Alexander felt like he was dreaming, a long, repetitive dream, yet each time slightly different.
In his dream, he transmigrated to the Warhammer universe, to the Ashford Star in the Netherworld Star System, where he was pulled out of a garbage heap by a gang member named Lager, becoming a trash scavenger in the Lower Hive district.
And according to Alexander's memory, the Tyranids hive Fleet was about to arrive in the Netherworld Star System, and a glowing, seemingly capable bird-man inexplicably appeared in his peripheral vision.
If not for his Golden Finger, Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket, Alexander would probably have been crying like a groveler with a crushed toe.
Then, in that long dream, Alexander dreamt of fighting the Tyranids hive Fleet on Ashford, resurrecting the Archangel on Baal, and meeting the Emperor on Terra.
He led Khârn to complete his revenge, killing Erebus; he devoured Angron; he resurrected Lion El'Jonson.
But the key was, what was the next step?
He chose to cooperate with the Necron, attempting to spread Blackstone Pylons across the entire galaxy, covering the real universe with a weaker anti-Warp field that wouldn't affect the souls of intelligent life, greatly weakening the Warp's influence on the real universe, and using Cawl's improved anywhere door to replace Warp travel.
He spent hundreds of years, enduring countless hardships, finally building Blackstone Pylons at every critical node.
During this time, he faced countless obstructions, making enemies of the Four Gods, even Nurgle was no longer willing to support him.
But he seemed to have done similar things hundreds of thousands of times; every step was calculated, every obstruction did not exceed his expectations.
But just as he was about to deploy the anti-Warp field to cover the stars, Mars suddenly disintegrated, and the seal binding the Dragon of Mars shattered.
Blackstone was originally a creation of the Void Dragon; he somehow instantly reversed the polarity of all Blackstone Pylons. The Blackstone, which originally suppressed the Warp, instantly became a Warp amplifier. In the blink of an eye, the Great Rift swallowed the entire galaxy.
In the boundless torrent of the Warp, the Four Gods and their daemons lifted the fragments of the Void Dragon, making him whole again.
Even more bizarrely, the Blackstone Pylon matrix designed by Cawl, the Silent King, and Illuminor Szeras, actually transformed into a complete set of interlocking, star-spanning, intricate devices that could adjust and control every wisp of Warp energy across the galaxy by adjusting the polarity of each Blackstone Pylon.
Thus, the Void Dragon, using the Blackstone Pylons distributed throughout the galaxy, gained control over Warp energy, and using the ancient legacy of the Old Ones as a sacrifice, began his ascension to the Lord of Malicious Art, almost truly becoming a god of both the material and real dimensions.
At the same time, the Void Dragon also reshaped the master protocol, turning the Necrons into his puppets, rampaging among the stars already tormented by the Warp torrent.
The Emperor, with no other choice, rose from the Golden Throne, ascending as the Dark King.
On that day, Alexander only saw a pitch-black great sun rise simultaneously in reality and the Warp. Before the sun were Tzeentch, Nurgle, Slaanesh, Khorne, and the Void Dragon, who also completed his ascension at the moment of the Emperor's deification.
Ultimately, the galaxy was destroyed, the universe fell silent, and all things returned to death.
But it didn't matter.
Alexander could still keep trying, after all, everything that just happened was just a dream.
He dreamt that this time he chose to cooperate with the Tyranids hive Fleet.
He led Sanguinius, Lion El'Jonson, and a cloned Fulgrim to cut through several Tyranids hive Fleets, straight to the Tiamat Star System.
In that star system, the Tyranids hive Fleet named Tiamat had built a biomass spire, which continuously emitted strong Psyker light.
When he led the Imperial fleet to the Tiamat Star System, the Tyranids seemed provoked. Whether it was Leviathan, Kraken, or Behemoth, every hive Fleet defended the Tiamat Star System as if insane.
But he displayed a command ability that even Guilliman found astonishing. He seemed to have fought these Tyranids thousands of times, knowing every move of the hive Fleet. He even persuaded the Orks, having the Bonecrusher lead his Waaagh! to tear a path through the Tyranids.
He arrived at the Tiamat Star System, entered the viscous biomass spire, and at the top of that spire, confronted the Great Devourer.
He offered his conditions to the Great Devourer, showing him the miraculous effects of the multiplication liquid and creating chestnut buns that replicated every five minutes, in exchange for the Tyranids's cooperation.
But he was betrayed.
He only remembered his physical body being pierced by a sword burning with fierce flames; the scorching fire burned away his body, leaving only infinitely multiplying chestnut buns spreading in the boundless deep space.
Countless hungry Tyranids continuously devoured the exponentially growing chestnut buns, and summoned by these buns, more and more Tyranids poured in from the void. All Tyranids hive Fleets flooded into the galaxy, multiplying endlessly with the chestnut buns.
Finally, the Tyranids plunged into endless feeding, and the Great Devourer became complete. He sacrificed himself to ascend to the great position of insatiable dissolution. The boundless Warp Shadow began to devour the entire material universe, and because the chestnut buns made the Tyranids too full, they even overwhelmed the Four Gods, beginning to spread in the Warp.
Ultimately, the Emperor, with no other choice, rose from the Golden Throne, ascending as the Dark King. After beating Slaanesh along with the other three gods, he transformed into a pitch-black sun and collided with the Great Devourer.
