Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 2 A Fairy Tale of a Thousand Stars

Casca traveled through time.

(Old God Terran profanity), how did I end up in the Warhammer world?!

To make matters worse, he was transported to Chemos, the homeworld of Primarch Vograim!

He was spotted by Slaanesh, the Prince of Pleasure, the moment he landed!

In the Warhammer universe, the space outside the material world is called the warp.

Within this subspace reside four evil gods.

Slaanesh was one of them.

If any mortal manages to attract their attention, causing their soul to fall into their hands...
Then what awaits is the eternal and endless torment from the evil god after death.

And clearly, he had won the grand prize.

"Hahaha!"

It doesn't matter if you couldn't live within the Sixth Ring Road in your past life!

I can stay in the Sixth Ring Road forever!
Of course, these are all minor matters compared to what he sees and hears before him.

The key is--

(Old Holy Terra swear word) Fugrim, when did you (Old Holy Terra swear word) become a woman?!
Fugren, also known as Fugren, Third Sister, or Third Princess, is the Primarch of the Third Legion, the Sons of the Emperor.

In the Warhammer universe, he is a perfect Legion leader, a Primarch who is most merciful and compassionate to mortals, a master swordsman specializing in neck attacks, and a demigod who inspires humanity toward the future.

At the same time, he is also a demon prince who will eventually fall, a follower of the Prince of Pleasure, a lunatic, and a purple-skinned mudfish.

but!
No matter what, it absolutely, absolutely, absolutely could not be a woman!
The throne is yours!
Kasgar knew that Forgrim was the only Primarch in the original work who had been married.

But Casca would never know that the person he was going to marry was himself!
He's about to marry a Primarch!

he!
Follow Fugrim!
marry!

Casca was sweating profusely.

He felt a chill creeping down his neck.

quack!
I don't want to be a senior student, I don't want to be a headless knight!

Even in his most blasphemous dream from his past life, this development was perhaps a bit too ahead of its time.

This had a similar impact on his worldview as it did twenty years ago when a dump truck sped by and brought him here.

It's really confusing.

"are you OK?"

Seeing Kasgar suddenly erupt in strong emotional turmoil, Fugrim stepped forward with concern and confusion.

However, it's not necessarily true that it's all over!
Even if the evil god is watching and rejoicing at this moment.

Casca still has one last way to break the deadlock.

Yes, he can do it.

Having made up his mind, he smiled and spoke to the female archetype, whose face was full of doubt:
"Forgrim".

"You are the most beautiful Chemos girl I have ever seen."

There are stars in your eyes.

Casca's eyes were full of affection.

"However, as a descendant of the Sherlock family, I may need to go back and take care of some matters."

Smiling, Cassius retreated as fast as he could, waving goodbye.

Run away!

According to his memory, Fugrim lived on this planet for a total of fifty years.

Then she will join the Great Crusade that sweeps across the entire galaxy with the Human Emperor who comes to pick her up.

The Great Expedition will last for hundreds of years.

Until the final "Great Rebellion," Chemos, the homeworld of the rebel army, was completely destroyed by the Lion King.

He has more than two hundred years left.

Casca was confident that he would die before the Great Rebellion and the Extermination Order.

Although she didn't know if the Primarch becoming a woman would change the timeline, she thought that if she could reject the other party and live a peaceful life in Chemos, that would be fine.
As an ordinary and uninteresting person, Slaanesh, the evil god who possesses the highest and most intense emotions, would naturally lose interest in him.

Even if the Primarch falls into corruption in the future, Chemos will still usher in a new era before that happens.

Even if all of this is as brilliant and fleeting as a shooting star, even if the noble Fugrim and the Third Legion will later become puppets of the evil god.
What does this have to do with Casca, that dead man?

My friend, you are a heretic.

Having transmigrated to the Warhammer world, one should just drift along aimlessly.

Any idea that seeks to change or save this situation will only bring greater suffering.

This is the unchanging rule of Warhammer.

"Star?"

Upon hearing the compliment, Fugrim bent down to look at the other person, her eyes filled with joy.

"You also know about the existence of stars?"

Just as Casca just described.

In that instant, he did indeed see a myriad of dazzling stars reflected in Fugrim's pale purple pupils.

Before Casca could react, the Primarch's fair yet powerful hand firmly grasped his arm.

"Quickly, come with me."

Casca regretted it.

I shouldn't have been so cheeky.

He forgot that there are no stars in the dust that fills the sky of Chemos.

Apart from him and Fugrim, two outsiders, no one would remember that there were stars twinkling beyond the world.

He was now being led by the Primarch with an irresistible force through the lower factories of Carax.

The layout here is extremely complex.

The expansion of machinery, piling up in areas outside the original design, made the already cramped space even more congested.

It's hot and humid. The bustling workers toil here all day long, without a moment's rest.

This is also something that can't be helped.

Chemos was originally just a planet that produced minerals.

After the warp storm that swept across the entire galaxy arrived, the Chemos, deprived of external supplies, had to find a way to survive on these steel behemoths.

Pipelines used for producing steel have been converted into food production facilities, and metal refining facilities have been converted into water refining facilities.

It's difficult to use and very inefficient.

