Perhaps, Kasga would die a miserable death.
Each of the Chaos Gods possessed extraordinary abilities and unique skills.
The Dark Prince Slaanesh was the one among them who played the most elaborate and ruthless games.
His fighting spirit and patience were astonishing; various magical trinkets could bring unexpected surprises.
And in this cesspit of a world, having ideals was humanity's most terrifying taboo.
Once a person had ideals, a fighting spirit to lead people out of this cesspit of a world... then only the fate of inevitable failure awaited him in the future.
Under the influence of the Chaos Gods, all beauty would eventually fade, and all will would eventually be twisted.
Humanity could only forever live in a state of lingering existence.
Just like these Chemosians.
Warhammer was such a messed up world.
Even the most powerful Human Emperor could not change this outcome.
What could he, a mere mortal, do?
...
Kasga had known all of this for a long time.
It was currently only the 30K era, and the Warp's influence on reality was not yet strong.
He should have been grateful for this.
If he were to abandon his ideals and ambitions here and now, staying as far away from the Primarch in front of him as possible, he might truly escape the control of the Chaos Gods.
But... Kasga could escape Chaos and achieve a cesspit backstroke, but what about them?
Reila Nuo.
Vespasian.
Calion Zaven.
Sol Tavitz.
Aqur Duna.
Solomon Demeter.
And... and Fulgrim, who stood before him, brimming with ideals and hope.
What would happen to them?
What about the loyalists who sacrificed themselves on Istvaan III, the heroes who bravely fought for humanity's tomorrow, and the lost ones who were led astray by the machinations of the Evil Gods...?
What should they do?
...
"Fulgrim, the one I want to save is you."
Kasga looked up at her, his fighting spirit in his eyes as if it had solidified into countless golden-red sparks.
Perhaps resignation was the optimal solution for the Warhammer universe.
But it was certainly not Kasga's.
If he did not intervene, in the near future, the noble Fulgrim and the Third Legion would fall into the trap of the Evil God Slaanesh, becoming his eternal, hideous servants.
Even their heads would become pointy.
He wanted to save Fulgrim and the entire Third Legion, the Emperor's Children, from the clutches of Slaanesh.
He had to do it.
Kasga made up his mind:
If he could save the Third Legion, he would even be willing to marry Fulgrim, the most beautiful woman in the universe.
...
But first, he had to survive.
He had to live until the Human Emperor arrived, until Chemos returned to the Imperium of Man.
Currently, Chemos's environment was severely polluted, and people's average lifespan did not exceed thirty years.
This meant that Fulgrim's various consorts in the original work were all extremely short-lived.
Kasga certainly couldn't die so ignominiously.
And as long as he could live until the Human Emperor arrived on Chemos thirty years later, by then, he could, like Kor Phaeron, Luther, and Typhus (they all seemed to be traitors!), use his close relationship with the Primarch to pull strings, be partially modified into a Space Marine, and participate in the Great Crusade!
Only by undergoing the Space Marine transformation and becoming a powerful warrior with two hearts and three lungs could he possess some possibility of changing the future.
As for his plans after participating in the Great Crusade, that was not something Kasga needed to consider at the moment.
After all, the Primarch was now a woman, and it was still unclear whether the Third Legion was now the Emperor's Children or the Emperor's Daughters.
Who knew if the threads of fate would change accordingly?
...
"...Save me?"
Fulgrim, hearing Kasga loudly declare he wanted to save her, chuckled softly.
As a demigod Gene-Seed Primarch designed by the Human Emperor, she was born with the ability to perceive others' emotions.
This resolute Kasga was not trying to deliberately show off his uniqueness in front of her.
He truly wanted to save her from the bottom of his heart.
Save her?
As a flawless being, did Fulgrim truly need "saving"?
But the other party's emotions didn't seem to be a joke.
Interesting.
Fulgrim naturally developed some... interest in Kasga.
She rested her chin on her hand, watching him with amusement.
