America? No, it's the warp!

"Good morning, Ms. Logistics Officer! Could I have a can of Ant Cow food?"

At Seattle’s Pioneer Square, most of the homeless people gathered around the food trucks; those who didn’t come had probably frozen solid in the sudden drop in temperature last night.

The female volunteers distributing the food looked puzzled, as if they were looking at someone who was crazy.

Logan quickly coughed to cover his embarrassment: "Ahem... Don't mind me, beautiful lady, I'm a die-hard Warhammer fan. I mean, could you please give me some free food?"

The volunteer grinned, shook his head, and handed over a piece of food from the food cart.

Taking the food, Logan imitated one of his mentors from a past life:

"Thank you! My generous lady! God bless you! I have a friend who caught a cold last night and is now lying in a garbage dump trying to keep warm. May I get him some food?"

Upon hearing the blessing, the volunteer's face lit up with a smile, and she handed over another one.

"God damn!"

"Holy shit!"

Logan clutched the two portions of food tightly and hurried away from the crowd amidst the sighs of the other homeless people. He kept shifting his path, avoiding piles of papers every few steps and trash flying in the wind, and hid in a dark alley near Pioneer Square Waterfall Park.

The alley is usually safe; a black man won't suddenly appear and steal his food.

Hiding in a secluded corner, he finally tore open the paper bag to check his food for the day:

"I won! Today I got a ham and cheese sandwich, a half-blackened banana, a small bag of potato chips, and most importantly, this hot coffee!"

He devoured the first cup in a flash, then took a small sip of his coffee.

A warm current flowed into my stomach, dispelling some of the chill in my body.

"Phew~ I feel like I'm a bit further away from the kill line."

It's already late October, and the nighttime temperature is close to 5 degrees Celsius. He's only wearing a thin pair of trousers on his lower body, and his upper body is just a tattered hoodie with cardboard tied to it.

If he hadn't managed to hide in the garbage dump last night, he would have become a merchandise Gundam on the street.

Seattle's cold, rainy nights are notorious.

He never expected that after three days of transmigrating, the most important thing would be to avoid freezing to death.

Logan finished his coffee in one gulp and then opened another one.

"Sigh... taking advantage of others' pity is all for the sake of eating more. This body is 1.8 meters tall, has a huge appetite, and nobody knows where the next free food will spawn."

As he ate, he gazed at the gray sky, reflecting on his original identity.

"22 years old, a typical white American, a three-year veteran, and a seasoned homeless person for one year."

"On the verge of certain death."

Logan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, like a worm gnawing at him.

"Hiss...it's happening again..."

He put down the food and painfully rubbed his temples.

The failure of a military operation caused the original owner to suffer from PTSD and brain damage.

After being discharged from the military, he became addicted to Warhammer games, causing Warhammer terms to pop into his head from time to time. Unable to work, he was kicked out of his home by his wife and became a homeless person on the streets.

A poor Warhammer fan.

Logan took out a bottle of painkillers, poured out a few pills and put them in his mouth, then swallowed them with the help of coffee.

"call……"

Taking painkillers can relieve headaches, and the original owner became addicted to painkillers due to frequent use.

He continued eating his sandwich, cursing Bicth inwardly.

"A heretic whose brain has been corrupted by Sinister motives! He dumped his original self for a lover. Once I'm out of the killing line, I'll make him know what Khorne truly is!"

"What's even more outrageous is America's veterans' benefits system. The original owner of this body didn't receive a single penny of veterans' benefits until he was kicked out of his home."

"A young white man who enlisted at 17 was abandoned by America after three years of service."

How ironic!

Logan ate every last bit of food, then cleaned the paper bag and stuffed it into his patchwork shirt for extra warmth.

He pulled out a crumpled bag of American gold bars, took out the last one, and savored it carefully.

It's spicy and pungent, very strong! It also makes you feel more alert.

"The cold isn't insurmountable, but joining a gang and selling enhancement drugs on the streets goes against the conduct of an Emperor's follower."

"Besides, only fools do jobs that involve walking on thin ice or stealing food from under a gun. It's better to find a proper job."

Just then, a mechanical voice rang in my ears:

[Environmental scanning in progress...]

[Warp demons discovered...Imperial bloodline discovered...Mechanicus discovered...Eldarin discovered...Necromancers discovered...Orcs discovered...Genestealers discovered...Environmental conditions met]

[Warhammer System Activated]

[This is an Imperial planet in the Extreme Starfield. You are a glorious Imperial Astral Army soldier, here to fight against all the Chaos Demons and Evil Aliens that threaten the Empire. In the name of the Emperor, complete your mission and become an Imperial soldier of both power and honor!]

A familiar yet unfamiliar pale blue screen immediately popped up before my eyes:

[Host: Logan]

[Military Rank: Recruit (Military rank determines the types of military equipment that can be exchanged)]

Merit Points: 0 (used to exchange for various military equipment)

【chaos

Khorne: -1 (Khorne seems to look down on you a bit)

Nagoro: 1 (sign of impending death)

Slaanesh: 3 (Deeply afflicted by Slaanesh's curse)

Tzeentch: 2 (Although he is somewhat mentally unstable, he is quite interesting to outsiders)

(The corruption values ​​of the four evil gods correspond to an increase in a certain aspect of their power, but if they become too high, they will gradually become the evil gods' minions.)

……

Warhammer System?

Logan immediately expressed his doubts:

"Why Warhammer specifically? And what's with this data? The stats for the Four Gods?"

"I am an absolutely loyal soldier of the Emperor!"

However, he later discovered that the panel could appear and disappear at will, which made it seem somewhat real.

"It can't be true..."

"Hey! Logan!"

A desperate voice came from the alleyway, "Stark! Help me!"

Logan looked over and seemed to see a staggering figure in military uniform, carrying a gun. But as the person drew closer, he realized it was just a emaciated homeless man. He asked:

"What's wrong, Kieran? Did you steal someone else's leaves again?"

"No..." Kieran gasped, "There's a black guy... trying to steal my food."

He held the free food he had received in one hand and pointed to the alleyway with the other.

Logan glanced over and saw a Black homeless man running towards them, cursing and swearing.

"You bicth! Give me that food! You took what was rightfully mine!"

[Quest received: Daring Scoundrel!]

You encounter a fellow Astral Army soldier who is being pursued by local demi-human inhabitants who are attempting to steal his supplies. Help your comrade resolve this problem.

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

"Hmm? A mission?"

"It's getting more and more realistic; I have to try it."

Logan stepped forward, blocking Kieran's path. He was 1.8 meters tall and, although thin, he was very intimidating.

The black man stopped in his tracks, watching the two men ahead warily, but showed no sign of backing down.

[Do not use violence first; try to intimidate the enemy with the prestige of the Imperial Army.]

[Bonus Reward: +20 Merit Points]

"Is there any further guidance?"

Logan cleared his throat and said righteously:

"Do you know who we are? We once defended the Empire! Now you want to steal the food of a defender? The Emperor will not allow it."

"Shut up! What are you babbling about! What does 'Empire' mean? Stop talking nonsense! Give me the food right now!"

The Black man read the random reply and began to approach, attempting to forcibly seize it.

[It seems this demi-human is unrepentant. Fine, use your best methods, soldier.]

Upon hearing the system notification, Logan gave the approaching black man a friendly smile.