Fortunately, they are still alive.

All they could do was live.

Forget history, burn books.

Endless labor.

Everything on this planet serves the purpose of survival.

After many twists and turns, Fugrim finally stopped in front of a low, dilapidated gate.

Through the door opened by Fugrim, Kasgar saw the children whose colors were instantly illuminated.

"Sister Fugen!" The dozen or so thin children living in the dark and cramped dormitory quickly surrounded her, cheering.

They were all very young.

The reason is simple: as soon as they get a little older, they will have to work as child laborers in factories for sixteen hours a day.

These are all desperate measures taken by humankind in order to survive.

It was even said that the children's situation was worse before Fugrim arrived.

Fortunately, they still have the right to enjoy what little "wonderful" childhood remains.

It's time for Fugrim to tell stories to the children.

As for the content of the story, it comes from the picture book left to her by her adoptive parents, which records some colors that were never seen in the gloomy lives of the Chemos.

The pages are brittle and thin, but the ink is still vivid and lively.

Kasgar turned the book over and leaned over to look at a page. It was a picture of a warrior in purple armor fighting a Gorgon.

In addition, the book describes ancient gods and their luxurious meals.

Through her reading, the children understood for the first time that food, in addition to satisfying hunger, also has the concept of taste.

"Great!"

"I want to eat delicious starch bars too!"

But it seems they all interpreted it as starch bars with different flavors.

"Food is more than just starch bars."

Fugrim corrected him with a smile.

"Sister Fugen has made a decision!"

"When we grow up, they'll throw us a 'feast'!"

"You'll have access to an endless supply of pure water and an ever-growing supply of starch bars!"

"A banquet! Let's have a banquet!"

"They'll also show us plays! There will be a big, tall theater! Sister Fugen will sit in the theater and tell us the most wonderful and interesting stories!"

"Let's watch a play!"

"I want to see a play too!"

Young children are the most restless.

Fugrim's promise of the future has them jumping around excitedly in the house.

"Mr. Sherlock."

At this moment, Fugrim turned around and looked behind her. "Since you mentioned stars, you must know some legends from ancient times."

"Could you tell the story to the children, and to me as well?"

A story.
Casca fell into deep thought.

In his heart, he already knew the answer.

That's a story about the thousands of stars in the sky.

Beyond the dust storms of Chemos lies an endless expanse of azure sky.

And above the azure sky are countless stars of all sizes.

Each of them is the size of a Chemos; and each one is inhabited by countless humans.

But the humans living on these stars are not happy.

Some of them have planets with living environments just as bad as Chemos.

Some planets are habitable, but the people on them kill each other for their own benefit.

Other planets were invaded by villains, who killed all the humans who dared to resist, and the rest were subjected to their permanent enslavement.

Humanity was thus scattered among the stars.

They called out to each other in the darkness, but could no longer hear each other's reply.

Until a brave man stepped forward.

He used his wisdom to create flying mechanical birds, which carried seeds, and the wasteland was filled with flowers from then on.

He wrote books of truth with starlight, letting them guide the way forward, and helping lost people find their way home.

He used magic to conjure powerful angels to protect humanity, leaving the villains to slink away.

Finally, after he successfully lit up all the stars—

He allowed the mechanical bird, under the protection of angels, to carry countless healthy, happy, rational, and steadfast compatriots to meet.

Just like when they were still together ten thousand years ago, they communicate and sing in the same language.

People laughed and gathered together again.
The fairy tale has ended.

The children gradually drifted off into a sweet dream.

But he was the only one who never wanted to wake up.

“Mr. Sherlock, you are the first person besides my adoptive parents to mention stories from other planets.”

Fugrim smiled and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Kasgar's eyes.

She knew her mission all along, deep down.

It led countless people out of the dark age of ignorance, allowing humanity to move back towards light, humanity, and wisdom.

This is her, the Primarch Fugrim, her innate goal.

Just like the hero in the Casgar story.

But she was unwilling to stir up further conflict over the fragile Chemos.

A political marriage with the ruler of Carax Fortress was the fastest way she could think of to improve the world.

However, she seemed to have overestimated the significance of ideals and the sky for the Chemos people.

Compared to Fugrim's perfect appearance and powerful strength, the allure of those "stars" that only exist in legends pales in comparison.

Whether there are countless beautiful lanterns in the sky that sometimes light up and sometimes dim is something no one cares about.

The same was true of the Sherlock men she encountered earlier.

In order to survive, the Chemos have forgotten far too much.

But today, she seems to have met a like-minded companion.

A person who remembers that art and beauty, ideals and dreams still exist.

She felt his passion.

“Mr. Casgar Sherlock.”

"Would you like to join me, just like in the story, to save Chemos, who has forgotten the stars above his head?"

She extended her hand, offering an olive branch to the young man before her.

And Casca always seems to give her an unexpected answer.

“No, Fugrim. Not just Chemos.”

Kaska reached out and gripped her hand tightly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her, and remained silent for a long, long time.

Like countless foolish but persistent pioneers, he spoke after making a certain decision:
"The one I want to save is you."

And just like that, Casca's life was completely ruined.

(End of this chapter)