I transmigrated to the stars with an entire modern warehouse, and I thought I was overpowered from the start.
It wasn't until I was stranded on a savage planet that I realized supplies always run out eventually.
Worse, I was surrounded by five mutually hostile beastmen warriors on the verge of losing control. They were the planet's last survivors, and each other's greatest threat.
To stay alive, I traded medicine for information and food for protection, binding our temporary alliance into a single force.
When the raiders' warships blotted out the sky, we fought back to back, our scars becoming medals we shared.
Later, we became famous across the stars.
The lion-clan commander willingly held up his shield for me, the wolf-clan sniper trusted me to guard his back, and the eagle-clan scout carried me soaring through the skies...
We thought we'd simply fought our way out of a desperate situation, never knowing we had already stepped into a cycle of civilization spanning the universe.
[From surviving on a barren planet to watching over the sea of stars, the six of us are the seeds of a wildfire.]