Ultimately, the galaxy was destroyed, the universe fell silent, and all things returned to death.
But it didn't matter.
Alexander could still keep trying, after all, everything that just happened was just a dream.
This time, he dreamt of taking a time machine back to the Great Crusade era, to the point in time before Horus' fall.
He saved Scyarnus of the Luna Wolves, gaining Horus' trust, and then met Sanguinius of that era, who also trusted him due to his prophetic abilities.
Then, with a single punch, he smashed the head of Erebus, who was trying to deceive Horus, and blew up the Davine satellite, which the Four Gods used to corrupt Horus, with an Earth-destroying bomb, successfully saving Warmaster Horus and preventing his fall into Chaos.
Later, he sold Fulgrim's stabbing sword, saving Fulgrim from Slaanesh. But just when everything was flourishing and it seemed the Great Heresy wouldn't happen,
Roboute Guilliman betrayed them. He became the Everchosen, and the entire Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar were swallowed by a blue-gold intertwined Warp storm.
He felt an unparalleled discomfort. Guilliman's Great Heresy was even more unbearable than the Horus Heresy. The Warmaster was simply a military strategist, whose tactics were nothing more than blitzkrieg surprise attacks on Terra.
But Guilliman was a politician, and his tactics were far worse than Horus'.
He actually ensured that all the humans under his rule were well-fed!
And under Guilliman's rule, the quality of life for humans steadily rose, far surpassing the areas under the Emperor's rule. Naturally, the hearts of countless planets among the loyalists wavered.
Not only that, he also concentrated his forces to destroy important Imperial agricultural and industrial worlds, dedicated to crippling the Imperial industrial and agricultural system, and destroying the Imperial productivity. If not for Alexander barely maintaining it with items, most Imperial worlds would have suffered famine.
But this led to another problem: Alexander also ran out of money. In 40k, after Alexander resurrected Guilliman, he hardly ever lacked money.
But in 30k, with Guilliman's rebellion, no one among the loyalists could match Guilliman's operational capabilities, nor could they supply the items Alexander needed to exchange for the entire Imperium.
Even Horus and Fulgrim, those Primarchs whom Alexander had pulled back from the clutches of Chaos, were big spenders. To raise money, Malcador even overworked himself to death once.
Even the Webway beneath Terra was somehow blown up by Leman Russ' inexplicable wolf howl.
After almost crippling the Imperial production system, Guilliman, somehow, suddenly produced five million Ultramarines, who formed a blue tide that began to engulf the star sectors still in loyalist hands. Many impoverished planets even surrendered directly to Guilliman.
And those five million Ultramarines were connected to Guilliman's will, like a swarm, allowing Guilliman to perform various subtle micro-managements, which even the Warmaster and Sanguinius found difficult to handle.
Ultimately, the loyalists suffered a crushing defeat, and the decisive battle unfolded on Terra. It was unclear how much the Four Gods had poured into Guilliman, but he effortlessly killed Horus and Sanguinius.
The Emperor, with no other choice, accepted the power of the Dark King and clashed with the Everchosen Guilliman in the galaxy and the Warp. Ultimately, the stars were extinguished, the Warp tides inverted into reality, and finally, the galaxy was destroyed, the universe fell silent, and all things returned to death.
But it didn't matter.
Alexander could still keep trying, after all, everything that just happened was just a dream.
This time, he dreamt of immersing himself in the almost endless archives of the Black Library, attempting to find a way to save the galaxy over a long period, to find the wisdom left behind by the Old Ones or the Aeldari at their peak.
But in the end, he made an unexpected discovery: he found traces of the Dragon States.
The Dragon States, the most mysterious, inexplicable, and untraceable of the Terran nations, was the continuation of Alexander's hometown in the 30th millennium of humanity before his transmigration, ruling the entire East Asian region except for the Terra Imperial Palace.
The Dragon States hardly participated in the Terra Unification Wars; they had signed some kind of agreement with the Emperor. It wasn't until the late stages of the Terra Unification Wars that the Dragon States finally took action.
On that day, a boundless great fire inexplicably engulfed almost all of East Asia. The Emperor, standing on the Terra Imperial Palace, watched in a daze as the entire Dragon States turned into a sea of fire.
When the great fire ended, the newly formed Thousand Sons, under the Emperor's command, stepped onto the scorched earth, but found not a single person from the Dragon States, only large numbers of orbital nuclear warheads.
Except for a few people who were not in the Dragon States during the fire, the entire Dragon States seemed to have mysteriously vanished.
And Alexander, while reading Aeldari texts, actually discovered traces of the Dragon States.
Just after the War in Heaven ended, when the Necrons were dormant and the Aeldari were almost invincible in the galaxy, a race suddenly appeared. In common Aeldari parlance, this race actually enslaved the peak Aeldari, who had just inherited the legacy of the Old Ones.
The Aeldari called them Mon-keigh, which humans translated as monkeys, but this was an incorrect translation.
This term actually referred to that race that suddenly appeared and enslaved the Aeldari. The Aeldari considered them rude, violent, and very similar to humans, so they used it to refer to humans.
But Alexander discovered that, in reality, it wasn't that humans and Mon-keigh were similar, but that the Mon-keigh in the Aeldari's mouths were actually humans.