My name is Li Ang. When I woke up, I found that I was in the year 30K AD.
What can I say about this era - human beings were once very strong, but then they fought a war and reduced the galaxy to ruins. Then with a burst of brute force, the Milky Way was filled with people again.
But civilization did not return.
What came back was a pile of chicken feathers. It dares to call itself an empire if it occupies three planets, and it dares to call itself a kingdom if it occupies a broken space station. What's even more outrageous is that history is all messed up - ancient rulers have been sewn into the same person, children's animations have been regarded as psychology scriptures, toothpaste advertisements have become epidemic prevention guides, and an old-fashioned rifle has been regarded as an ancient artifact that can destroy stars with one strike due to mistranslation of the data.
And I'm the only one who knows the truth.
As a time traveler, you have to have some advantages.
My profession is very simple - pouring holy objects. He dug out a tube of toothpaste that was 20,000 years old from the trash and sold it to them as a heirloom. Find an old replica rifle, make it look old, and sell it to the military church as a sacred weapon. By the way, some local specialties that the locals don't take seriously would be astronomically expensive in another star region.
They want faith, I want fuel.
Business is not shabby.
