[Daily login reward received:

  Charisma slightly improved.]

  I sigh, squeezing the trigger of my M36 Kantrael Pattern Lasrifle. Immediately, a beam of red light burns through the air. The densed pulse of energy strikes the steel target dead-ter, pierg through it without any trouble before exploding on something, somewhere. Once again, I hit a long-distaarget using nothing but a set of ironsight, thus impressing the Lieutenao me again.

  "Really, why aren't you in the Sharpshooter Corp yet, Ein?" The Sergeant of my squad says with a humorous ugh, taking in the s the other Sergeants are now handing over to him for losing the bet.

  Earlier today, the Sergeant responsible for my squad approached me to participate in a ptoon marksmanship petition. The petition winner will then move on to pete in the pany-size event, ultimately ending up in a test of skill with other shooters iire regiment. As a mere Corporal in the grand scheme of things, I am the best shooter in my squad, and an equally best soldier my Sergeant ever have the honor to lead acc to the man. As such, he will always boast to others about me, propping me up as a fine example of the Cadian spirit. Hence, when it es to this petitive match, the other squads bring forth their very best to match up against me. All of them are eager to attain the honor of a winner, not to mentioing a cut of the betting pool that is anized by the Sergeants themselves. Having been on the field for a long time, these Sergeants accrued enough s to splurge o. The bigger the bet, the more fident the Sergeants are in their subordinates, and they do not want to shame us grunts by pying it safe. Unfortunately for my other rades, I am just uable in marksmanship due to my frankly inhuman level of skill.

  Yes, I cheat, all thanks to the System given to me in my transmigration to this Warhammer 40k universe. Each day, in the early m acc to the Sor hours, a random login reward will be given. These be either a variable increase in attributes, random skills, esoteriowledge, or physical objects that are kept in a separate dimension, courtesy of the System itself. The st thing I need is to pull the freaking UNSC Spirit of Fire out of thin air and be accused of heresy by the regiment issar or Chapin.

  That said, during my time dwelling in the Cadian archives and the many ss I learned as an Imperial Guardswoman, I have e to aowledge that this is an alternate universe of the 40k world. Instead of the normal grim dark setting of Warhammer, things in this alternate universe are a tad more... Brighter? Albeit only just slightly so.

  The first notable difference is that the Emperor of Mankind is a she. While a surprise to be sure, it's not a jaw-dropping shocker when history has already depicted numerous females bearing the title of Emperors instead of Empresses. Yet, true amazement es to in the fact that the Primarchs of the venerable Adeptus Astartes are also females, with rumors of Space Marines being a mixed service. For some time, I thought only the Adeptus Custodes had transhuman males and females among their ranks in Her service, but it seems I was wrong to t on some shoddy meta-knowledge. Still, not everything I know is unusable, I do mao verify that the Sisters of Battle is still a thing. I t that detail as a small wind.

  The point is, I have long treated this universe as a very, very serious oppo since I first gained crity. The Aremy, the Ork, the Tyrannids... Hell, even the local faunas are out to get a bite of humanity at every er of this gaxy. In this world, you 't even trust yourself if you're unlucky and fall prey to anipution. In 40k, a singur Astartes may amount to o nothing, much less normal flesh and blood. In the dark future of mankind, quantity is forced to have a quality of its own. If a transmigrator fails to adopt a flexible yet resilient mihe moment they set foot into this domain, eveh 't be sidered a release.

  Fortunately for myself, I cheat. Yeah, you will be seeing me cheat a lot from here on out. My cheat is the System, gifted to me by a lovely Omniversal bartender and a certain overworked Shoggoth who loves cookies way too much. If we're going by an isekai term, then they're what you call ROBs. The System I received might be sidered barebone by many others. Yet to me, I love the fact that the System is cise and without needless flourishing.

  Really, you really quantify a person's physical aal values? you even possibly do that in a coherent format when this person's power has reached a ridiculous point? Other than bloating up the System's s, I don't see why I would want that maails whenever I y my eyes on its greenish s. Something along the lines of showing what skills I have, a note of my power level, the things I have in my iory, the rewards I received, or even an enemy assessment is fine by me. That said, there have been times when the System received an upgrade in the Daily Logins. They're mostly quality-of-life updates so I won't harp on that. Rather, I think the best rewards I have gotten so far are the attribute increases and skills.

  While not up to the point of augmented humans or transhuman, my overall strength be sidered a cut above normal elite guardsmen level. However, my strength lies in my dexterity and agility, something that I aly to great effe training and bat. For the skills category, I learn anything from mundane skills like cooking and survival to bat skills like marksmanship and CQbat. Some rewards boost my itive fun or even allow me to pete for a spot in the Adeptus Meicus but I think my most prized possessions are these two particur skills.

  [Debuff Immunity:

  Grants plete immunity to any ill-effect.

