【Space Opera】【Exploration and Development】【Interstellar Trade】【Giant Ships and Cannons】【Interstellar Colonization】

Would modern humans be unable to master future technology if they traveled through space? Don't worry, Emperor Gaozu of Han already provided the answer. Start your own business, enjoy the benefits with one hand and the promises with the other. You don't have to be an expert in everything; talented people will do it for you.

Didn't start out that well? Your parents passed away, buried in debt, with your younger siblings still a burden? Don't worry, I have a photographic memory. I can buy low and sell high, leaving your creditors begging for equity.

Li Bin: I will start from the StarCraft Junkman and work my way up to the top step by step.

[We solemnly promise that even if you have never played the game, you can still enjoy this book. Please rest assured.]

[PS: This book is set in a lost interstellar era. The golden age of mankind has passed, and a large amount of precious technology has been lost. Therefore, there will be a lot of high-tech and low-tech coexistence.]

[Technology lost, technology lost, technology lost! Important things must be said three times!]

[Flesh + Bones + Doomsday Disaster + Lovecraftian Survival + Civilization Graveyard]

When the mist descended and aberrant horrors howled outside the windows, all players cowered in crumbling shelters, trembling. But Bai Yi found himself teleported right onto the face of the deity "Endless Flesh," witnessing the terrifying feast of the flesh planet being devoured by something even more monstrous—the splattered fragments of flesh and bone that rained down became his only beginner's gift.

Some used mystical seeds to upgrade their shelters, striving to cultivate a World Tree. Others fused theirs with eldritch idols, attempting to establish a Great Cult. And some utilized remnants of lost technology to fortify their shelters, hoping to resist the calamity with science.

Bai Yi, however, fused his shelter with endlessly proliferating flesh and bone.

On the day of its evolution, newly formed bone plates structured themselves into a honeycomb-like support system within the fleshy walls, their surfaces covered in a translucent membrane that revealed the pulsating network of veins beneath. The ceiling sprouted rib-like skeletal rings, while the floor was overgrown with writhing flesh, from which occasional tentacles slithered out.

"Can this... really still be called a shelter?"

Staring at the fully transformed, flesh-and-bone abomination of a refuge, Bai Yi gulped.

[Note: The protagonist's strength remains within the top tier, not overwhelmingly beyond others. This is not a lighthearted story.]