Trench Crusade: WARHAMMERS SAINT BORN

Aaron Graves, a 30-something Warhammer hobbyist and online lore-debater, dies tragically (and stupidly) after knocking over a can of LPG while angrily typing a reply in a Trench Crusade fan thread. He dies mid-rant, mini brush still in hand.



But instead of oblivion, he awakens in the middle of a mud-choked battlefield, face down in a trench. His first memory is a line of chanting zealots walking past with incense lanterns, their faces hidden by gas masks. A corpse beside him is whispering prayers to a god he's never heard of.



He’s been transmigrated, body and soul—into the Trench Crusade universe. Only now… he’s not just a man.



He is deemed a living relic by those around him, a “Saint-Born,” a vessel of prophecy who emerged from the smoke of a holy fire.



Unfortunately, he has zero combat experience, can't stop referencing forum memes, and his only true skill is detailed knowledge of fake lore and painting miniatures. But it turns out… that knowledge might not be so fake after all.



“Fanfiction based on the Trench Crusade universe created by Mike Franchina and Tuomas Pirinen.”



Think a fusion of:

*Warhammer 40k meets All Quiet on the Western Front

*Re:Zero–style isekai trauma with a Dan Abnett narration twist

*Touches of Terry Pratchett dark absurdity and Tomasz Baginski visual grit



********

Uploads: 5/8 chapters a week