Global Transmigration of the Star Empire, Section 1

One day, people woke up to find visitors from the Universe—a research vessel claiming to be from the Human Federation—who informed Earth of a monumental feat: the entire solar system, including Earth, had detached from its original Universe and arrived in a new one.

In this vast expanse of stars, within dark galaxies untouched by the light of civilization, countless NPC forces spawned and reset repeatedly. Life-bearing planets in their infancy lost the right to yearn for space, while established civilizations faced endless nightmares and began to decline.

Frigates, destroyers, cruisers, battleships, flagships, Titans…

Space stations, starports, star fortresses, interstellar fortresses, sky-piercing fortresses, battle stars…

Psionic ascension, mechanical ascension, genetic ascension, the path of evolution is endless.

Civilizations birth heroes, heroes forge epics. In this Universe, only heroes are immortal!

Lin Zhichen piloted his Petrel-class Frigate, weaving cautiously through the asteroid belt.

The metal hull, over a hundred meters long, moved like a fish, with the nearest meteor just a hundred meters away.

In the vastness of space, this distance was practically nothing.

The dense meteoroids and slow starships were like hunters with guns, cautiously advancing in a dark forest, where every step meant the difference between life and death.

This was the solar system, the asteroid belt between Jupiter's and Mars' orbits.

Three years ago, this had been a tranquil expanse of space, silent except for the occasional clamor of meteor collisions, utterly deserted.

But now, it was a hunting ground, where the roles of hunter and prey were fluid and could switch at any moment.

Three years ago, the entire solar system had suddenly traversed into a new Universe. Billions of natives on Earth woke up one day to find they possessed personal status panels, much like NPCs in a game.

Before the panicked populace could even react, a sci-fi-esque starship arrived in Earth's outer orbit, bringing greetings from the Human Federation. Fortunately, humans in this Universe were genetically and physically identical to those in their original Universe.

The bewildered Earthlings, overnight, transformed from natives who hadn't even left their home planet into citizens of an interstellar age.

They then discovered the strangeness of this Universe: not only did everyone have a character panel, but NPC monsters would also spawn in space, like pirate ships.

Though these pirates seemed a bit dim-witted, they were far more dedicated than normal people. They roamed the starways day and night, swarming any lone starship they encountered. Victims often vanished with their cargo, but they would flee from powerful fleets, proving incredibly troublesome.

This was the normal ecology of the new Universe. The Federation's Star Net provided detailed explanations: in the boundless sea of stars, in regions untouched by intelligent life, these mindless entities spawned in densities comparable to meteoroids, enough to instill fear in any intelligent being.

This peculiar situation led to immense casualties in the process of exploring new territories; every colonized star system was built upon the remains of lives and starships.

The solar system was incredibly fortunate, having traversed to the fringe of the Human Federation and swapped places with a normal star system. A barren planet suddenly became habitable and possessed billions of natural-born citizens, immediately drawing the high attention of the Federation government.

Defense fleets were rapidly assembled to maintain planetary order and stability.

After a brief transition, the United Nations was upgraded to the Earth Autonomous Government, joining the Human Federation as a collective and receiving Federation support, transitioning from a primitive industrial planet to the interstellar age.

Due to the threat of NPC monster fleets, intelligent civilizations in the new Universe's galaxy prioritized fleet construction above all else. The Federation even distributed Star Net helmets to Earth's citizens for free.

In a virtual world akin to a metaverse, every citizen could acquire corresponding professions through vocational skill training.

Lin Zhichen chose the Captain profession; his dream was to command starships and roam the cosmos.

The benefit of this profession was that if one achieved an "A" rating or higher in the graduation exam, they would receive a standard-class frigate from the Federation for free upon graduation.

The long interstellar journey inevitably led to restlessness. The unchanging scenery of asteroids outside the porthole made him drift off.

Opening Personal Panel:

"Name: Lin Zhichen (Pale Red) Gender: Male Age: 21 Talent: Diligence Repays the Heavens (Purple): Effect 1: Effort yields rewards; practicing skills leads to improvement. Effect 2: Members within the faction enjoy the influence of this talent. Psionicist Awakening: 99.93%, Not Activated. Profession: Captain (White), Advanced: Effect 1: Ship Evasion +8%; Effect 2: Sub-light Speed +5%. Skills: 1. Cultivation*Qi Refining to Godhood (Red), 99.93%; - Ship Command (White), Advanced: 78.42% Evaluation: A weakling with infinite potential!"

"Just a little more!" he encouraged himself inwardly, feeling the faint weakness emanating from his body and suppressing the urge to continue cultivating.

Qi Refining to Godhood required Refining Essence into Qi first. Where did essence come from?

