[Non-rebirth + Hoarding Rat + Space + Vehicle Shelter + New Setting]

On the highway at night, a bus was running smoothly. College students on the bus were talking and laughing, and white-collar workers were constantly replying to work messages.

A strange fog quietly descended, and unknown creatures roared outside the car.

Everyone was trapped by fog and monsters, the temperature dropped sharply, and food became less and less.

And Xu Wanli obtained the Tuntun Rat space.

If you store food (cucumbers) for three hours, you will get double the amount back. If you store it for six hours, you will get double the amount back!

Relying on the Tuntun Rat Space, he continuously collected survival supplies...

Summary: Cat, the ace mid-laner of eStar professional team, encountered a prodigy marksman during a live stream. The pro player was carried to victory by a random player. The entire live stream was stunned. Cat had actually won without being carried! Viewers couldn't help but type a question mark!

What’s not to love about my new life after transmigrating into a Pet-centered world?

There are mighty creatures that come in all shapes and sizes. They can either be cuddly companions, helpers in your daily life, daring scouts or strong fighters. Or all of the above. Not bad, huh?

I have a family, but the fact is completely overshadowed by my younger sister. She thoroughly hates my guts, and she makes sure that I know this. Every. Single. Day.

Did I mention that she’s disgustingly talented while I am a bottom feeder? A terribly handsome one at that.

I have free rein to run the family business on my own. A small and quaint Pet Store. It should have been great if not for the fact that the previous owner of this body was born with ZERO affinity to handle Astral Pets…

It wouldn’t be a proper transmigration without a gimmick or a system to pave my road to greatness, don’t you think? I have one, but I don’t know if I would be better off without it…

Human civilization expanded into space, and its territory spanned across galaxies.

During this great trend of interstellar migration, Zhou Qing accidentally awakened the power of traveling to various Astral Realms. He was able to create [Astral Realm Apostles] as vessels for his soul and project them onto different realms. This allowed him to travel through various worlds with different identities.

His unremarkable life was met with an unexpected twist of fate. Every time he created a new Apostle, it was like being reborn.

Yet, slowly, he realized that the Human civilization wasn’t completely ignorant about the existence of other realms…

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Multiple-dimensional worlds, multi-dimensional factions. This is an clash of fate between realms!

And he is the only being who is able to travel amongst the realms in countless different shapes and forms — The Astral Apostle!

The universe comes and goes, time has an end

The brilliance of stars will eventually dim

The fire of civilization will never be extinguished

With you and me, life will never be lonely

(Insect farming stream, farming, farming, farming)

Being an Astartes isn't all about fighting and killing. To run a successful Chapter, one must also be worldly-wise and empathetic. Prejudices are as heavy as a mountain. Yet, the outside world's stereotypes about the Warhammer universe are always right. How can we build the Imperium of Mankind with these insects? We must build the Imperium of Mankind with these insects! From recruit to Chapter Master, a Space Marine will never admit to partial brain necrosis. Yet, from the Emperor to the Four Gods, the mighty powers of the Warp always want to make life easy for everyone. The holy God-Emperor once declared that he was not a god. Kaz Samar expressed complete indifference to the human gods' insistence on saying he wasn't a god. He kept saying, "Yes, yes, yes, I bow when I'm due, I kneel when I'm due." After centuries of hard work, Kaz finally became Chapter Master and was at his desk, writing his memoirs, attempting to record his eventful life for the Imperium. Then, a brash recruit barged into his room. "Chapter Master, promethium is half price in the next sector!" Alas, even the Imperium's demigods can't escape the chores of food, clothing, and daily necessities. He put down his personal memoirs and pulled out his chapter account book. Is there much in the bank? Not much.

Dancing on the point of a knife, as a dancer in the dark, his dance steps makes the enemy tremble.

As a man who is followed by the goddess of fortune, he has been reborn with two years of experience in the game, numerous raid experience, hidden task guide and the best equipment references. The things he once lost, what he didn’t hold and those that had been taken, he is going to get them back.

"This is the twentieth day of my time travel, and the world is becoming more and more abnormal..."

"I'm not infected, but I don't know why, I always do things I don't know..."

"I found out that I was wrong, I never traveled through time!"

"I don't know since when, the eyes of people around me are full of deep fear..."

"I seem to understand something..."

"It turns out... I... am fake..."

There are heavens above heavens.

There are people above people.

Born among countless creatures, life is like an ant.

Hold on to emotions, guard desires, break delusion, face the truth.

Carry an unyielding mind, hold a heart that will never be destroyed.

Go to God.