The Doom Slayer answers the call of a dying world. The Old World faces extinction as Chaos reigns supreme. With his sword of vengeance in hand, the Slayer enters the world to change the tides of war. No longer will there be the laughter of thirsting gods. Only their screams.

Our story begins not in the 41st Millennium or the year 2077, but in our very own mundane reality. The protagonist: an ordinary male, albeit one of extraordinary intellect, armed with a Master's Degree in Engineering and Robotics. His life, steeped in the logic of circuits and the elegance of mechanical design, is cut short unexpectedly - a sudden, random event that rips him from his existence. His final vision is not the pearly gates, but the cold, gleaming optics and intricate circuitry of a being beyond mortal comprehension: a Cybernetic Goddess. This divine mechanoid, perhaps an echo of a forgotten cosmic AI or a benevolent Machine Spirit, sees his potential, his inherent understanding of the mechanical, and grants him a new purpose. She sends him not to paradise, but to a world desperately in need of his unique talents: the dystopian future of Cyberpunk 2077. But he is no mere tourist. He carries with him the very essence of an Iron Hands Techmarine. Cyberpunk 2077 is property of CD ProjektRed Warhammer 40k is owned by Games Workshop

A mysterious gate opened up in the middle of the concrete ruin of a long-dead civilization. It invited something that would be even more terrible than a demon to their world. Survival is top priority because blood is plenty for these creatures, and they are out for it. This is a fanfiction of Gate: Thus the JSDF fought there by Takumi Yanai and Ultrakill by Arsi "Hakita" Patala.

【𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿】 【𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬】 Being on a leash to a possibly higher-dimensional eldritch horror that devours entire planets and species is not quite what one would call... "optimal". Yet, that is B's life. A constant struggle between actually listening to the robot that wears the skin of his old friend and booking it to the nearest star to take a little dip. At least he's not alone. He has two of his... like, ten friends remaining! Yeah... happy thoughts... At the very least, they are hot if nothing else! Although he could do without the constant bloodshed. New planet. Same old story. Find. Kill. Devour. Build a fucking tower. It was getting old fast, and B doesn't play bitch... at least not to Cyn. J can get it, though.

Your caught up in a invasion in a Mars Facilty and you meet a certain Female Space marine in green armor.

You decided you wanted a better life. And joining a sketchy company was far from your list of worries. At least that's what you thought. Turns out more was in store for you than you realize, both good and bad.