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Chapter 1 — Transmigration

Sector A1, Garbage Planet A001.
The air was thick with a nauseating stench—a sharp, revolting cocktail of decaying filth that made every breath a struggle.
Elizabeth Schofield was fuming.
As a veteran Spiritual Botanist who ruled the cultivation world through farming—ahem, cultivating—she had been a VIP to every major sect, yet here she was, stuck in this mess.
Who wouldn't be fuming? One second, she was admiring a freshly harvested Divine Essence Root in her spiritual field; the next, she was trapped against a literal mountain of garbage, held down by a leering, deranged maniac with the worst of intentions.
"Hahaha! As expected of a high-born lady from a wealthy house! Look at this tender skin... It would be such a waste to let you die just yet. Let me just..." The man flashed a mouthful of yellowing teeth, closing in with a predatory sneer.
A wave of concentrated halitosis hit her full in the face, nearly sending the newly awakened Elizabeth straight back to the afterlife.
Damn it!
She might be a 'combat-weak' Spiritual Botanist, but that didn't mean any random trash could just step on her!
Her thoughts spun wildly, but her body reacted even faster.
Driven by pure instinct, the last trace of spiritual energy inside her surged into her fist, delivering a fatal blow straight toward his face!
Bang!
With a dull thud, the man who was gloating a second ago was sent flying like a tattered ragdoll.
He slammed down several feet away, clutching his chest and groaning in agony.
He's still breathing?
Elizabeth frowned, deeply displeased.
What happened to the sword aura that was supposed to kill even a Golden Core cultivator in one strike?
That was it? Seriously?
She instinctively raised her small fist, then froze at the sight of her bare fingers.
Where was the Golden Suncrow Ring on her pinky, the one housing three strands of Golden Suncrow sword aura—each one lethal enough to kill a Golden Core cultivator?
Where was the storage ring on her middle finger with half her life savings inside?
Ahh damn it! Whoever stole my things deserved to die!
Radiating pure killing intent, Elizabeth marched toward the man.
The man was scared out of his wits. Scrambling backward on all fours, he shrieked through a mess of tears and snot, "Ms. Elizabeth, spare me! Please, spare my life! It wasn't my fault! It was... it was the Madam! Madam Schofield made me do it!"
Ms. Elizabeth? Mrs. Schofield?
Elizabeth froze. It was as if two giant, physical question marks had just popped up over her head.
What kind of nonsense is this? Who's he even talking about?
She had no parents. She'd spent decades fighting her way through the cultivation world alone, relying on trickery—no, hard work and wisdom—to survive.
Wait. Where's my Divine Essence Root?
She clearly remembered reaching out to harvest it when Nine Heavens Divine Lightning thundered down.
That lightning could wipe out even top-level cultivators.
If it had truly locked onto her, how could she still be alive?
Not only alive, but seemingly unharmed?
Elizabeth checked herself. Aside from a body so fragile it looked like it would crumble in a light breeze, and the familiar long-sleeved clothes she wore, everything seemed intact.
So what exactly was going on?
Before she could think it through, a flood of unfamiliar memories slammed into her mind, leaving her dizzy and unsteady.
An interstellar world ... Federation Sector ... the prestigious Schofields ... a biased father ... a vicious stepmother ... a fake, two-faced half-sister ... a stolen fiancé...
Elizabeth was stunned.
She might—possibly—have transmigrated again.
Why "again"?
Because in the beginning, she'd just been an ordinary college student in the 21st century. One accident sent her into the cultivation world.
Now, a lightning tribulation had flung her straight from the cultivation world into this interstellar world.
Should she feel lucky ... or extra lucky?
After all, she had lived two more lives than most people.
From the memories, the original body owner was also named Elizabeth. She was the eldest daughter of the Schofields, one of the Five Great Families of the Interstellar Kingdom. Her life should've been full of luxury.
