Lin Zhi transmigrated.
He transmigrated into the world of Swallowed Star, and from the start, he was already at Star Level.
But the sun inside his arms wouldn’t obey him. Every time he used its power, it felt like strapping explosives to his body. Hong, Earth’s strongest warrior, said, “You’re living with a sun tucked inside you.”
He gave himself the name Lin Zhi.
Zhi, meaning to take root.
In this world, Luo Feng is still scraping together money for the martial artist exam, while Hong and Thunder God are still feeling their way forward. Lin Zhi, meanwhile, knows everything: the Nuo Lan Shan fleet will arrive in twenty years, and Earth will become a hunting ground for the universe.
But the future he knows has suddenly arrived early.
A Lord-level Monster appears on the Australian battlefield, with a Nuo Lan Shan tracking chip buried inside its corpse. Babata awakens from its slumber, its dark red eyes fixed on him. “You’re not a native.”
The first ship of the cosmic hunters hangs above the west coast of North America.
“Fleet arrival in seventy-two hours. Natives may choose subjugation or extermination.”
Lin Zhi grips an ordinary standard-issue battle knife.
He has no Yunmo Star Inheritance, no System golden finger, only a star core that could lose control at any moment and a knife technique he worked out on his own.
He has only just touched the threshold of the fourth move.
Behind him stand Hong, Thunder God, and an eighteen-year-old Luo Feng.
Seventy-two hours.
That’s enough time to practice seventy-two thousand strikes.
This is the story of a transmigrator who doesn’t rely on a script or a cheat, but hones himself into a blade through sheer grit in the face of despair.
He knows what fate has in store, but chooses to rewrite it with his own hands.
He is no savior.
He is simply the sun that has finally learned not to burn too hot.
