1: Chapter 1: Time Travel.

(Brothers, leave your brains here. Brain Storage Depot)

It was midnight, and a torrential downpour raged outside as thunder roared. Yang Gao was staring at the warhammer 40k models he had bought, grinning foolishly. "I really am something else; I actually managed to snag a full Combat Patrol set at a bargain."

Yang Gao wiped the models carefully, terrified of leaving even a single scratch. Just as he finished wiping and was preparing for bed, he turned around, tripped over something, slammed his head directly against the corner of the table, and collapsed in a pool of blood.

When Yang Gao's consciousness focused again, he found himself standing on a stage, completely bewildered.

(Inner Monologue: Where am I? Wait, don't tell me I've freaking transmigrated?)

He looked around—'Anti-War Propaganda Game Launch Event.' He carefully searched the memories in his mind: I've transmigrated to the Blue Star of a parallel world. I really don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky.

The host shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the annual Anti-War Propaganda Game Launch Event! Next, we look forward to our game creators bringing us a unique experience. A special announcement: thanks to technological advancements in recent years, we are now using heavy-hitting technologies like the Dynamic Matrix Holographic Pod to support our creators' unfettered imagination. Without further ado, let's give the camera to our creators!"

By this time, Yang Gao had already been led to an independent creation room containing only a holographic pod and several consoles for debugging. This time, participants only needed to enter the pod and connect their brains to the central control hub to imagine freely, allowing the system to construct scenes and characters. So, what kind of game experience will the creators bring us? Let's connect our cameras to each participant.

Participant No. 1 is a girl. Let's look at her story synopsis: A poignant love story about a family broken by war. A very traditional story; I hope she has some innovations.

No. 2 is about ordinary people caught in the crossfire of a great war between immortals and demons in a cultivation world—a very unique perspective.

Let's turn our attention to Participant No. 3: A desperate Gothic space world. This is truly something to look forward to.

Bullet comments scrolled across the screen:

— This guy is being way too bold.

— Exactly, exactly. I hope it's not like that one movie that claimed to be a sci-fi masterpiece but filmed a pile of crap.

— Let's just watch. What if he actually has some innovation?

— Give me a break. Innovation? How many participants used the name of innovation before, only for the result to turn out like... well, you know.

— You can't say that. What if he creates a miracle?

— These days, anyone who believes in miracles is really asking for it.

Yang Gao was unaware of the discussion in the comments, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care much. "Natives of this world, let me show you the cruelty of warhammer 40k." His fingers continuously adjusted the controls on the console, and then he lay into the holographic pod to begin his creation.

“Look, look! The work of the girl at No. 1 is out!”

In the game plot, the male protagonist held the female protagonist, sobbing in pain.

— That's it??

— Why is a grown man weeping like that?

— You can't put it that way. Losing loved ones in a war is very painful.

The bullet comments were filled with all sorts of chatter and arguments.

No. 2 was also finished. The camera showed a place filled with ethereal immortal qi, where an Immortal Venerable and a Demon Venerable shook hands and made peace.

— What kind of bullsh*t is this?

— An Immortal Venerable and a Demon Venerable making peace? No, I recognize all these words, but I don't recognize them when they're put together like this.

The comments were uniform in their mockery.

“Brothers, No. 3 is ready too!”

“Brothers, let's not even watch. No. 1 and No. 2 were such disappointments; No. 3 definitely isn't the right material either.”

“I'll go scout the path first.”

The screen was dim. Suddenly, footsteps approached from afar, carrying an extremely intense sense of pressure. Seeing this scene, everyone unconsciously swallowed their saliva.

As the sound got closer, everyone realized it was a giant two meters tall, wearing what looked like medieval armor.

— Buddy, isn't this interstellar space? Why does it look so much like our Blue Star?

— Are you stupid? Isn't this just a game created with Blue Star as the background?

— It looks like a tin can.

Suddenly, an explosion sounded from the end of the corridor. The two-meter-tall giant raised his Bolter and began to fire.