22: Chapter 22 My consciousness transmigrated into my clone, making me form a rebel army?

I hope Brother Gao rests well, gets discharged soon, and resumes updates soon.

Exactly, as of now, Brother Gao has stopped updating for twenty-four hours and fifty-six minutes.

Brothers, you guys are the real living devils! Brother Gao has only been resting for a few days, and you're already expecting him to crawl back to work; you really don't care if he lives or dies!

After resting for so long, I'm sure Brother Gao has recovered.

Speaking of which, Brother Gao is so unlucky; it's practically a case of disaster falling from the sky while sitting at home.

Hospital

Hospital Room

"Doctor, don't stop me, I'm getting discharged right now!"

"Big brother, calm down, there's no need for this."

"Sis, say less! What you've done these past few days is just too..."

"You made fish soup for Brother Yang, but not only did you add too much salt, you didn't even remove the bones before feeding him. As a result, a bone got stuck in Brother Yang's throat, causing a huge mess for everyone."

"That... that... was an accident."

"Then, right after Brother Yang got out of the ICU, you turned around and made him green beans, but they weren't cooked through, so Brother Yang had to go to the emergency room again."

As the words continued, Han Xiaoxiao's face grew redder until she finally wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

"But I didn't do it on purpose, I just wanted to make it up to him!"

After much persuasion from the doctor, Yang Gao's mood gradually calmed down, and he lay back on the bed.

However, he couldn't just stay idle. He began leaning against the headboard, his fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard. Before long, a major leak about warhammer 40k was finished; the title was "Indomitus Crusade — Primarchs Roboute Guilliman!"

He also added to the bio: Avengers Son, Genetic Father of the Ultramarines, Primarchs Imperial Regent, a vital pillar of the Imperium in the dark universe. He piled on all these titles for him.

"I don't believe the progress won't skyrocket like this!" He clicked send.

Evening.

Yang Gao stretched comfortably, but as soon as he lay down, he felt the world spinning, and his consciousness gradually blurred. When his focus returned, he found himself in a dark, filthy, and run-down factory assembly line.

"Holy crap, where am I?"

Ding! The system has transferred the host's main consciousness into a clone in warhammer 40k. The system will bring the host back to the main universe in three months. Have a pleasant journey!

Host Mission

The host must form a Rebel Army within these three months and achieve a phased victory.

"System, I [censored] you [censored]! Sending me to this piece-of-shit universe, I [censored]... are you trying to kill me just to inherit my estate?"

No one responded to Yang Gao's cursing; only endless echoes answered him.

Suddenly, a whip lashed across Yang Gao, and he fell to the ground in pain.

Yang Gao could only smile fawnly and say, "You're right, sir. I'll get up and get to work right away."

(Inner OS: Just wait until I build a Leman Russ Tank and blow you away!)

"You're nothing but a lowlife for the rest of your life, destined to toil in the factory forever. I advise you not to try any tricks."

"You're right to scold me, sir!"

Yang Gao observed his surroundings, sizing up the factory's structure while calculating: Could he steal some raw materials? Otherwise, he wouldn't have the materials to build a tank.

Suddenly, the sound of a riot came from the next workshop, followed by a manager's roar: "Come quickly and suppress the factory riot!"

Hearing this, the surrounding guards immediately grabbed their weapons and headed for the next workshop. Instantly, the scene became incredibly chaotic.