Diary: In the first year, I awakened amidst the apocalypse of humanity.

A group of humanoids, believing me to be the last glory, were willing to join my ranks.

Diary: In the second year, my humanoids and I successfully began exploring the interstellar sea.

Is the neighboring sector the Koprulu sector?...a bug, a race resembling humans, and a high-tech alien with pigtails?

Do you guys play StarCraft?

Diary: In the third year, for unknown reasons, a newly discovered civilization in the neighboring galaxy condemned me and declared me their sworn enemy.

Diary: In the tenth year, my relationship with the neighboring galaxy suddenly improved.

We're now discussing how to pay the "hire fee" for the fleet I'm helping to "patrol" their capital star.

Diary: In the nth year, my research team informed me that a fox cry, "Galaxy Rise, Human King," has been heard from the surrounding galaxies.

(Starting with master-level swordsmanship, farming, and conquest) After retiring from the military, the meritorious sergeant major Rice returned to the barren "Griffin Frontier" with his life savings to live as a wealthy free man. He wanted to stay away from the empire's conflicts and live a quiet life.

However, his "already awakened" transmigrator soul, and the [Pathfinder Panel] that was only activated upon his retirement, destined him to be anything but ordinary.

When Rice finds a dying werewolf girl burdened with a blood feud at her doorstep during a severe blizzard—the gears of this once-silent frontier begin to turn.

Faced with greedy inferior nobles, rampant monsters, and the empire's corrupt order, Rice calmly wiped his standard longsword.

"There's no other way. In order to get a good night's sleep, I have no choice but to turn this land into my empire."