There was no sky.
No ground.
No body.
Only… hunger.
Cole became aware of it before he became aware of himself. His blurry consciousness became clear, Okay. Think.
The last thing I remember…
A screen. Bright. Loud. Colors flashing. My room—yeah, my room. Controller in my hands. Some late-night game session I told myself would only last an hour.
I remember leaning forward. I remember the sound design—footsteps, distant gunfire, maybe? Or was it something else?
I blinked again, as if the memory itself might light something up.
Nothing.
"…am I dreaming?"
No answer. Of course not.
"Okay. So I passed out. This is a dream. Right? Just a dream."
But dreams don't usually hold this steady. This… consistent emptiness. No flickers. No strange distortions. Just endless, uninterrupted void.
A vast, endless darkness stretched in every direction—cold, silent. He tried to breathe, but there were no lungs. Tried to move, but there was no flesh. He began wondering if this is what the afterlife was supposed to be like - not sure.
Then the whispers began.
"You are… weak…"
"You are… meat…"
"You will be… consumed…"
The voices were not sound. They were intrusions—like something burrowing into his thoughts.
Cole panicked.
"W-what was that? Where am I?!"
No answer.
Only pressure.
Something moved in the void.
At first, it looked like light—thin strands of green lightning stretching across the darkness. But as it drew closer, Cole realized the truth.
It was not light.
It was fractured consciousness. It felt shattered, ancient, alive.
And it was looking at him. Cole didn't know what it was, but the answer appeared in his consciousness - (The Void Dragon Fragment)
W...wait what, I think I have heard this somewhere. Thinking hard... He remembered, it felt like lightning struck his consciousness.
N..No no please, how did I end up in Warhammer 40k of all places
"A new mind…"
"Primitive… fragile…"
The thing didn't speak in words—but Cole understood.
It was studying him.
"No...no, stay back!" Cole shouted, his voice echoing in a place that had no sound.
The fragments surged forward.
Pain exploded.
It felt like his thoughts were being peeled apart—layer by layer. Memories ripped open:
Him playing games
Laughing
Dying...
...falling...
"STOP!!"
The fragments began to wrap around him, tendrils of alien will tightening like chains.
Cole felt himself slipping.
His name…
His memories…
His self…
All dissolving.
"I don't want to die again…"
The words came out weak. Desperate.
And then—
Something answered.
A pulse.
Deep inside what remained of him.
Warm. Structured. Ordered.
Completely different from the chaos surrounding him.
[Signal Detected]
[Cognitive Core Stabilizing]
[Foreign Intrusion Detected]
Cole froze.
"What… what is that?"
The void recoiled.
For the first time, the fragments hesitated.
"Unknown…"
"Interference…"
The pulse grew stronger.
Light—not green, not chaotic—but clean, precise, artificial.
[Initializing Neural Framework]
[Titanfall Systems Archive — Partial Activation]
A flood Information hit him. Causing pain all over, his consciousness about to flicker out of existence when it finally stopped.
Systems. Weapons. Movement protocols. AI structures. Neural links.
It was overwhelming... " Damn it, I almost got torn apart"
The information was finally organized.
Cole gasped.
"I… I can think…"
The fragments lashed out again, more violently this time.
"Threat…"
"Eradicate…"
But something had changed.
[Adaptive Analysis Engaged]
[Foreign Entity — Classification: Fragmented Machine-God Consciousness]
[Threat Level: Critical]
Cole blinked.
"…Machine-god?" Definitely remembered in Warhammer 40k the Void Dragon aka Mag'ladroth is one of the most powerful and terrible C'tan Star Gods in Warhammer 40k, representing technology, energy, and material laws. After being shattered by the Necrons, its shards—notably the one rumored to be imprisoned beneath Mars—are nearly indestructible, capable of manipulating massive amounts of energy.
"What bad luck, how did I end up clashing with one of the shards?" He thought to himself.
The system didn't answer. It didn't need to.
Because now...he could see them.
Not just shapes.
Structures.
Patterns.
Weaknesses.
"Wait…"
His fear faded...replaced by something else.
Clarity.
