How Could Anyone Be Hung Up Like a Roast Goose?

Chapter 511: How Could Anyone Be Hung Up Like a Roast Goose?

Over the course of ten thousand years, human hairstyles had evolved into a culture all their own.

For various reasons, many people had no choice in their hairstyle. That included Space Marines, who wore helmets year-round and risked their lives fighting Xenos on the battlefield, as well as the many Astra Militarum grunts we often talked about.

It didn't take much thought to figure out why. No matter how advanced helmets became, they were still protective gear, so they couldn't possibly be lightweight. And since battles among the stars would certainly take place in the vacuum of space, helmets had to be airtight at the very least to keep their wearers safe.

Under the combined influence of all these factors, many warriors either kept their hair cropped short or shaved their heads completely, choosing practicality over combat performance and comfort or looks without hesitation. (Corgi isn't making this up. During my two years in the military, I wore that crappy helmet every day. It pressed my hair thinner, and after wearing it for too long, my skull would hurt, too. ⊙_◎)

There was even an unspoken rumor that if you were seriously wounded, especially if you suffered a head injury, you'd better pray your Medical Sergeant was kind. No matter how well you looked after your hair, you'd end up with a shiny bald head anyway.

And if a Space Marine had a full head of hair, he was undoubtedly the real deal. Without some serious skill, there was no way he could take off his helmet during everyday operations and be a cool guy.

To infiltrate the Lemon Fists as smoothly as possible, Omegon had, without a doubt, chosen the safest approach. After changing his appearance, he