As a Commander, I Was Tied Up from the Start

In the fourth year since Su Yan transmigrated, he was still a backgroundless student at a command academy, about to graduate.

Then, on the eve of the construction launch, he unexpectedly awakened the ability to travel to another, completely abandoned apocalyptic world.

There were no Sirens there, no factions, only wreckage everywhere, abandoned technology, and unclaimed “junk.”

Su Yan grinned.

With one hand, he scavenged junk; with the other, he sold supplies, becoming a “cross-temporal trader” between two worlds.

He built a shipgirl trade fleet spanning multiple factions.

While other commanders were still fretting over faction loyalty,

shipgirls from every faction sat around one table in Su Yan’s harbor, arguing over just one thing: “Who gets to spend tonight with the commander?”

And on the Sirens’ monitoring instruments, a signal that should not exist flickered repeatedly in the rift between worlds.

The Observer tapped the table softly.

“Who exactly is that human scavenging in the abandoned world...?”