Transmigrating into Warhammer: From the Start, I Became the Bald God of War

Lin Yue’s life took a sharp turn while he was grilling skewers. After dying while saving someone, he transmigrates into the Warhammer 40K universe as a shining, polished “egg.”

That’s right, he’s literally bald. In the Blood Angels’ neophyte reserve, while the others wail over having their heads shaved, he rubs his gleaming scalp and ponders: Does going bald early count as devotion?

Genetic enhancement? He treats surgery like a routine checkup and nearly starts discussing patient rights with the Apothecary.

Tactical training? He pulls out a set of “urban enforcement procedures” and leaves the instructor deep in thought.

Fighting aliens? He grabs a loudspeaker and starts lecturing them on the “Regulations for Managing Extraterrestrial Life.”

In this hopeless, dark universe, Chaos whispers, aliens lurk everywhere, and humanity struggles through blood and fire. Lin Yue, a former police station officer, decides to use the only talent he has: a bald head with an abnormally high reflectivity, plus a whole arsenal of Earth-style absurd logic, to give this world, serious to the point of insanity, a little “reality check.”

“I might not be able to beat a daemon.” He polishes his head and adjusts the angle. “But I can blind them with reflected light, then reason with them using the Public Security Administration Punishments Law.”

When the Four Chaos Gods finally notice this “nail of reality” that can’t be corrupted, Lin Yue is crouched in a trench, reflecting signals off his bald head to send Morse code to his squadmates: “Grilled skewers tonight. Who’s bringing the cumin?”

This is the hilarious survival story of an egg-shaped bald man who reflects light like crazy, teaches hard-hitting law, and saves humanity along the way (maybe) in the Warhammer universe.

This story is dedicated to one of my goofy buddies. I hope he learns to protect himself someday~ P.S. He’s not dead, just injured.