Chapter 1

Star Calendar 717.

Chick Eagle Star, Fengye City Yucai High School, Grade 10, Class 2.

“In the first year of the Star Calendar, humanity entered the interstellar age; the first light-speed vessel, ‘Explorer,’ discovered ‘Leiyun Star,’ confirming the existence of extraterrestrial intelligent life, and Class Three contact began…”

The history teacher Lan Fei wore a black blazer on top and silk stockings revealing long legs; the hollow at her chest displayed a breathtaking curve, and the vast expanse of pale, smooth skin made many boys involuntarily swallow.

Even Fang Xing, who had been daydreaming, had to admit she was a beauty—exactly hitting the sweet spot in most teenage boys’ hearts.

For most boys just awakening to romance, the mature woman was clearly more appealing than the little girl.

Lan Fei’s voice was smooth yet carried a weight as she continued: “Thus began the Age of Great Interstellar Discovery. In the same year, the Blue Star Federation was founded, and humanity entered its most glorious and brilliant era—until…”

Her eyes flickered, and she called out: “Student Fang Xing, please tell the class about ‘The Day of Catastrophe.’”

Fang Xing jolted upright: “Yes, Teacher.”

He appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen, of average, slightly slender build, wearing the Yucai High School uniform’s white shirt—radiating the youthful vigor and freshness typical of his age, though his eyes held a trace of suspicion and unease.

‘I… transcended…’

Fang Xing’s heart churned like a stormy sea—he had been an ordinary office drone on Earth, constantly exhausted by grueling work, with nothing but novels as his sole hobby, when one day, after collapsing from fatigue, he woke up seated in this classroom.

The reality of his surroundings, coupled with the extra memories flooding his mind, left him deeply conflicted.

Yet he was born with a resilient heart; his face had remained impassive as he quietly observed and absorbed the memories, only to be caught by the teacher.

‘I thought my university-honed ability to zone out had reached its peak, but even that got me caught by a future teacher… Blue Star Federation? Is this Earth’s future? Did I transcend to another world—or to the future?’

Fang Xing harbored doubts, but then the boy beside him nudged him, snapping him back—he answered according to the memories:

“The Day of Catastrophe originated in Star Calendar 112. By then, the Blue Star Federation had discovered over a hundred life-bearing planets; interstellar exploration had become the most popular activity, every interstellar explorer a household star, celebrated and successful. Humanity reveled in the fruits of interstellar discovery, and all kinds of technology exploded… Everything seemed like a golden age—until November 1st, when the explorer ‘Kelin’ discovered ‘Quanrong Star.’ The Quanrong people there craved war, were wildly insane, slaughtered the entire fleet, cracked the AI’s Blue Star coordinates, and launched a war against the Blue Star Federation…”

“In 119, the Blue Star Federation’s army pushed back to Quanrong Star and defeated the Quanrong people… But only when troops cleared their sacrificial temples did we realize: these bloodthirsty, insane beings—so paradoxically advanced in technology—were merely servants of another interstellar race, the ‘Luo Si’; and above the Luo Si stood something even more terrifying!”

“Humanity faced an even crueler trial; the Federation immediately entered a centuries-long war. Later, after a citizen vote, the ‘Omniscient Brain’ passed a resolution to designate November 1st as the Day of Catastrophe…”

Fang Xing spoke fluently.

“Very good, please sit down…”

Lan Fei gave Fang Xing a look that said, “You passed,” and her voice grew heavy: “We once believed the dominant races in the universe were civilized, like the ‘Juyan’ and ‘Mushen’ we had encountered before. But after the Day of Catastrophe, we learned that in the dark jungle of the cosmos, insanity is the norm. The Quanrong and their masters are the true cancer of the universe!”

“Centuries of war have cost the Blue Star Federation an unimaginable price, yet our civilization has never bowed to those extraterrestrial demons!”

…

After sitting down, Fang Xing’s mind remained dazed.

He stared at the textbook in his hand—it looked like ordinary paper, yet had no weight at all, radiating a sci-fi aura: clearly a projection.

On its cover, a line of text read: “Extraterrestrial Species Compendium!”

He flipped through it, found the Quanrong page, and saw the illustration was deliberately blurred—its silhouette vaguely resembled a dog-headed humanoid.

Below it was a label: Lower Servant Rank!

A few pages later, a shadow like black mist appeared, labeled: Luo Si Race, Upper Vassal Rank!

“Demon-god vassals…”

Fang Xing murmured silently.

In the profound depths of the universe, there existed the ‘Extraterrestrial Demon Gods’—towering above all alien vassals, lurking between deep dimensions, companions to horror and madness!