"Then, Mr. Sherlock, how do you plan to 'save' me?"
...
That was a good question.
He wouldn't be like those Eldar old shamans, blindly spouting everything they thought would happen in the "future" and then stepping into every pitfall.
The primary task at hand was to raise her favorability first, and then gradually eliminate the hidden traps left by the Evil God.
But... how do you raise a girl's favorability?
This touched upon Kasga's blind spot.
Compared to making girls happy, he seemed to have spent more time and energy on other things in his previous life.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have transmigrated here.
Besides constantly devouring Warhammer original works and fanfiction, how could he possibly read romance novels—
Eh!
After a moment of contemplation, a brilliant, though not entirely moral, idea popped into Kasga's mind.
"Fulgrim, may I ask you something?"
...
One month.
Within a month of their meeting, Kasga frequently snuck out of the manor through a secret passage to come to her and seek knowledge regarding machinery, minerals, carving, and even swordsmanship.
The purple-clad guards seemed to turn a blind eye to this.
During this month of interaction, Fulgrim also gradually grew fond of this somewhat stubborn little fellow.
Although Kasga protested the term "little fellow" numerous times, her immense advantages in stature and knowledge allowed her to successfully retain this appellation.
And during this month, Kasga was secretly brewing something.
Something big.
...
"You mean, this is for me?"
Fulgrim looked at the treasure in Kasga's hand, her eyes full of curiosity.
Just today, Kasga presented her with a special gift.
A golden ring he had personally crafted.
Gold, a metal that could neither be eaten nor fashioned into weapons, and was useless apart from its beauty, was not favored by the Chemosians.
But in Fulgrim's eyes, she saw the existence of beauty.
On the ring, a lifelike Centaur was carved.
centaurus, golden ring.
Perhaps the craftsmanship was not as good as Fulgrim's or other master carvers, but this simple, somewhat crude ring contained a rare artistic flair on Chemos.
And Kasga used the centaurus, symbolizing the stars, as his gift to her.
"Fulgrim, please listen to me."
"Perhaps in the future, we will leave Chemos together and fly into the sky."
"Just like in fairy tales, we will go with countless mechanical birds to other planets, saving those suffering people scattered throughout the world."
"Our ideals will merge into one, inseparable."
"But the path will not always be smooth."
"Perhaps in the future, we will face challenges we cannot overcome, falling into endless suspicion and pain."
"If one day you are about to be crushed by it..."
"Please, remember my words that follow."
Kasga paused, took the Primarch's hands, and looked up at her.
He could guarantee that he was absolutely not recalling the phrasing of a fixed text just now.
Because he could already recite it by heart.
"Fulgrim, you will always be my centaurus."
"No matter where you gallop in the future, I will be by your side."
"This is our covenant."
Even the Primarch, who excelled in art and beauty, could not help but blush on her flawless face when receiving such a deeply affectionate confession.
"...Smooth-talker."
She let out a soft giggle and put it on.
"But, I like it very much."
"Where did you learn all this?"
"The End and the Death – Part II – Chapter 2, The Lord of Mankind."
That was the answer to the question.
"Well... that's a secret."
Kasga chuckled awkwardly.
"But I can guarantee, it's definitely not some romance novel."
.......
Holy Terra.
The Roman-style bathhouse decor was exquisitely beautiful, with marble carvings and resplendent gem inlays complementing each other.
He was here, right here.
Chatting about the future with his son, enjoying this hard-won leisure time.
Suddenly, as if he sensed something, he frowned and looked up at the void.
His expression was strange and embarrassed.
"What's wrong, Father? Did you sense any danger signals?"
Seeing this, the massive figure over three meters tall beside him quickly tensed and arched, ready to respond to any potential threat.
He sighed helplessly.
"Nothing, my child. A small matter... Let's continue."
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At this moment, there were still 【thirty years】 until the Human Emperor's arrival on Chemos.