  Things like mind trol, mental manipution, soul or physical poisoning, siess,... As long as the effect is detrimental to the bearer of this skill, the bearer will not be affected. The bearer will be able to survive and thrive with an indomitable spirit and body, pletely free from influences of the ive kind.

  Mitigate fatigue, pain, aive emotions.

  This skill has little to no room for improvement.]

  [Battle meditation:

  A skill that boosts the morale, stamina, and overall battle prowess of the user and an individual's allies while redug the opposition's bat-effectiveness by eroding their will to fight.

  The buffs are applied to allies uhe and of the skill bearer. It also exists as an aura, with those directly uhe and of the skill bearer receiving the rgest bes. Debuffs are applied to the enemy in the radius of this aura.

  The buffs, debuffs, and aura radius scale with the power and uanding of the skill bearer in the way of warfare.

  Warning! Overdrafting the skill will induce mental burdens on the skill bearer. The effect is mitigated by the skill Debuff Immunity.

  Acclimating with the skill for a prolonged period will reduce the mental load. Please train hard, skill bearer!]

  Right, in the right hand, meanihese two skills are the basis for some ridiculous te-game shenanigans. Imagich-spping a team of Heretic Astartes with nothing but two ptoons of unbending Guardsmen, now that's a sight to behold. Regardless, I am but a normal Corporal on the p of Cadia for now. And yes, Cadia is still unbroken by the Despoiler at this point. However, many skirmishes have already occurred. I do not doubt that the 13th Bck Crusade will start iure. Given my shaky meta knowledge, the 13th Bck Crusade will mark one of the darkest periods in mankind's history. There is much that o be done before then.

  Obviously, after 16 years of daily login in the 40k universe, I am sidered talented if not a genius in the eyes of my Cadian patriots. Yet, with how young I am and hoeople there are in aire regiment, much less a hive city or even a p, it will be some time before I elevate myself somepce higher. However, this only applies if I am to be a Guardswoman for life.

  With the knowledge and skills granted by the System, I strive to make the Imperium of Maer as a whole. Teology in the 40k universe has regressed much sihe Age of Teology. The subsequent Age of Strife resulted in an appreciation fnorand backwardness over the adva of sd teology. This is further pounded by the tralization of all Human teical and stifiowledge in the hands of the theocratid secretive Meicus, preventing the dissemination of known sd teology across the gaxy that might speed up the process of innovation.

  Humanity as a whole became more superstitious and distrustful of advaeology and the unknown because of the myriad horrors perpetrated during the Age of Strife. In this era, humanity loath a ge that proves too major for its narrow worldview. Unfortunately, no one challehis notion, not until Roboute Guilliman recovers from the wound inflicted by the Heretics... No, in this universe, Roboute Guilliman is named Reyanna Guilliman. Holy, I am still trying to my head around the new names of the Primarchs, Loyalists, aics alike. Truly, 40k is a universe filled with wonders.

  My mulling is soon cut short, however, when my Sergeant presents me with my share of the betting pool and even a hefty bonus because he is that much of a nice guy. We both share a fist bump before I am soon approached by the pany Captain. Both my Sergeant and I salute the high-ranking officer, to which the bald maurns with professionalism.

  "Sergeant, Corporal." The Captais.

  "Sir." The two of us reply while standing at attention.

  "Fine shooting today, young dy." The veteran Captain says to me with the fai hint of a smirk on his wrinkled face. "You have proven yourself to be a good markswoman. In fact, the shots I see you pull off with that Lasrifle rival those from an actual sniper with a Long-Las. My aide here vouy ent."

  The Captain's aide, a woman with ach that also bears a sniper's badge, nods. "I remember you, Corporal Ein. You have been one of the most promising students I have ever trained. It seems that you have improved a lot since you graduated from the Whiteshield."

  I nod at the woman, my former instructor with a faint smile. "Thank you, ma'am. It's good to see you again."

  The woman barks a ugh. "Girl, you're the only ohat so far that says that." She then turns to the Captain. "Captain, she's a fine Cadian. She may be young, but she get far with the right support. Her shooting skill is such that she is unmatched in our pany. Perhaps we immediately elevate her to the regimental level petition."

  "With what we have seen so far, I re no one will be remiss of us doing such." The Captain turns to look at us. "We do get the rec down, right?"

  "Got them all recorded back there, Captain." The Sergeant points at a er of the rah a smile. "We're doing this with full transparency."

  The Captain nods. "Right, but do edit out the betting part. Otherwise, someone will breathe down your ned it won't be me."

  The Sergeant of my squad salutes with a smirk. "You got it, sir."

  Thus I end the day with some s heavier than before. And in case you haven't paid attention. I am Corporal Ein, just Ein. Born in the fortress world of Cadia and noroud member of the Cadian Shock Trooper, I am what you may call an experienced dy in life. Why? Because Cadians are just born different. As for my goal in this grim dark future? Well, I do not want to survive, I want to thrive. Giving the Heretics a bloody nose will be my first step in doing so.