Kasga transmigrated.
He transmigrated to a strange wasteland planet.
From the crude, regressed pronunciations of the locals, who had lost their written language, he learned the name of this world.
Chemos.
A world that had lost everything, leaving only despair.
Even now, sitting within the cold iron walls, the mournful sounds of terrifying radiation storms and countless raging particles striking and impacting the Fort Karaxis never ceased.
Things had never been good here.
And the Fort Karaxis, where he, Kasga Sherlock, was located, was one of the few remaining human refuges on this dying planet.
A coffin.
This was Kasga Sherlock's first impression of the place since birth.
Outside the Fort Karaxis was a forbidden zone for life.
And for the survivors inside these Fort Karaxis, aside from the futile efforts against the inevitable depletion of resources, all they did was merely delay the tolling of the death knell.
Fortunately, despite the harsh environment, his background was not too bad.
The Sherlock family, one of the ancient noble families that controlled this human refuge.
Compared to the workers who had to work tirelessly on assembly lines from the age of three, Kasga, as the youngest son of a noble family, the Sherlock family, was much luckier.
Although he was not popular and was often envied and ostracized by his elder brothers in the family.
For the past twenty years, he had been under house arrest in the manor, never leaving by a single step.
The Fort Karaxis was also a cage.
But because of this, Kasga was able to enjoy the rare leisure in this refuge, lingering under the shadows of the high-walled powerful and influential.
The repetitive and boring days continued until his twentieth birthday.
His long period of house arrest finally saw a turning point:
He unintentionally learned of a deeply hidden piece of news.
......
A political marriage.
For this, Kasga's good elder brothers had long been fighting tooth and nail.
But he was unaware of it.
And if not for overhearing six servants outside the door discussing it in whispers six days ago, the handsome Kasga might have left the competition early.
According to the servants, the woman his brothers were vying to curry favor with was a legendary figure of Fort Karaxis.
At fifteen, she taught herself the structure of the machinery in the production workshop, successfully improved the production line, and became a self-taught engineer in the refuge.
At twenty, she had greatly improved worker welfare by building various new mechanical devices within the factory, and was elected as the new manager of the Fort Karaxis factory.
While gaining the support and love of countless people, she also joined the ranks of the rulers of Fort Karaxis.
Legend has it that she had long, silvery-white hair like a waterfall, captivating purple eyes, and a perfectly beautiful face to match.
Any machine, once touched by her, could be quickly repaired as good as new, and production efficiency would suddenly increase.
According to the workers, she was the Goddess of Water from ancient local legends, who could bring sweet dew to the barren land.
Kasga was unwilling to agree with such a ridiculous claim.
To be able to survive on this dying wasteland planet, while also possessing stunning beauty, innate mechanical knowledge, and an absolute charm that captivated everyone.
Impossible.
There could not possibly be such a perfect human being in the world.
The elder brothers who believed such legends and fought tooth and nail were either simply brains that had regressed to a primitive state along with civilization.
Or they were having hallucinations from eating too many starch sticks.
Having said that.
But subconsciously, these descriptions always gave him a strong sense of déjà vu.
But... no matter what, if he could gain the woman's favor and marry her, it seemed to be his only chance to escape control.
He did not want to be trapped in this cage called the Fort Karaxis for his entire life.
......
He would sneak out to see her.
If he could successfully marry that woman, this family would no longer be able to imprison him even a little.
Kasga made up his mind and took out the map of the Fort Karaxis's secret passage and the purple key that could open the side door of the manor from the drawer.
It was somewhat bizarre.
Even he himself could not remember the origin of these things.
......
Reality is often more fantastical than legend.
This was a truth he often realized in his previous life.
Kasga, tiptoeing quietly out of the manor, looked around nervously.
For the first time, he was able to escape the surveillance of numerous guards; and for the first time, he was able to leave his own courtyard and go to the factory where his 'possible fiancée' worked, according to the address recorded by the servants.
The plan went surprisingly smoothly—at the usually heavily guarded manor entrance, he did not even see a single guard.