They were unimaginably terrifying, unimaginably powerful—the mortal enemies of the Blue Star Federation and other advanced alien civilizations.

Even their vassals and servants possessed power sufficient to obliterate primitive cosmic civilizations!

Yet these ‘Extraterrestrial Demon Gods’ were not entirely invincible—otherwise, the Blue Star Federation would have been wiped out long ago.

Fang Xing flipped the “Extraterrestrial Species Compendium” to the last page, and before his eyes appeared a star that seemed extinguished.

Beside it, the description read:

【Star Devourer·Kegetuleimu: True form is a star; the first ‘Extraterrestrial Demon God’ slain by the Blue Star Federation; Rank—Lower Ruler!】

'Lower? Do Demon Gods have ranks? The Federation placing Him in a textbook must be for morale—but this 'extinguished star' is certainly not His true form. These Demon Gods are said to mostly possess the 'Unseeable' trait; humans who gaze upon them lose their sanity... Even their subordinate vassals carry similar memetic madness. Scientists speculate this 'blind folly' domain or authority may stem from a shared origin or worship... But this theory is hopeless—implying something even higher, a 'Creator' above the Demon Gods...'

Fang Xing pondered silently.

At that moment, the bell rang.

“That concludes today’s lesson. Goodbye, students…”

On the podium, the voluptuous teacher Lan Fei smiled and waved, her figure blurring and vanishing.

“Ugh, another projection…”

Lin Wei groaned beside him.

Fang Xing watched his textbook dissolve too, and nodded inwardly.

The Federation’s current teaching staff and tools all used projection mode, yet their realism far surpassed so-called 3D.

Lin Wei, same age as Fang Xing, was his former desk partner and friend—slightly receding hairline, acne on his face.

He looked at Fang Xing and complained: “I don’t get it—didn’t the Federation announce they’d already developed the ‘Knowledge Implant’ device? Why are we still stuck going to school, wasting time that could be spent working? I want to pay off my loan and buy the apartment I’m living in!”

Fang Xing sighed: “Mainly because the upcoming ‘Martial Arts’ class must be taught in person—even a projected teacher won’t work. The ‘Martial Will’ is too ethereal for current tech to solve. Human consciousness is more complex than any science… Also, direct consciousness implantation for learning carries safety and moral risks—if a cultist tampered with the curriculum, the damage would be catastrophic…”

“Morality? Heh… What morality do we ‘bio-humans’ even have?”

Lin Wei spread his hands, utterly exasperated.

Fang Xing recalled the origins of this body’s former self, and fell silent.

With technological advancement, human views on reproduction had also evolved.

Coupled with war-driven pressures, aging populations and declining birthrates had become critical issues… After the Day of Catastrophe, the Blue Star Federation passed a series of laws urging citizens to donate eggs and sperm, which the state then randomly paired and gestated in incubators under uniform care.

Such individuals were called ‘Bio-Humans’; those born naturally after ten months of pregnancy were ‘Natural Humans.’

‘So I was just born an orphan, following the crowd?’

As Fang Xing reviewed this memory, his inner complaints were overwhelming.

‘But at least it’s just like a test-tube baby—grown outside the body for ten months… The Federation still had some conscience; they didn’t go full clone or gene-mod. Come to think of it, my original parents might still be alive, even holding high positions in the Federation…’

Why high positions?

Because superior genes had greater cultivation value!

In his past life, anyone choosing artificial insemination would’ve gladly picked Nobel laureates or Olympic champions’ genes.

What truly saddened Fang Xing was that he’d been born owing the Federation a massive ‘child-rearing debt’—effectively starting life with a loan. If unpaid by adulthood, he’d be forcibly assigned work to repay it—likely frontline soldier duty…

As he grumbled, the classroom transformed!

Textbooks, pens, and other tools vanished; desks and chairs sank into the floor, revealing a smooth, gleaming surface.

Soon, a tall, muscular thirty-year-old East Asian man strode in, wearing a thin, sweat-dampened military-green shirt.

Fang Xing met his gaze—and instantly felt a chill run down his spine.

‘This man is no projection—he’s a real person, and a powerful martial artist… Hmm, he must be Fang Xing’s martial arts teacher, Xia Long? What realm is he?’

‘In this world, ancient Earth martial arts, after contact with cosmic high-tech, have gained new vitality, becoming one of humanity’s most common evolutionary paths. ‘Martial Artists’ have become the most widespread ‘profession’…’

Fang Xing lowered his eyelids, but a flicker of anticipation rose within him.