After dying from a genetic illness, the Chief Medical Officer of the main ship, Rong Mi, transmigrated back to humanity’s glorious past, before they were forced into cosmic exile due to the sudden assault of the insectoid race. He became an internetsavaged Star Web singer. The original owner, burdened with too many scandals and overwhelming debts, had no choice but to participate in the highly dangerous mecha competitive matches to make ends meet. Passionate sports enthusiasts cursed, “Where did this vase come from! Does he even know how to take a mecha out of a spatial button?! Are these the kind of competitors the league accepts?!” Rong Mi replied, “Coincidentally, I am also the Chief Mechanical Master of the main ship.” In the competition, while other contestants were frantically running around, chased by Ice Butterfly Insectoids and desperately calling for rescue, Rong Mi calmly faced the encirclement, singlehandedly fighting off hundreds, his mecha blazing with violet psychic flames, executing clean kills that left spectators awestruck. From then on, Rong Mi emerged as a sensation, skyrocketing to fame. He completely shed his tainted singer image, joined the military department, and became a rising star. Months later, the great war between humanity and the insectoids erupted. The youth, already hailed as the beacon of humanity, stood amidst the raging battlefields, stepping forward in the most desperate hour for the survival of the star domains, cutting through despair and chaos… This act ignited a frenzy of fervent adoration. During a mecha competition, Rong Mi saved an incredibly handsome and adorable fluffy silver wolf combat pet, gaining its equally fluffy human owner as a bonus. Fuzzyobsessed Rong Mi declared, “As a reward for saving you, I want to bury my face and inhale deeply of this fluffiness a billion times!” The Silver Wolf: “…” Federal Admiral Lu Ye, who was rescued: “…” Everything about the youth who saved him was fine, except for his immense fondness of petting, hugging, and rubbing against his spiritual body, the silver wolf, and his obliviousness to their empathic connection. When Rong Mi once again used the silver wolf as a giant pillow, burying himself in its fur, nuzzling and kissing its neck while inhaling deeply… Lu Ye could no longer endure it. He gazed at the young man, desire surging in his eyes. “Stop playing with the wolf,” the usually emotionally detached admiral tapped his lips, “Play with me.”