"If I can analyze it…"
The fragments surged again. Trying to consume Cole's consciousness.
"—then I can break it."
Cole reached out.
Not with hands.
With will.
[Override Attempt Initiated]
[Conflict Detected]
The void screamed.
For the first time, the fragments felt it's food resisting, it sensed something stronger and unfamiliar.
"Impossible…"
"You are… lesser…"
The pulse inside him expanded—turning into a network of light.
A system.
A structure.
A weapon.
[Reconfiguration Protocol Active]
[Assimilation Pathway Established]
The fragments faltered.
Then—
They began to collapse.
Cole felt it happen.
Not destruction. But total Consumption.
Memories poured into him, this time it was not painful.
Ancient wars
Living metal
Machine consciousness
Star gods
His mind shook under the weight. "Guess my consciousness has adapted". Not wanting to experience that soul tearing pain again, Cole thought in relief.
The system held.
Organized.
Filtered.
Strengthened.
The Result
Silence returned.
The void stilled.
The fragments were gone.
Cole floated there—no longer helpless.
"I can feel it under my skin. No—within it".
A presence. A system. A… gift?
…And it chose me.
[Titanfall Technology Tree — Fully Unlocked]
[Neural Compatibility: Absolute]
The words didn't appear before my eyes—they imprinted themselves directly into my mind.
In the novels I read about reincarnation, some MC's got something like a system or cheat ability. "It would be helpful in surviving this cesspool of Warhammer". The thought of gaining a "golden finger" made Cole very happy.
I close my eyes—and I see it.
Frameworks of machinery unfolding like branches of a living tree. Titans—colossal, godlike constructs—standing silent in conceptual space, waiting for a command that only I can give. Weapon systems, propulsion cores, neural links… all of it mapped, categorized, perfected.
Technology… as tools, to be used with instinct.
Of course it is.
I laugh—quiet, disbelieving, but it echoes with something sharper now. Confidence, maybe.
There's no friction. No hesitation. If I reach for it—if I will it—the connection is seamless. Machine and mind… no, that distinction is already starting to blur.
[Adaptive Engineering Function — Activated]
Yes… I can feel that too.
It's not static knowledge. It's alive. Responsive. Give me scrap, give me ruin, give me nothing but broken metal and I will build. Improve. Iterate. Refine.
This isn't just inheritance.
This is evolution, accelerated.
He exhaled.
"…I won?"
Cole focused inward—and the system responded instantly.
[Titan Archive — Status: Active]
[Core Function: Technological Reconstruction & Integration]
"…Show me everything," Cole muttered.
The response was immediate... understanding.
Streams of data unfolded in his mind:
[Neural-link combat systems]
[Titan chassis designs]
[AI-assisted warfare protocols]
But something stood out.
Everything was… incomplete.
Fragmented.
[Notice: Archive Integrity — 12%]
[Missing Data: Critical]
Cole frowned.
"So I don't actually have the tech…"
[Correction: You possess the framework]
[Requirement: External Data Acquisition]
"Meaning?"
[Input Required: Blueprints / Wreckage / Active Systems]
[Method: Analysis — Deconstruction — Integration]
Cole went still.
"…I have to build it."
More data surfaced.
This time, harsher. More demanding.
[Primary Growth Conditions Identified:]
[Technological Sources]
[Industrial Infrastructure]
[High-Complexity Systems]
Then... A deeper directive, Cold.
[Priority Targets:]
[Forge Worlds]
[Autonomous Machine Civilizations]
[Ancient Technological Ruins]
Cole's expression hardened.
"…so I can also upgrade the system through conquest."
[Affirmative]
[Expansion Through Acquisition]
The Truth
It wasn't a gift, It was a pathway.
A system that demanded: War, Control, and Dominance to grow.
Cole exhaled slowly.
"…So the stronger the technology I conquer…"
[The greater the Archive evolves]
For a moment, the void felt smaller.
Not because it changed—
But because he understood it now.
Final Realization
Cole closed his eyes.
"…This isn't just a system."
A pause.
Then a quiet, dangerous conclusion:
"It's a weapon that grows with war."