1: The FG300: The Dream Begins

(First, I must state)

(The protagonist has a certain moral compass. If you're looking for the so-called "decisive in killing" but actually "indiscriminately slaughtering" inhuman type of story),

(Please go elsewhere.)

(This book will not harm innocent humans (aliens are, of course, different).)

(There will be genocidal actions against outsiders, but only in the struggle for survival.)

(He will be decisive, but not cruel or perverse.)

(Not having played the game does not affect reading.)

(Aside from some warships and technologies, most settings are self-designed by the author.)

(Type '1' to transform into an older sister ship-girl.)

(Type '2' to transform into a loli ship-girl.)

(Type '3' to transform into a male ship-boy.)

(Staring at this page for more than two seconds means you voluntarily go to Holy Terra to fight for the God-Emperor.)

(This book contains some Warhammer elements, not many, just a tribute.)

Within the jurisdiction of the Claude Military-Political Consortium, in the Ursa Major V12.22 star system, on a terrestrial planet.

At the lowest level of the massive steel city, in the central control room of an inconspicuous area within the waste disposal plant.

"Attention, T-Area, household waste from L-5 District is about to be dumped into T-11 Area. Please ensure the passage is open."

The old control console issued a noisy command. A fat man pulled off the nearby communicator and lazily replied,

"Received."

Then, he picked up another wireless communicator, pressed the switch, and said,

"District Eleven, a batch of household waste from the upper district will be coming in soon."

Immediately, an electronically distorted reply came from the other side.

"OK, the credit points will be transferred to you later."

Meanwhile, on the other side—

"Today, a batch of high-grade recyclables from the upper district will be entering this area!"

"Only five credit points or items of equal value are required to participate in scavenging!"

In a crude square, several armed individuals broadcasted advertisements on a loop using megaphones.

This was a 'talent market' specifically for recruiting 'freelance workers' for 'waste disposal work'.

To put it bluntly, it was a gathering place for scavengers.

Three months ago, Xi Hai transmigrated to this bizarre place.

Upon arrival, due to some unexpected circumstances, he was almost taken away by security for not having a personal terminal.

Fortunately, just as the situation was escalating, a guy named 'night lamp' suddenly popped into his mind. It directly connected to the security's external system, masquerading as a 'personal terminal'.

After the security left, he was overjoyed, thinking night lamp was the system he brought with him during transmigration, but no matter how he called out to it later, it never appeared again.

So, he survived alone in this damn place for three months.

Three whole months!

Damn it, for three whole months, he ate the cheapest black protein blocks and slept in the cheapest 'assembled beds'.

Here, you even have to pay to scavenge!

Is this a life for humans?!

He was suffering... but unfortunately, there was no old grandpa from Hunan to protect him here.

So, Xi Hai, forced by livelihood, could only join the army of scavengers.

—In this broken place, scavengers are the easiest to survive.

At least they don't have to sell their asses.

So, after three months of struggle, today's Xi Hai is no ordinary person.

He is a gold-medal recyclable waste disposal worker (short for scavenger) with three months of valuable experience—

His perspective shifted as he moved into the square.

Seeing the guys with the loudspeakers, Xi Hai walked up, handing each a cigarette.

"Brother Cannon, thank you for your care today as well."

"Brother Steel Rod, we meet again."

"…"

"Oh, isn't that so-and-so? Don't try to get chummy now, if you want in, pay five credit points."

"That's right, we can't turn a blind eye this time, after all, it's treasure from the upper district."

"Hey, didn't we say you'd cover your little brother? Just sneak me in, alright?"

"Scram, scram, if you don't have money this time, don't f***ing get in the way. Before, we were just sifting through old garbage, but today, you go cool off somewhere else."

"Damn, you greedy bastards, if you're so money-hungry, don't smoke my cigarettes! You weren't so two-faced when you took my watch a couple of days ago."

Seeing that there was no hope of blending in, Xi Hai walked to the side, silently complaining about these guys.

No choice, last time night lamp only pretended to be his personal terminal, he didn't actually have one.

And unfortunately, the currency of this place—credit points—had to be circulated through this thing called a personal terminal.

The result was that Xi Hai couldn't pay for anything in this godforsaken place.

