Chương 1: Chapter 1: Oh No, I'm a Follower of Slaanesh!
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
On the lush green plains, a handsome man with black hair and black eyes, and fair skin, shouted loudly.
His name was Eden, a young wage slave from the 21st century.
Last night, he stayed up late playing Warhammer, felt a sharp pain in his heart, passed out, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in this strange place.
"This isn't a transmigration, it's a dream!" Eden was sure of it.
Because he was surrounded by beautiful women!
All around him, on the grass and by the river, were women of various types.
There were mature ladies, cute lolis, beautiful beast girls, high heels, black stockings, and long legs — all of them hit his preferences hard.
What was even more terrifying was that he could vaguely recognize some of them as familiar faces from his "E" drive folder and his 2D waifus!
Tifa?
Kamisato Ayaka?
Sure enough, dreams have everything in them...
Since he was already here, Eden decided to enjoy this dream to the fullest.
He walked toward the girls, intending to have a little conversation with them.
But an inexplicable sense of danger made him stop in his tracks.
"Something feels off, like I'm forgetting something..."
Eden cautiously scanned his surroundings.
A gentle breeze brushed his face, the sweet scent of flowers and grass filled the air, and the solid ground beneath his feet — everything was so real.
Too real!
As Eden hesitated, the sweet scent in the air grew stronger, permeating his senses.
The hormonal surge brought by the scent took over his brain, gradually robbing him of his judgment.
It's just a spring dream, what's there to worry about?
If I wait too long, what if I wake up?
Before Eden knew it, he had reached the girls.
They gazed at him with alluring eyes, filled with anticipation.
"Come on!"
"I feel so uncomfortable."
"Won't you hold me, young master?"
Their trembling voices, soft and seductive, were like a devil's whisper that completely dismantled Eden's resistance.
Forget it!
Eden couldn't suppress the desire in his heart any longer, letting it run wild as he fell into depravity.
In an instant, darkness engulfed everything.
His consciousness seemed to plunge into an endless abyss, sinking deeper and deeper without end...
Where is this place?
Eden's remaining consciousness pondered this question as he gradually approached oblivion.
But just before he faded away, a ray of light suddenly broke through.
A mysterious and warm power awakened Eden's consciousness, giving him a brief moment of clarity.
"I remember now!"
Eden suddenly opened his eyes and looked around.
The green fields, the tempting fragrance, the soft bodies, the endless pleasure.
"Oh crap, this setup— isn't this the Palace of Slaanesh?"
That's right, Eden had transmigrated!
Last night, while playing the game, he had been joking with his teammates.
They were saying things like, "God-Emperor above, Slaanesh below," and "I don't fast-forward through videos, I'm a follower of Slaanesh."
He had been typing furiously on his keyboard: "If I enter Warhammer, I would definitely serve Slaanesh, Slaanesh forev—"
Before he could finish typing, his heart had seized, and he lost consciousness, only to transmigrate into the Warhammer 40K universe!
Eden was completely dumbfounded. Jokes were jokes, but how had this become reality?
The world of Warhammer 40K was extremely brutal, with almost no hope for ordinary people.
If you weren't cannon fodder sent to the frontlines to die in battles against aliens and Chaos, then you'd be in an Imperial factory, grinding yourself to death.
That would actually be considered a good death.
At least you would have contributed to the great God-Emperor and received his blessing.
But far worse was falling into the clutches of the Chaos Gods.
They would twist you into a monster through endless torment.
You'd wish for death but never find it!
And now, Eden had fallen into the hands of one of the Chaos Gods.
This was their palace!
The god was named Slaanesh.
A hermaphroditic god of pleasure, impossible to resist!
Oh no, I've really become a follower of Slaanesh!
Eden was in despair, thinking he was going to be ravaged by Slaanesh.
No, he wasn't even qualified for that.
Being ravaged by Slaanesh was something reserved for Primarchs or Daemon Princes; at best, Eden would be taken by Slaanesh's Daemonettes!
And as it happened, he was in a place teeming with Daemonettes.
This was the Third Circle of Slaanesh's Palace — the Circle of Lust, a depraved land filled with hedonistic pleasure!
Eden looked at the girls. They were so real, so captivating.
But deep down, he knew they were all Daemonettes!
Daemonettes take on the most alluring forms to tempt Slaanesh's followers.
They make you fall into extreme ecstasy, twisting and corrupting you into a monster!
It's over, starting off with such intensity, huh?
I mean, what Warhammer fan could withstand this trial?
Sss…Huff...Don't do this!
Eden struggled to maintain his clarity, fighting the urge to give in.
He pushed the Daemonettes away, but they quickly surrounded him again.
"Am I not beautiful?"
"I'll try my best to make you happy."
"Tonight, you are mine."
…
"Get away from me!"
Eden pulled his hand away from "Not-So-Hot" and shoved "Tifa" aside, flipping over the Daemon that had pounced on him.
In that moment, he saw the truth!
The playful and seductive expressions turned into snarling whispers.
The Daemonettes' bodies twisted grotesquely, their faces hideous, with black, hollow eyes and ears.
Their long, pointed tongues licked Eden's face and body, leaving behind a sticky, disgusting fluid.
Slaanesh's Daemonettes!
Quickly, they returned to their previous forms, even more enchanting than before.
They increased their allure, pulling out all the stops!
Who can resist this?
No, this couldn't go on!
Eden mustered all his willpower to resist the corruption of his desires.
He didn't want to become Slaanesh's fodder!
But the corruption had already begun. To his horror, Eden saw that his hand had twisted into a dark, clawed form.
What can I do?
Who can save me from the grasp of the Chaos Gods?
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Eden. He thought of that great man!
He went by many names: The Emperor, The Immortal God-Emperor, The Great God-Emperor, The Omnissiah, The Cold Sun of the Void…
As humanity's beacon of faith, the Emperor was real and possessed godlike powers.
Like granting blessings, protection, resurrection — the existence of the Legion of the Damned was proof of that.
Eden decided to put his faith in the Emperor, hoping for a last-minute miracle.
As a transmigrator, shouldn't he have some special perks?
Plus, he was…mostly loyal to the Emperor, right?
Eden felt a little guilty, but whatever, right now, he was the Emperor's most loyal follower!
No one could stop him now!
Eden closed his eyes and prayed loudly, offering his loyalty to the Emperor:
With all my strength,
With all my will,
With all my soul,
I swear,
My soul and my faith belong to the Immortal Emperor, humanity's shepherd!
…
The prayer didn't work, and the corruption deepened.
Eden's eyes began to loosen, his skin peeling off — he was about to turn into a monster!
An overwhelming sense of despair hit him!
But he didn't give up. His prayers grew more frantic, clinging to this last lifeline!
"Please, with your grace, watch over me. Guard your servant and warrior. Please, in this peril, bless me!"
The prayer ended, but nothing happened.
At this point, Eden didn't even have the strength to speak. Desire had deeply rooted itself in his consciousness.
He was on the verge of being completely corrupted into Slaanesh's slave, never to be free.
But he still wanted to live!
Even in this brutal world.
At the last moment before losing consciousness, Eden saw the sun.
A massive, cold sun, suspended in the void!
Praise the Sun! Praise the Emperor!
(End of Chapter)
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