The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor.

At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’‽”

This is the tenth millennium of the Empire's march towards the stars, and the stars have witnessed the rise and fall of a generation of civilizations.

The flames of alien war spread to the border, the minions of evil gods hid in the world, psychics stirred up a storm in the starry sea, and bloodline and technology led the development of civilization.

Qin Tian traveled through time and space, only to find that he had become a cannon fodder clone on the interstellar battlefield and would be heading to the battlefield in a few days.

"Don't panic, how can a time traveler not have a golden finger."

Touch the orc corpse, pick up the talents -

[Advanced Strength] [Quick Recovery] [Cat's Agility]

Touch the Zerg corpse, pick up the talents -

[Flight] [Invisibility] [Will of the Insect King]

Touch the psychic corpse, pick up the talents

[Bloodline of Thunder Dragon] [Dominant Sword Body] [Superb Comprehension]

Relying on the talents he picked up, Qin Tian wrote his own heroic chapter in this turbulent era of the starry sea.