Where did they all go?
Kasga did not know.
He just slipped into the lower factory of Karrakis without any hindrance.
Steel behemoths roared and rumbled, scarlet furnaces spewed sparks. Countless numb workers performed monotonous tasks on the assembly line. In the factory of this dying world, only work efficiency was the sole requirement.
He saw her, very quickly.
She was the only graceful figure in this dark and cramped factory.
And in that instant, Kasga was stunned.
The servants had not lied.
His fiancée was indeed a goddess.
......
As an engineer, she sat beside a dark, ancient machine, her amethyst-like clear and bright eyes currently focused on a component in her hand, constantly searching and adjusting.
Although her engineer's uniform was simple, it still outlined a lithe and full body curve.
And what attracted the most attention was her pure white long hair... that beautiful long hair, flowing like a tranquil galaxy.
But... such beautiful long hair, just casually draped over this dirty and ugly machine!
It was simply... a waste of heaven's gifts.
But fortunately, even though the machine was currently spewing thick black smoke; even though she was barefoot, sitting on the dirty and uncleaned factory floor;
Not a single speck of dirt dared to touch her flawless body.
She remained as clean as new.
Perfect.
This was Kasga's first impression of her.
The legends were all true.
His potential fiancée... was truly a goddess.
And just as Kasga was awestruck by her perfection, her repair work was already finished.
After an assembly so fast that the naked eye could only see partial afterimages, the machine in front of her began to work again.
After her modifications, even its rotation speed was several points faster than similar machines beside it.
Perhaps, this was the machine atoning for its act of defiling 'perfection'.
Kasga thought this for no reason.
And just then, she turned her head and looked at Kasga.
.......
Another uninvited guest from the Sherlock family.
She stood up, her amethyst-like brilliant eyes now looking at the somewhat timid Kasga with interest.
Wow.
...So big.
Kasga looked up at her, sighing in his heart.
Even more exaggerated than the legends.
This goddess had a giant's height of over two meters, almost three meters!
Even though Kasga was from a powerful family, compared to those malnourished guys who could only eat starch sticks, his height, physique, and appearance were all considered top-notch.
But compared to the god-like woman in front of him, he still only felt ashamed of himself.
Anyone would feel ashamed.
But at the same time, why was there still a hint of... familiarity?
Had he seen her before?
Also, what was her name?
.....
"Kasga Sherlock."
Dry-mouthed, nervous.
He bowed stiffly, introducing himself.
"...The youngest son of the Sherlock family."
"Fulgrim."
Her voice was clear and sweet, like honey that humans in this world were not yet qualified to taste.
She smiled and greeted him.
Facing the continuous stream of suitors from the Sherlock family, she had long prepared polite responses.
"Fu... Fulgrim?!"
However, Kasga was greatly startled by this.
What came out of his mouth were strange words she had never expected.
He asked a question that was not a question.
"Are you Fulgrim???"
"Our Chemos... is... is that Chemos?"
He held his head in his hands, his pupils shaking violently.
His voice trembled slightly.
......
A ridiculous question, isn't it?
Besides this Chemos, which other Chemos is there?
"Hmm... yes?"
"My adoptive parents named me Fulgrim, indeed after a deity from Chemos's ancient myths."
"But I am not that goddess."
Even though Fulgrim was a perfect being, facing such a question, she had to think for a while to understand his meaning.
In her opinion, Kasga had most likely mistaken her for the Goddess of Water from the Chemos legend.
Such things had not happened before.
Her perfection truly could give people the shock of a deity.
And in this brief silence, Kasga blinked his eyes hard, as if his mind was processing some profound and obscure knowledge.
......
Soon, Kasga understood.
He understood the origin of his handsome appearance.
He understood why he had heard six servants discussing this six days ago.
He understood why he had suddenly found the carefully guarded purple gate key.
He understood the dying planet Chemos he was on, and the Third Legion Primarch Fulgrim he faced.
He understood that he had transmigrated to the Warhammer world.
He understood all of this.
......
Then, he smiled with relief.