe of hell...

"It is a referral, not the destination." He Chuckle as he spread out several documents that show my destinations.

Dead Space:

Gundam UC:

Xenoblade:

Starship Troopers:

Doom Eternal:

Fallout:

World War Z:

"He left a System for people like you, hoping humanity he believes in can be better, but like you said, there are some people before you, that tainted his project, causing destruction and mayhem in the Multiverse, some went mad with power, while others see the galaxies on their perspective universes, to see it burn with their wishes" He grimly stated, while Lighting a Cigar.

"What happened to them?" as I gulped in horror, knowing how they really screw others...

"They went to a fate worse than the Warp, who knows? But their Legacy still leave scars, that is still there to this day." As he took a sip of the still steaming coffee.

"How about it? Want to prove Revelation or You People called The Emperor of Mankind, that Humanity can be better? You can simply just say no and head to the afterlife immediately. The choice is yours to make" He moved a red button toward me.

"I want to clarify a few questions." "Okay, I will answer the best as I can"

"Will the Warp Gods be in the World I choose?" "Nope. Since they are still busy making preparations to handle the Indomitus Crusade, Roboute Guilliman is making a good job to spook them."

"Do I get a lifespan of a human from the Warhammer 40k? "

"Yes, since it was included in the referral, and you will live till 900 while looking at the age of 20s."

-Can it possible that my System is the Dawn of war Soulstorm?

-Since I am more Aware of the Game. - -Of course. your system is a Modded Version of your Favorite game...-

"Great, Now I choose this." As I pushed a document that labeled "Starship Troopers"

"Oh? You choose this world? Usually, people would ask me to send them to a Anime world or some other universe, without using the system Revelation had made, seeing it has the Aquila with it and only the Outliers are those people I stated before..."

"I want to clarify some things, I want to be at the age of 17 making me eligible to join, 3 years before the first movie since the timeline is obscure, and limit the system until the Battle of Klendathu, I need to train myself to military methods, better than being trained as a soldier, than a civilian in a midst of a War with a weapon that knows nothing of his surroundings and get myself into an early grave."

"Granted , anything else?" As the Being Finalizing his paperwork

"None that I can say, and thank you for your time and please, if possible, tell Revelation that I will not disappoint him"

"I see... Not everyday, I met someone that appreciates Revelation and not being a prick about it."

"I see you off and may the your endeavours be in your favor..."

A Golden Light Appear in my feet, and my consciousness is faded away....

Information:

Revelation: Emperor of Mankind Many Names

Roboute Guilleman: Primach Of Ultramarines and One of the 18 Sons of Revelation.

Aquila: the Symbol of the Imperium Of Man

Warp Gods: the 4 Beings in the Warp, which is Khorn, Nurgle, Slaanesh, Tzeentch.