Instead, with her biological mother gone too soon, a scumbag father who didn't care, a scheming stepmother, and a half-sister who framed her at every turn, she had been turned into the laughingstock of high society.
Even her childhood fiancé had been snatched away by her half-sister, who then had the nerve to demand an end to their engagement.
Refusing to let go, the original Elizabeth had been goaded by a toxic best friend into the ultimate stupidity, drugging her fiancé to force a done deal. She was caught red-handed.
Because of his military status, she was sentenced to 100 years of exile on a Garbage Planet.
In the interstellar era, most people only lived about 150 years.
As for the scene before her? It was obviously her stepmother's little insurance policy, just to make sure she didn't survive the trip.
After digesting these memories, Elizabeth's first instinct was to scramble for her Storage Pouch, Pendant, and Bracelet.
She turned herself inside out, but found nothing. Aside from an ugly wristband, she possessed absolutely nothing.
Elizabeth froze.
All the spiritual stones she had painstakingly saved over decades were gone.
All the precious natural treasures she had hoarded were gone.
Her entire fortune was gone. Every single bit of it!
In that instant, it felt as if a tangible black aura labeled "poverty" started puffing out from the top of her head.
The joy of surviving rebirth was crushed by this disastrous beginning. All that was left was grief and an overwhelming urge to curse.
While she was still hurting over her losses, the man on his knees thought he had a chance. He jumped up and tried to crawl away.
Just before he escaped her sight, Elizabeth didn't even look up. She picked up a sharp stone and flicked it forward.
"Zip—Thwack!"
The stone pierced straight through his back and into his heart.
He stumbled forward, collapsed, and went completely still.
That strike made her feel slightly better. At least her spiritual root was still there.
Still, her cultivation had dropped from Golden Core all the way down to Early Essence Refinement.
Worse, the air here was filthy and almost completely devoid of spiritual energy. The bit of motivation she had just built up instantly deflated.
Whatever. Being alive was better than being dead.
When she initially entered the cultivation world, she started as a slave with no freedom. She still climbed her way up.
With the memories and mastery of a divine-tier Spiritual Botanist, there was no way she'd starve to death in a literal dump like this.
A Garbage Planet meant endless waste and, more importantly, boundless unclaimed land. She could farm on her own terms—completely rent-free.
As for the environment being harsh and unsuitable for farming?
She was a spiritual botanist. What was there to fear?
She decided then and there to look on the bright side.
Having successfully pumped herself up, Elizabeth immediately flicked open the holographic display on her wristband, eager to see just how much of a fortune the original owner had left behind.
After all, she came from a rich family. Even if the stepmother was cruel, that useless father was still her biological parent.
His daughter had been exiled. Surely he'd drop some credits in her account to keep up the act of being a father, right?

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Chapter 2 — A Stone With Spiritual Energy

An interstellar device was essentially a fusion of a smartphone and a computer from the 21st century.
But in this highly advanced interstellar era, it could do much more.
Upon initialization, a pale blue holographic screen flickered into existence, hovering right before Elizabeth's eyes.
Name: Elizabeth Schofield
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: Stellar Calendar, September 12, 2005
Address: Sector A1, Planet A001
ID: 45567424243254
Her gaze lingered on the birthdate.
Seriously? What are the odds?
Today was September 12, Stellar Year 2025. The day that should have been the original Elizabeth's 20th birthday had become her day of passing.
Elizabeth offered a silent moment of mourning for the girl she'd never met, then continued scrolling.
Finally, she scrolled to the balance section.
"0 stellar coins."
Perfect.
The last bit of hope died on the spot.
She'd seriously overestimated that scumbag father.
Now it was her turn to mourn her own fate.
Letting out a long, weary sigh, Elizabeth's gaze drifted toward the corpse nearby.
Her eyes lit up. She jogged over, squatted, and started searching the still-warm body.
Her movements were fluid—an art form in their own right.
