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Surviving Warhammer with my knowledge

Lost between time and space, a man known as Dr. Dew—a scientist turned synthetic survivor—awakens on a vast, untamed world untouched by civilization. Armed with nothing but his mind and a body engineered to defy nature itself, he must rebuild from the ground up, carving out a place for himself in this primal land teeming with towering beasts and hidden dangers. Unbeknownst to him, across the massive continent, another figure stirs—an enigmatic genius, summoned by forces beyond understanding. Drawn toward an unseen connection, she begins her own journey, hoping to one day uncover the mystery of the man who inadvertently called her into existence. As years pass, technology advances, knowledge is rediscovered, and the foundations of a new future take shape. But when the stars finally turn their gaze toward this forgotten world, Dr. Dew will have to decide: will he remain hidden in the shadows of history, or will he step forward and reshape the fate of an entire galaxy? P.S. This story was made with the help of A.I. since I have a hard time spelling and writing due to my dyslexia. Also, I do not own any of these characters, franchises, or prodcts that are or may be mentioned in this story except for the Mc. Also this is still being worked on so don't be surprised to see chapters getting edited quite frequently and since I have a job that takes most of my time I am unable to write, plan, and update/edit chapters daily. Franchises that will be used in this story: Fallout, Broken Age, Assassin's Creed, Metal Gear, Punishing Gray Raven, House of DaVinci, Bio Shock, Cyberpunk, Ultra Kill, Goddess of Victory Nikke, Chibi Robo, Newton and the Apple Tree (A Visual Novel), Detroit Become Human, Starbound, Girls Frontline, Titan Fall, Infamous, and Fate.
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For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
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