Stellar Epoch

Arise!

Count Dracula awoke from a nightmare.

The excruciating pain of star beast claws piercing through protective combat suits swiftly withdrew, yet the vivid imagery of blood gushing remained.

A touch to the forehead, all covered in cold sweat.

Dracula, observing the moist sweat stains on his palms, felt as though he lingered in a dream saturated with the terror of death, under the colossal figures of star beast claws resembling towering buildings.

A complete unit of forces, each soldier possessing C-level standard combat capability in a structured formation.

Total annihilation!

Recalling scenes from the dream, witnessing familiar yet unfamiliar figures being crushed by star beasts, Dracula involuntarily took a cold breath, lifting the covers.

The nano-molecular material blanket was light, yet its insulating effect was remarkably evident.

Descending from the bed, the surface temperature noticeably dropped.

A measured voice echoed in his ears:

"Master, perceived temperature decrease, please be attentive to self-protection."

Dracula furrowed his brow slightly.

In his memory, the chip indeed regulated temperature automatically, preventing symptoms detrimental to the body due to temperature differences, but he had long deactivated this basic function based on his physical resilience.

Somewhat peculiar.

How to put it?

Dracula turned his head to survey.

The surroundings, both unfamiliar and familiar.

He was no longer on the frontlines surrounded by star beasts.

Here...

Very safe, very quiet.

The dimensions were standard for a hundred-meter living space, with bright floors, clean windows, and the most eye-catching being a 21-meter long, 3-meter high alloy aircraft marked with H-3, bearing the serial number 3377, now prostrate like an obedient puppy in front of the vast floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the stars.

Such a spacious living space was actually prepared for its accommodation.

Dracula recognized the origin of this thing at a glance:

"H3 mining aircraft? Serial number 3377? Isn't this... the work machine assigned to me by the Flyshadow Company, a subsidiary of the Incloud Group, after my graduation? I am..."

Dracula's pupils slightly contracted.

The words "rebirth" popped into his mind.

After graduating, he did work for half a year in a subsidiary of the Incloud Group. The aircraft provided at the time, and the serial number, were indeed 3377, H3.

The smooth walls indoors reflected a familiar yet somewhat youthful face.

A countenance with clear features, a well-proportioned figure, a slightly handsome young man, incongruent with a pair of eyes containing sharpness, now brimming with puzzlement.

"How did I end up here?"

"I should be dead."

"Friday! Report the time!"

Dracula commanded the butler.

Friday was the name he gave to his artificial intelligence chip. Friday had been with him for twenty-seven years, responsible for his daily life as well as assisting in calculations for work, study, life, and combat, continuing the legacy of a device called a 'smartphone' from centuries ago.

A measured voice resounded:

"New calendar year 777, July 7th, 7:10 AM."

"Self-check!"

"Name, Friday, H2 national chip, three point seven units per second (three hundred million calculations per unit), current energy storage completed, consumption of one thousand units when fully loaded."

Dracula furrowed his brow.

H1 was a chip for minors;

H2, a national chip, was just the starting standard for Earth's adults.

Friday had indeed reverted to three years ago.

He...

Reborn to July 7th, 777 in the new calendar year.

The sense of temporal and spatial disarray made Dracula feel unbelievably surreal.

But!

As a C2-level comprehensive combat force member of the Earth Military Corps, Dracula, having acted as a deputy regimental commander for three days, was experienced. Approaching the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the stars, he deeply inhaled, simultaneously searching for familiar starlight points, matching them with their scientific names, and swiftly clearing his mind of chaotic thoughts.

This was the emergency calm-down technique on the battlefield.

By focusing and mobilizing reserve memories, one could quickly achieve a state of calmness.

In Dracula's eyes, each shining point of light formed invisible patterns above the starry sky, becoming more substantial and detailed.

Dracula gradually calmed down, muttering to himself:

"The region near the Pegasus constellation."

"Exactly."

"This is the first work location where I was stationed after joining the Incloud Group. My current identity is that of a newly employed miner."

Lowering his gaze.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window was a brightly lit base city, numerous standard living spaces resembling neatly arranged squares, towering buildings standing majestically.

Initially planned to accommodate ten thousand people, the base was ultimately reduced by half to save costs. The mining team's incentives were increased by three points, boosting the miners' enthusiasm and efficiency while cutting the base's expenses by half.

His thoughts diverged.

Focus!

Dracula took a deep breath.

His mood had completely settled, and memories from the previous life were vividly unfolding before him.

He remembered that he hadn't worked as a miner in this company for long. Due to casualties in the security team during a failed transport mission, there was a gap in the formation. Dracula was selected to join the security team, operating the semi-combat H6 aircraft, transitioning from a lowly miner to a half-battle sequence.

In the following two years, accompanying the company's life transport ships, he traversed more than ten different planets, safeguarding the excavation teams, eliminating hostile creatures on various planets, and accumulating practical experience.

Due to commendable performance and significant gains, amidst the resurgence of insect and star races, he was selected into the Earth Military Corps.

Facing the relentless onslaught of insects destroying interstellar colonies and the star races possessing advanced technology and strength, significant casualties occurred among the human race.

As a warrior with a non-military academy background, Dracula, along with like-minded brothers, eventually secured a position in the Earth Military Corps through genuine military achievements.

"..."

Thinking about the brothers who perished under the claws of star beasts alongside him, Dracula's gaze gradually filled with icy determination.

Fortunately, they were alive now.

"Friday."

Dracula's demeanor and tone became firm, giving orders:

"Immediately display the current area map."

"Simultaneously, retrieve the work logs of the past seven days."

"Retrieve the company's task progress on this planet."

"Yes."

Although Friday was just an ordinary national chip, its computational capabilities were average, but it quickly retrieved all the required information, projecting it onto the wall.

Dracula scrutinized the data carefully.

Grasping memories of the next three years was a vast treasure trove.

Utilizing this resource effectively could rapidly enhance the chip's computing power, unlock more permissions, master additional abilities, and enable him to enter the Earth Military Corps earlier, assembling his brothers from the previous life to confront the invasions of insects and star races.