Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology - Chapter 898: Post War Developments (narrative)

In the year 3021 of the Western calendar, the last world war broke out and the earth was destroyed.
A group of survivors left their homes to settle on new planets. New races, new classes are born. Cities began to be built, countries rose one after another, conflicts between different races intensified, and social order was re-established…
The transformation from a survivor to an aggressor was but a moment.
This is a world where the strong are respected and the fittest survive.
Shang Ping was reborn from the earth in the 21st century to this planet. The moment he woke up, his fate had already begun to change.

Content Labels: Strong Soul Conversion Court Marquis Heaven’s Chosen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Shang Ping ┃ Supporting roles: Solan Edrich, Liu Xi, Austin ┃ Others: future time and space, battleship, interstellar war, rebirth, distant starry sky

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Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.