Looting corpses to amass a fortune was her signature 'rags-to-riches' hustle from her early days in the cultivation world, a traditional craft she'd never lose!
The first thing she noticed was the green wristband device on the man's arm.
She tried activating it to check his balance and transfer funds to her name.
No luck. As expected.
To protect personal assets, the device was programmed to automatically deregister the moment it detected a loss of vital signs.
To claim a deceased person's assets, one needed proof of kinship or an inheritance certificate—and a physical trip to an interstellar bank to process it in person.
Elizabeth wasn't discouraged at all. She calmly removed his wristband.
Even a secondhand, entry-level device could still fetch around 500 stellar coins.
Next, she pulled a bright red, teardrop-shaped pendant from around his neck.
She held it in her hand and sensed it.
Well, well! A storage button!
She swept her mental power inside. It was about 350 cubic feet inside.
It couldn't compare to her old pocket dimension that could swallow a mountain, but space was still space.
Elizabeth's eyes sparkled. She wasn't picky.
Not bad. Aside from a pile of assorted scrap metal, there were also three liquid supplements inside.
Those metals were clearly scavenged from trash heaps and could be taken to a recycling station for some stellar coins.
Even that small pile would probably be worth at least a few dozen coins.
And those three liquid supplements?
Even the bottom-shelf stuff went for 50 stellar coins each.
One tube could keep someone alive for a day. It was extremely cost-effective for the poor.
In the interstellar era, edible resources were incredibly scarce and expensive. Liquid supplements had long become a basic survival necessity for most people.
The original Elizabeth hadn't eaten anything for three days and was starving.
Elizabeth didn't hesitate. She grabbed one and drank it.
Ugh! It's fishy and gummy.
It tasted f*cking awful.
It was indeed something made for the interstellar poor. Aside from filling her up, it did nothing else.
As the liquid supplement settled in her stomach, her hunger faded right away.
Honestly, ever since she reached the Foundation Establishment stage, she had practiced Inedia and no longer needed to eat.
She hadn't felt hunger in years.
She never imagined she'd get reset to zero and start over.
Thinking about it now, Elizabeth quietly pitied herself.
She'd planned to use that Divine Essence Root as her ticket to the top, carving her name among the wealthiest women in the cultivation world.
Instead of getting rich, she had ended up as a penniless nobody drifting in the interstellar world.
That corpse wasn't much better off either. Aside from the device and the storage button, there was nothing worth taking from him.
Hmm? What are these pitch-black stones?
Elizabeth's eyes paused on a few dark stones mixed in with the scrap metal. She soon realized they were energy stones—the power cores for all kinds of interstellar machines and equipment.
From their appearance, they didn't seem completely drained.
These were good things, and she certainly wouldn't sell them off as junk.
She reached out to dig them out from the heap of metal.
The moment her fingers touched the stone, Elizabeth's eyes flew open.
She could actually sense a ripple of spiritual energy coming from within!
She grabbed one right away and squeezed slightly.
Crack! The energy stone broke apart in her hand.
A thin yet pure stream of spiritual energy seeped into her skin, traveled through her limbs, and finally settled in her energy center.
As she felt that spiritual power circulate through her body, a slow smile spread across Elizabeth's face.
Then, she just planted her hands on her hips and erupted into a fit of wild laughter.
Hahaha! Heaven never seals every path!
An energy stone with spiritual energy was essentially a spiritual stone from the cultivation world.
With spiritual stones, who cared about this barren trash planet where nothing could grow? Even in a soil-less, endless ocean, she could still grow a lush green oasis!
With that newfound confidence, Elizabeth's worries were gone.
She brushed the grime off her clothes and stood up, heading for the planet's sole trading hub—the garbage recycling station—to pocket some stellar coins first.
As the saying goes, money in hand, peace in mind.
With coins, she could buy seeds and energy stones to start farming.
Once the profits started rolling in, she'd buy even more seeds, more energy stones, and make even more money.
