The Starry Human Federation: Burn a Star to Prove the Dao from the Start

[Note: This book's setting is based on Stellaris, with some adjustments to make it more realistic.] The ashes of the burned stars had yet to cool, and the souls of billions of insectoids still shrieked in the void. Their homeworld had become a roiling hell of crimson molten rock. This grand “coronation salute” announced to the universe that the Human Federation, known as the H.F., had a new supreme commander: its most ruthless yet, Lin Ju. On the throne, Lin Ju, who had transmigrated here, gripped the cold scepter that symbolized the marshal's authority, his knuckles turning white. In his previous life, Lin Ju had been an ordinary student who once spent an all-nighter fighting through Stellaris. Not long ago, a crimson warning had flashed across the screen of his cheap, secondhand gaming pod, stabbing into his vision like a bloody claw. Then came an agonizing pain that burst through his chest, followed by darkness that swallowed everything... “So I've transmigrated into this save file...” Lin Ju's thoughts echoed silently above the roaring ranks of soldiers, tinged with an absurd chill. Cold memories flooded his consciousness like a data stream, clear as day. This wasn't a game cutscene! There was no ESC key, no save-and-load trick! Fear? An unprecedented terror seized his mind! Retreat? That meant certain death! His only choice was to grip the scepter in his hand, stained with the blood of aliens and his own people, and carve a path to survival from this dead end through even more ruthless, blood-soaked conquest! [This story is a work of science fiction. Some aspects of its setting are inspired by the game Stellaris. The civilizations, conflicts, acts of war, and species described herein are included solely for the purposes of the plot and do not represent the author's real-world views. All events take place in a fictional interstellar society and have no bearing on real-world human rights, the value of life, or political...]