Essence was the primal, innate essence of life. Humans consumed grains and converted them into sustenance, with a daily limit. After fulfilling the body's normal needs, only a minuscule amount remained.

Lin Zhichen recalled his previous life, his memories now hazy.

He vaguely remembered it was the late Ming Dynasty. He was cultivating with his master in a mountain temple. Due to his exceptional talent, he became a great Yin God cultivator within just sixty years, just a step away from becoming a Yang God.

Then, the Qing soldiers entered the pass, destroying temples. The Daoist temple was burned to the ground, his master and fellow disciples died, leaving only him to fight his way out.

Filled with resentment, he knew the tide of the world favored the Qing, not the Ming. He fought desperately, intending to overcome the tribulation of Yang Godhood and achieve what hadn't been done in a hundred years, becoming a Yang God True Person, and then challenging the true dragon of the human world. However, he turned to ash in the sea of fire. Only a trace of his Yang God consciousness traversed through time and space, arriving several hundred years later.

The new world was already in the Age of Dharma's End, with no soil for cultivation. He spent eighteen years, aided by a nascent Yang God form, and only managed to cultivate into a Yin God, still falling short of his previous life's cultivation, let alone the Great Dao of the Yang God.

Unexpectedly, when he turned 18, the solar system traversed.

"It seems the time to achieve Yang Godhood will also be the time I awaken my psionic abilities!"

Excited, he suppressed his emotions.

Psionics in the new Universe are unlike the Cultivation of the old era. Even newly awakened Psionicists can interfere with the real world; creating a nuclear bomb with their bare hands is not a dream.

In contrast, ancient Cultivation only allowed one to interfere with matter at the Yang God realm. It's no wonder cultivators of the past were chased like dogs by the imperial court, while Psionicists in this world hold noble status, being superior wherever they go.

But now, he had a greater reliance. As a gift for arriving in the new Universe, every Earthling received a talent panel displaying their personal status.

Among them, 15% of Earthlings gained talents, a rate far higher than the 5% reported by the federal government.

Talent levels start from gray and white, progressing through five color tiers: red, orange, and yellow. The further along the spectrum, the better the talent.

Based on the color progression, there should be four more colors: green, cyan, blue, and purple, but there was never any news about this on the Star Net.

His talent, Diligence Repays the Heavens, was purple. Even by conjecture, it was the highest level. Such a high talent made him afraid to expose it, so he proceeded cautiously and only completed his virtual studies three months ago, graduating with an "A-" evaluation and receiving a frigate.

Fortunately, personal panels could be completely disguised if one didn't wish to reveal them. Now, he was like a flood dragon breaking free from its chains, soaring through the vast ocean.

Although intelligent beings in the new Universe could see their skill proficiency through their panels, the learning and practice of skills were no different from the original Universe. Effort didn't guarantee progress, and prolonged disuse would lead to regression. At best, it provided an extra reference.

"Captain, we have a situation!" The radar observer's report interrupted his thoughts. He strode forward and saw several tiny red blips flickering on the radar.

These were the marks of unknown vessels, no larger than his frigate, meaning their captains were under 200 meters.

"Can you tell what they are?" Lin Zhichen asked.

"Captain, they're Pirate Raiders! Three of them," the radar observer replied with certainty.

Lin Zhichen quickly pondered. Pirate Raiders were small pirate ships that spawned randomly, with a ship level comparable to a frigate.

Of course, as the weakest type of monster, Pirate Raiders should be measured by civilian ship standards. Although their size was similar, they were nowhere near the same class as professional warships like frigates.

He opened the frigate's panel.

Petrel-class Frigate

Scale: Length 183m, Width 56.1m, Height 21.5m

Hull Integrity: 300
Armor: 0
Shields: 150
Shield Recharge Rate: 1%+1%+1%
Damage: 7.46
Speed: 160
Evasion: 60.3%

The Petrel-class Frigate had three standard weapon core options: the Sentry core, focused on fleet defense; the Missile core, focused on offense; and the Interceptor core, which he was using, featuring three S-slot weapon hardpoints.

Logically, the Missile core was best for solo combat as it could mount torpedo launchers, a devastating weapon for small vessels.

However, torpedoes were too large, and a single frigate couldn't carry many. It was possible he'd need to return for resupply after just one battle, making it unsuitable for a solo player like him.

After all, a single trip from the asteroid belt to Earth took over 20 days. In comparison, S-slot laser cannons or electromagnetic cannons didn't have this drawback.

"One against three is risky, but if I use tactics well, I can give it a try."

Thinking this, he looked at his crew.

Name: Gunner DQXJ
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Profession: Gunner (Beginner)
Talent: Artillery Fire (Gray): Kinetic Weapon Range +1%