GreatDaoofspace

In an interstellar world, a baby with bluish hair lay sleeping in front of a house, abandoned by something or someone. The child was alone, with a large squirrel-like tail and small squirrel ears. His entire appearance made him irresistibly cute and endearing, radiating an infinite charisma.  

However, when he opened his eyes, they seemed to hold the wisdom of millions of years and countless lives. Anyone who gazed into their depths could glimpse the reflections of past existences—a CEO, a doctor, a high-tech engineer, an archmage, a demon king, a hunter, a leader, an elf, a dryad, a half-dragon, and many more.  

For such an extraordinary child, how will he navigate this world? A world where humanoid beast-like beings wield unique and devastating powers. A universe where three great forces constantly clash for supremacy.  

To uncover more, step into this life—the life of the Interstellar Era.
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The last life of a transmigrator: The interstellar age.

After taking a bath, I headed straight to the restaurant. As I arrived, I could already hear the loud chatter and lively atmosphere inside.

I smiled slightly as the robot that had accompanied me to the location dropped me off at the door. Pushing it open, I stepped inside and saw the entire film crew gathered.

This time, the director was not only eating heartily but also drinking various types of beer. For those who enjoy the dry, desert climate, beer seems to be an appropriate choice. The one he was drinking was a craft beer made from a unique barley variety, cultivated with careful attention to soil, light, and water conditions. Of course, I knew this because he had posted all the details in the group chat, almost as if he were advertising it.

The director called out to me before Shen Yu or Noah could. Seeing his vigorous pace of eating and drinking, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of High Selvagian he was.

A space station.