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Warhammer 40k: Starting as a Rogue Trader

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TRANSMIGRATED TO WARHAMMER 40K! Lucan, once a 20-year-old gamer fed up with bad sequels, is brutally thrust into the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium! He awakens as a dying Rogue Trader heir, but with a game-changing cheat: a System that brings his game arsenal to life! Marines to mow down cultists and heretics? Summoned! Medics performing impossible battlefield miracles? Deployed! SCVs to repair a failing Warp Engine with methods that baffle even the Tech-Priests (and might just involve a 'soothing massage' for the ancient Machine Spirit)? You bet! Ambushed in the heart of his family's flagship, suspected by wary ship officers, and with Chaos cultists rampaging through the lower decks, Lucan is the last heir standing. The legendary Warrant of Trade – his birthright – is within reach, but only if he can survive the next few hours. The voidship is crippled, a mysterious plague is spreading, and the former Rogue Trader is missing, presumed dead. Lucan must: Master his unique System: Unlock new units and uncover the secrets of his newfound powers. Prove his loyalty: Navigate treacherous Imperial politics and clear his name. Save his ship: Battle Warp horrors and repair catastrophic damage before they're lost to the void forever. Claim his destiny: Rise from a near-corpse to the head of a Rogue Trader Dynasty. His knowledge of game strategy is now his greatest weapon. But in a galaxy where heresy means death and the gods of Chaos watch with hungry eyes, can one transmigrated gamer with a game arsenal army truly forge an empire amongst the stars? His toughest game has just begun, and in the 41st Millennium, it's play to win... or die trying!
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