Like an intricate tapestry of blue and green, a planet teeming with life, the most radiant jewel in the cosmos. 

Rolling hills, dense forests, and oceans teeming with creatures.

Dusk.

A young cockroach, its entire body a deep black, stood atop the highest leaf of the tallest tree on the mountain peak, antennae swaying, its body slowly rotating as it surveyed the surroundings.

"Everywhere, there are barren mountains and vegetation. This is an undeveloped primitive planet! A world nurturing carbon-based life!"

"I've hit the jackpot! Discovering such a pristine planet suitable for human settlement, how many merit awards could I receive? Perhaps I could rise to become the governor of this planet..."

"But..."

The fiery enthusiasm that had just surged vanished without a trace.

"My soul must have been mutated by the radiation from the transported metal core, luckily preserved in the crash, instinctively seizing the body of a cockroach embryo to survive."

"Now, I'm no longer human, but a young cockroach..."

"Which galaxy is this? The Milky Way? It shouldn't be. The Milky Way has long been fully developed by humans, and primitive planets shouldn't exist."

"The Hefesto Galaxy? Or perhaps a more distant one?"

"Firstly, I'm no longer human. Secondly, it's uncertain if there are any warship wrecks on this planet. Even if I find wreckage, there's no guarantee there's a long-range communicator inside sending distress signals. Even if there is, the distance could be vast, and it might not reach headquarters."

"Most fatally, my soul has been mutated by radiation, transcending the realm of humanity."

"As an interstellar warrior of the Galactic Federation, I am well aware of humanity's attitude toward alien intelligent species. Sending a signal to call the Federation army would be akin to seeking death."

With these thoughts, his mood grew even more somber.

The young cockroach standing on the treetop was named Bland Hoss, a Private in the Thunder Expeditionary Corps of the Galactic Federation, 7th Army, Logistics Transportation Unit, 419th Transport Team. His duty was to guard the precious cargo aboard the transport ship.

The transport ship he served on, designated "Luan-K704," was transporting a large amount of loot plundered from the metal species named "Kapas" from the Hefesto Galaxy.

The Kapas were a semi-technological, semi-martial civilization that achieved self-evolution through practice and had been completely destroyed by the human army. Among the loot were 8 supreme-level metal cores, which reportedly cost the human race the sacrifice of 11 supreme-level martial artists.

Midway back to the Milky Way, during a space jump, the ship encountered a spatial turbulence. In a fraction of a second, the sturdy hull was torn to pieces by an unbeatable spatial force.

Before his death, Bland, guarding outside the warehouse, vividly remembered the warehouse rupturing. The energy radiation from the metal core penetrated his battle armor without hindrance, causing him to lose consciousness. When he woke up, he found himself in a brand-new world, possessing a brand-new body—a cockroach nymph that had just hatched from its eggshell.

"Where should I go from here?"

Lost in thought, Bland stood atop the large leaf.

A gentle breeze passed by, causing the leaf to sway, and the tree emitted a faint rustling sound.

Cockroaches weren't adept at clinging, and the swaying leaf shook Bland off, sending him plummeting to the ground.

Instinctively, he vigorously flapped his underdeveloped wings, carried by the breeze, and floated.

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Unfortunately, he landed heavily on a hard boulder.

At only four instars, his body was fragile, and one of his walking legs broke off completely.

"Alas, most of my batchmates have already reached their seventh instar."

Bland sighed, using his front legs to pick up the broken leg and slowly nibbling on it.

The seventh instar was not far from adulthood. Despite having molted three times already, he remained in the weak fourth instar stage.

Bland speculated that his possession of human intelligence was the reason for his overworked brain.

Cockroach brains were tiny, with few brain cells, but seemingly unlimited regenerative abilities. Human souls, driving the small brains to think about complex problems, exhausted batches of brain cells, immediately depleting the stored nutrients and organic energy in the body, generating new brain cells.

The nutrients needed for molting were all consumed by the brain.

"According to cockroach inheritance memory, I must complete at least nine molts before the arrival of winter to reach adulthood, or else I won't survive the cold."

