Shipping goods from the game to the World of Warhammer

Is there anything more unlucky than being hit by a falling object while walking down the street? Yes, Rhodes was transported to one of the worlds most dreaded by humans: Warhammer 40. The good news: he was a wandering merchant, and a fairly high-ranking one at that. The bad news: his dynasty was on the verge of collapse. But thankfully, he had a system that could bring products from various games into the Warhammer world. Hunger? Forget about it. Parsnip that ripens every four days, a super hen that lays an egg every day. What do you mean, "I'm mingling with evil aliens"? Go tell me about my hybrid army of Zerg, Protoss, and humans. Years later, looking at the trembling warp demons before him, Rhodes gave a wicked smile. "Today is the monthly warp drain day again. Don't worry, I'll sustainably drain the resources."