So cold!

The instant Yang Ying awoke, he felt the icy floor and the surrounding air prick his skin like knives. He sprang up instantly with a single, powerful thrust, his body trembling uncontrollably.

A faint, pale gold Swastika symbol on the back of his right hand vanished before his eyes.

Did the Swastika follow him here?

The chill relentlessly assaulted his body and mind. The ambient temperature couldn't possibly be above minus twenty degrees Celsius!

If this continued, he would freeze to death within minutes!

Yang Ying abandoned further study of the Swastika on his hand and began scanning his surroundings. The style here didn't resemble a magical civilization, nor did it look ancient; instead, it felt like a vision of the future.

He was in a room; the furnishings indicated it was a bathroom, stocked with futuristic appliances only seen in sci-fi movies—the style was minimalist and sharp.

Before waking, he had collapsed onto the bathroom floor, completely ** naked, surrounded by blocks of ice. The situation suggested he had fainted suddenly while taking a shower.

Yang Ying approached the mirror and wiped away a layer of frost with his hand, scrutinizing his reflection closely.

The person staring back was undeniably someone else’s face. It differed greatly from his original appearance; the lines of the face were softer, the eyes brighter, possessing a more scholarly air than before.

It seemed the transmigration had not brought his original physical body along.

Yang Ying had no time to mourn his former physique; his limbs were rapidly growing cold, already stiffening.

He found a switch next to the bathroom door and pressed it forcefully. The door slid open.

As he moved, fragmented memories belonging to the original owner of this body slowly surfaced in his mind.

The body’s owner was also named Yang Ying, a common mechanical maintenance worker on Titan.

Titan was Saturn’s sixth-largest moon, officially known as Titan, possessing water and an atmosphere, but no free oxygen. It was one of humanity’s earliest colonies upon entering the interstellar age!

And now, it was the year 2509 AD; he had leaped across five hundred years to arrive here!

The sharp drop in body temperature reminded him he had no time for philosophical musings, or he would soon be reporting to the King of Hell for the Guinness record of fastest post-transmigration death!

The average temperature on Titan hovered around negative 150 degrees Celsius. However, the protective shield surrounding the colony city, "Light of Titan," isolated the interior from the outside air, and a central climate control system maintained oxygen supply and kept the city temperature consistently between ten and twenty degrees Celsius.

But for some unknown reason, the central climate control had failed, causing the city's temperature to plummet rapidly.

The only thing that could save Yang Ying now was the universal environment suit stored in the bedroom locker; that suit had its own integrated climate control system.

By the time Yang Ying rushed into the bedroom and retrieved the suit, his hands and feet had already lost all feeling, becoming numb and cold. He struggled to pull the garment on.

Fortunately, the environmental suits of the 26th century were not as bulky as those of the 20th century; otherwise, one person alone would have stood no chance of donning it.

The upper and lower halves of the suit were connected. Once donned, Yang Ying zipped the seal from his lower abdomen up to his neck, then pulled on the full-coverage faceplate and commanded in a trembling voice, “Activate climate control! Raise temperature to twenty-five degrees Celsius!”

The eye section of the faceplate was a horizontal, dark green visor that could both transmit light and function as a display screen.

As soon as Yang Ying finished speaking, a soft beep sounded in his ear, and the visor displayed:

“Instruction received!”

“Ascending to 25 degrees Celsius! Commencing!”

As the interior of the suit gradually warmed, Yang Ying felt the heat returning to his body. After about a minute, it reached the target temperature, and the shivering stopped.

“Didn’t expect my transmigration to start with a life-or-death sprint, but it seems people in the books I read usually start off quite unlucky too. I’m just keeping up with the trend,” Yang Ying muttered to himself wryly as he collapsed onto the bed.

The immediate danger had passed, and his mind drifted back to the Swastika symbol that appeared on his right hand when he first woke up.

What exactly did this symbol, possessing such miraculous power, signify?

Yang Ying closed his eyes and focused his consciousness on the Swastika. A marvelous thing occurred.