In a corner no one noticed, Xi Hai still chose to walk away, grumbling.

After all, the gangs behind these few people had some connections with the landfill administrators. If you handed them a cigarette, they might not remember.

But if you participated in scavenging and didn't give them cigarettes,

Hmph, then you're screwed.

Time to find another place to scavenge.

At least you can't stay in places starting with T.

After dozens of turns, Xi Hai finally arrived at his dwelling in this slum—

A rickety shack.

Calling it a shack, it was actually just a patchwork of a few pieces of tin and scrap rebar, held together with wire and nails.

It didn't even have a door—

As Xi Hai was complaining inwardly, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Didn't his house have a door?

"What the hell, where's my door?!"

"Who the hell did this?!"

Xi Hai quickly rushed into his small den, only to find it ransacked.

Old clothes, torn quilts, and the like were scattered everywhere.

But most importantly, a solid-state hydrogen battery he had scavenged last month, with 45% health, was also stolen.

Damn it, that was the only power supply in his broken shack.

Xi Hai kicked a box made of several plastic shells, directly punching a large hole in it.

"Damn, it's really ruined."

He pressed his throbbing temples, found a relatively clean spot, plopped down, and then slumped back, choosing to just give up.

"Forget it, surviving in this damn place for three months is already extremely difficult."

"Let fate decide."

"I remember a guy named Yu saying,"

"God, come down and f*** me, f*** me."

"Hello, I am your personal assistant, night lamp."

"???????"

night lamp is active?!

"Update complete. Welcome back, Pathfinder."

"F***!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"night lamp!!!! Are you the night lamp from NetEase Games!!!!"

"I cannot answer your question."

"Connecting... Connection failed. Unable to access the setting Network."

"Switched to offline mode for you."

"Welcome back, Pathfinder."

"Exploration supplies and initial ships have been prepared for you."

—Frigates FG300 * 3 (This model is commonly affectionately called 'Wealthy 300' by players.)

—Metal * 100,000

—Crystal * 5,000

—Deuterium * 4,000

—FG300 Frigate Blueprint

—X-8, X-10, X-20 engineering ship Blueprints

—Pathfinder Base Construction Technology

"The main base ship has been deployed in folded space and can be retrieved at any time."

"Holy cow!!"

"It's where the dream begins!!"

"It's Wealthy!!"

"Hahahahaha, I'm finally going to rise up!"

In the neighboring shack, a young man of about nineteen, listening to the commotion from his new neighbor who had moved in three months ago, looked at the person lying before him and muttered softly,

"Hydrogen battery power is really different from this broken generator..."

"The life support system is running much more stably."

"I was really scared just now."

"My sister's condition... should be stable now..."

Then, he thought again, seemingly struggling with a conscience not entirely eroded.

"Sigh, although I left the exchanged goods, I don't know if he saw them."

"Later... I should still go apologize in person."

"The situation was critical; I could only do that just now."

... (If you can finish Chapter 1)

(And want to continue reading)

(Let me first put on some armor here)

(If you think my writing is good and give me some tips, I will be very happy)

(If you think my writing is not good, I am very sorry. After all, Tomato is a free platform, so unless it touches a bottom line, please don't curse me too harshly.)

(In my opinion, writing a novel is about using words to describe a world imagined in one's heart.)

(And reading a novel is using words as a medium to visit a world imagined by others.)

(If the world I imagined interests you)

(I will be very happy)

(If you are not interested in this, I feel very regretful, and I wish you find a novel you are interested in soon.)

(P.S.: The author had some depression during senior year of high school, but it got much better after graduation.)

(Writing novels is more about sharing my inner world through the internet.)

(It's also a way to pursue personal value.)

(If there are illogical plot holes, please point them out directly in the paragraph comments.)

(If it makes sense, I will immediately change it when I see it.)

(Also, the protagonist of this book takes on the guise of a Cosmic Mega-Corporation and follows a space military route.)

(If it's not to your taste, just swipe away.)

(Please don't maliciously give me bad reviews, thank you.)

(The writing in the beginning is a bit amateurish. The outline was only made starting from Chapter 40, and from there, it won't be writing whatever comes to mind and will get better and better.)