She was so caught up in her dreams of endless farmland and massive income, completely unaware that the device on her wrist was flashing a bright red warning light.
Message after message quietly popped up on the holographic screen.
"Congratulations, Ms. Elizabeth, on reaching the age of 20. The Elpharion Kingdom Genetic Registry will now commence genetic matching on your behalf! — Elpharion Kingdom Genetic Information Management Center.
"Genetic matching in progress. Please stand by!
"Genetic matching complete! Screening in progress. Please stand by!
"Congratulations, Ms. Elizabeth. Kingdom Genetic Registry has identified your optimal genetic match. Please confirm within 12 hours. No response will be treated as automatic acceptance."
Almost at the same time, a breaking topic exploded across the Starnet. "Perfect Genetic Match—Cristian Hewitt & Elizabeth Schofield."
...
Elpharion Kingdom, Centria Planet. Sky Island No. 2, Hewitt Castle.
"We owe the rapid containment of the Swarmborn to Cristian's bold move. Smashed the Swarmborn nest with just a small strike team... what a feat!" Oliver Tapia, a general, laughed as he slapped the table. "Commander Hewitt, you've raised a natural-born commander!"
Jacob Quimby, the chief of staff, lifted his glass and nodded. "SSS-level mental power is simply unparalleled. The footage of him holding off three Swarmborn Kings alone in a single mech is already being used as a textbook case at the First Military Academy."

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Chapter 3 — Not That Elizabeth, Right?

"More than that," General Noah Wood chimed in with a grin. "I've heard the military forums have already dubbed him the 'Kingdom War God'."
Trevor Hewitt waved a hand, feigning a stern expression. "Alright, enough praising that brat. What good is all that power? He's not getting any younger, and he still doesn't even have a partner. When I was his age, I already had him running circles around the courtyard!"
Noah burst out laughing. "Come now, Commander Hewitt, you're giving Cristian far too little credit. Ladies from half the top families are desperate to secure a match with your son."
"And what good does that do?" Trevor snorted. "I told him to at least meet one of them, and that brat actually had the nerve to say, 'Why waste time on that when I could be killing a few more Swarmborn?' Tell me, wouldn't that drive you insane?"
Oliver suddenly leaned in and lowered his voice, his face full of gossip. "I heard Princess Lucille has been pursuing Cristian quite relentlessly. Commander Hewitt, why not think it over?"
Lucille Gallagher, the kingdom's third princess, made no secret of her feelings for Cristian.
When she turned 20, she had even marched straight to the Hewitts with a 69% genetic match, attempting to force a proposal.
But Cristian was a total stone wall. He wouldn't budge an inch.
"Give it a rest! There's nothing to think about!" Trevor waved it off, clearly annoyed. "The kid's got a mind of his own. Neither his mother nor I can talk any sense into him. At this point, I've given up on him bringing home some high-society lady. Honestly? As long as he's actually interested, I don't care if he brings back a Swarmborn queen—I'd still welcome her into the family!"
A wave of laughter swept through the room.
Everyone there was a veteran of the First Combat Division. They had followed Trevor from the academy straight into the trenches.
They weren't just subordinates—they were brothers-in-arms who had bled together.
Off the clock, they left their ranks at the door.
Fabian Larsson, the strategist who had been silent until now, finally spoke up, "Commander Hewitt, what about the genetic matches? Still no hits?"
"Don't even get me started," Trevor said, shaking his head helplessly. "The genetic registry has practically lined up a whole platoon of candidates for him, and the kid hasn't even spared them a glance—"
Before he could finish, the council hall doors flew open.
Zaylee Hewitt rushed in with several noblewomen, barely able to hide her excitement.
"Trevor! It's happened! A total game-changer!" She hurried over, eyes shining. "Cristian's perfect match just hit the system! Compatibility is 99.9999%!"
"What?" Trevor bolted upright. "A perfect match? Are you serious?"
