After transmigrating into Warhammer 40K, he becomes a hot potato in the hands of an Inquisitor.
The perks: He eats her food, lives under her roof, and uses her credentials to access the archives.
The downsides: Every day, he's hunted by heretics, mutants, and Chaos Space Marines.
Lin Qian looks at the twelve tattoos faintly appearing in the web between her left thumb and index finger, and decides to take a path that goes against everything her ancestors taught her:
Live off a woman, but never back down.
A demon shows up? I purify it with one tap of the Horse Talisman, then lie back on her office sofa and drink tea.
Traitors show up? I use the Rat Talisman to awaken a three-hundred-year-old antique servitor and make it work overtime for me.
Terran politicians want to mess with her? I use the Snake Talisman to slip into her rival's office and leave the evidence on the desk.
She handles the interrogating, judging, and killing.
He handles staying alive, then coming back for dinner.
Life was going pretty well, and the more he lived off her, the better it got.
Until one day, a whisper came from the depths of the Warp:
“Chosen one... You owe us. It's time to pay.”
Lin Qian sets down her cutlery and looks at the woman cleaning her gun across the table.
“Ka, did you pay my social insurance?”
[Twelve Talismans | Forum transmigration | Female Inquisitor | Living-off-a-woman story | A major twist every three chapters]
Written by AI. Can't stand it. Can't stand it.
It's written like a romance novel. How can you write Warhammer like this?