He felt as though he had arrived on a continent floating in the void, covering about one hundred square kilometers. The primary terrain consisted of grasslands and rolling hills, dotted with two small lakes.

Most striking was a nine-story, nine-cornered pagoda at the center of the continent. A lamp hung from each corner, totaling eighty-one lamps.

Suspended above the pagoda's apex floated a colossal Swastika, emitting a benevolent golden light that illuminated the entire landmass.

Yang Ying noticed that nearly all the oil lamps were unlit; only the one on the very bottom tier was burning.

When he directed his attention to the base of the tower, he was astonished to find that the main bases of the three races from StarCraft were situated around the pagoda!

The Terran main base appeared to the north of the tower, the Protoss main base was to the southeast, and the Zerg occupied the southwest.

All three main bases were established around crystal and gas resources, forming an equilateral triangle that enclosed the pagoda at the center. Each race also had four workers accompanying them; the workers were already busy mining among the crystal clusters.

In addition to the area directly beneath the pagoda, the continent was sparsely scattered with dozens of unclaimed mining zones, possessing an immense total reserve.

Yang Ying fixed his gaze on the Terran main base, contemplating how to establish contact with them. Before he could formulate a plan, a holographic screen materialized before him, displaying the head of a bald man whose scalp was connected to cables and bore an indicator light on his forehead.

“How may I assist you, Officer!” the bald man shouted with robust energy.

Could it be that merely thinking was enough? If so…

“Wait a moment,” Yang Ying interjected.

Yang Ying redirected his attention to the Zerg and Protoss main bases.

Instantly, two more holographic screens appeared in the air: one showing a massive beast with crimson eyes, and another featuring a stern-faced Protoss whose eyes shone with clear light.

It was indeed the supervisors of the Terran and Protoss main bases, along with the Overmind controlling the Zerg (verlrd)! With all three races present, did they all obey me?

Yang Ying stroked his chin and asked, “Are you in an alliance, or are you adversaries?”

“That depends upon the Master’s will. Your will is our command!”

The Zerg Overmind had no mouth; it transmitted its voice directly into Yang Ying’s mind via telepathy. Simultaneously, its telepathic link was opened to the supervisors of the other two bases, allowing everyone to hear. Its voice induced a feeling of fawning subservience, utterly contrary to its formidable appearance.

“The Protoss obey the Leader’s commands.”

The Protoss supervisor followed up. His voice was deep and resonant, trembling slightly, filled with an unshakeable resolve that inspired trust.

“The Terrans will also obey all commands from the Officer. Officer!”

The bald man shouted, concluding every sentence with a loud declaration of “Officer!”

Since the three factions were united, other issues were minor. Yang Ying inquired, “What are your names?”

The bald man shouted, “Your subordinate is Murphy, rank Colonel. Officer!”

The solemn Protoss base supervisor introduced himself in an unhurried tone: “I am Odin.”

“Master, your most, most humble servant is named Baal,” the Overmind stated. Although it wasn't a base, it controlled all Zerg activity; the Zerg base itself was a Zerg organism subject to its control.

To the Overmind’s disappointment, its Master, being the highest and noblest, automatically filtered out the flattering portions of its speech; Yang Ying only registered the name Baal.

The next question was: “Can you venture out into the outside world?”

The three supervisors exchanged glances before replying, “We do not know, Master (Leader/Officer). The Master can test it by attempting to summon a unit from outside the world.”

Yang Ying opened his eyes, finding himself back in the original room. He opened his right palm and thought: “Summon a CV!”

A flash of golden light illuminated the space, and a CV, nearly half the size of the room, materialized!

The CV raised its mechanical arm and announced, “CV engineering unit Tom, reporting for duty to the Master!”

Yang Ying returned the gesture with a slight nod and replied, “Understood. Return to your duties now.”

“Recall!”

Another flash of gold light, and the CV was absorbed back into his hand.

It truly worked perfectly!

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