"See for yourself!" Zaylee said, raising her holographic screen.
The hall fell completely silent as everyone looked at the virtual display projected into the air.
On the Kingdom Genetic Registry board, Cristian and Elizabeth's names appeared side by side, along with that shocking number. A collective, audible gasp rippled through the hall.
After a short pause, Trevor slammed the table and laughed as he stood.
"Hahaha! Perfect! Let's see how that brat wriggles his way out of this one!"
Any genetic match exceeding 90% was hailed as a perfect match, as it guaranteed a greater than 90% chance of siring offspring with SSS-level mental power.
In a kingdom of 600 million, fewer than a hundred individuals had ever hit that mark.
They were the crown jewels of the kingdom—living pillars of the state and the Kingdom's ultimate strategic assets.
That was why the law clearly stated that any match with a score over 90% must result in a legal marriage.
And this one had reached an unbelievable 99.9999%.
As everyone raised their glasses to celebrate, Zaylee frowned slightly and murmured, "Elizabeth ... Why does that name sound so familiar?"
...
Zaylee couldn't quite place the name just yet, but Starnet had a notoriously long memory.
Not long ago, the Schofield scandal had ignited a total media firestorm, leaving Elizabeth to be torn to shreds across the digital landscape.
The second the perfect match notification hit, Starnet erupted in a fever pitch of crazed excitement—only to be followed by a long and utterly stunned silence.
[Elizabeth? Is that the Elizabeth I'm thinking of?]
[No way, right? That's Cristian—the kingdom's SSS-level peak, the legendary commander written into military textbooks, and the war god who makes the Swarmborn shake! His perfect match should at least be SS-level or S-level!]
[Exactly! Didn't the Schofields' heiress only have D-level mental power? How could she possibly be worthy of General Hewitt? No chance!]
[What heiress? She was kicked out of the Schofields ages ago. She's probably digging through trash on some Garbage Planet right now.]
One was the kingdom's most honored war god, while the other was a banished scavenger. Only a madman would even think of mentioning them in the same breath.
...
Meanwhile, Centria Planet's Sky Island No. 7, Schofield Castle.
"No way! How could it be that worthless Elizabeth?!"
A shrill scream tore through from the main building, startling birds in the garden into a frantic flight.
Hannah Schofield, the Schofields' second daughter and current heiress, completely lost control when she saw the message on the holographic screen. Her face twisted as she stared at the two names placed together.
Alessia Schofield dismissed the servants with a sharp wave of her hand. The moment the doors clicked shut, her voice dropped into a cold, warning hiss. "Hannah! Get a grip! Do you want us to become the laughingstock of the entire Kingdom?"
Hannah's chest heaved, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to contain herself. But when she spoke, her voice still held a serrated edge. "But it's Elizabeth! Of all people, why her?!"
She jabbed a trembling finger at the screen, her hand shaking as it hovered over the two names locked in that impossible match.
"She's a D-level nobody, a parasite who isn't fit to even tie my shoes! How dare they put her name anywhere near his?!"
The moment she spoke of Cristian, her voice shifted—heavy with a raw, agonizing reverence.
Because that was Cristian Hewitt.
The man she had enshrined in her heart since her very first crush. He was the one she'd worshipped from afar, a man too sacred to even name out loud, yet the only one she had ever truly craved.
He was the brightest and coldest star above Centria Planet—the kingdom's youngest war god, standing at the peak of SSS-level mental power.
In his presence, she was nothing but a speck of dust; even to draw near him felt like an act of sacrilege.
She had buried this obsession in the deepest, darkest corner of her heart, crushing it under the weight of its own impossibility. It was her most stubborn, most pathetic secret.
But now, the war god she had worshipped from afar, the man she deemed too sacred even to covet, was bound to the name of the one person she held in utter contempt.
It was utterly absurd.
A tidal wave of jealousy ripped through her, a visceral madness that threatened to tear her soul to shreds.

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