"Inheritance memory indicates that decaying leaves are the lowest-quality food, while meat can help with rapid growth, and the fact proves it..."

Bland nibbled on his leg meat, lost in thought.

At the site of the broken leg, a new walking leg was slowly growing out. It was evident that all the stored nutrients in his body had been completely consumed.

Regeneration of severed limbs was a common ability among many insect species.

Bland had observed carefully and noticed that his ability was somewhat different from others.

Other cockroaches had to wait until their next molt to regrow severed legs or antennae.

But Bland could regenerate them immediately after losing them.

This was already the fifth time his leg had broken, so he remained quite calm.

Meat was rare, and he couldn't afford to miss any bit of it. Calmly holding his broken leg, he leisurely nibbled on it.

"Living in this state is meaningless."

"Early death, early reincarnation, so they say... But what if I can't reincarnate anymore? Wouldn't I be finished?"

After finishing eating his leg, he turned his head to see that the new leg had only grown to half its original size.

The process of eating, digesting, and absorbing consumed energy and resulted in significant nutrient loss.

There were no excess nutrients in his body to allow it to grow back to its original size.

"Well, then I'll just live for now and take it step by step..."

With only three of his six legs, Bland wasn't greatly hindered in walking. He deftly climbed down to the mountainside, retracing his steps back to his nest.

...

Low, sprawling mountain ranges with undulating peaks.

Mid-level of the mountain range.

Under a broad-leaved tree was a thicket of shrubs.

Bland's nest was dug into the thick layer of decaying leaves within the shrubbery.

This was a primitive survival skill passed down through cockroach inheritance memory.

The nest was shallow, with soft twigs and fallen leaves that didn't retain water. Concealed by shrubs, it was sheltered from wind and rain.

The best part was the soft and crispy decaying leaves that had already been decomposed by fungi, making it easier to digest and absorb.

The surroundings of the nest were filled with food. Although of poor quality and lacking in nutrition, the abundance made up for it. Eating more, moving more, and thinking less would sustain his growth. The main reason for his slow development was his instinctual habit of thinking.

Night had fallen.

Night was the best time for cockroaches to be active.

Bland held a thick leaf and gnawed on it. After

 eating his fill, he keenly felt the rapid replenishment of the organic energy consumed during the long journey and leg regeneration.

Organic energy consumption was easily restored.

The challenge lay in proteins and other nutrients.

His newly grown leg was growing at an extremely slow pace.

Soon, with an overabundance of energy intake, he had to stop eating and crawl out of the nest to expend energy through movement.

There were thousands of cockroaches living nearby, encountering the same problem of excessive energy intake and insufficient protein during feeding. They were extremely unintelligent, only following the guidance of inherited memory, aimlessly crawling around at night while simultaneously consuming energy and searching for nearly impossible-to-find insect corpses.

Bland didn't bother with such futile efforts. He purposefully expended energy—climbing a steep rock and then gliding down with wings.

Climbing against gravity intensified energy consumption.

Gliding balanced the pull of gravity, further exhausting energy while also exercising his flying ability.

Cockroaches had wings, but they were not good flyers, or simply couldn't fly. Bland intended to test if he could master the ability through practice.

His wings had broken accidentally during flight training in the previous four instances. Regrowing them was possible, but at a great cost.

Bland's unwavering perseverance stemmed from one question: Could cockroaches change gradually through scientific training, as humans did?

If so, perhaps weak cockroaches could become strong, even undergo genetic evolution.

If not, it meant cockroaches were utterly inferior, with no future prospects. Lingering on in such a state would be meaningless; it would be wise to die early and reincarnate sooner.

Inheritance memory obtained during the third molt showed that Bland's exact species was a branch tribe called the "Sky-Flying Fire Roach Tribe," ruling over the entire jungle.

Bland found this hard to believe.

Cockroaches were the most numerous creatures in the mountains, with few other insect species and rare mammals. They might be considered rulers.

However, many birds lived in the mountains, active during the day. Occasionally, they leisurely caught a few lost cockroaches for food.

Cockroaches were defenseless against birds; once spotted, they inevitably became prey. What kind of rulers were they then?