Adrian died saving a little girl from a truck.

It was heroic. Brave. Selfless.

Then he peed his pants.

The humiliation was so overwhelming his heart gave out twenty meters later—dead before he hit the ground, his last thought a desperate wish to disappear.

God thought that was hilarious.

So Adrian gets a second chance.

A fully stocked space station.
An untouched asteroid belt.
And a strange system that lets him create living avatars—silent, loyal beings who share his mind and learn everything together.

The first one, Arc, is barely an hour old when the scanners light up.

Twelve ships.
One hundred fifty pirates.
Four days until they arrive.

No fleet. No army. No experience.

Just a station full of dormant drones, one confused human, and an avatar who communicates with thumbs up.

Adrian stares at the countdown.

I'm going to need a lot more avatars.

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A sci-fi empire-building saga about second chances, embarrassing deaths, and the quiet apocalypse of watching a normal guy accidentally become a warlord.

I Peed Myself and Got a Space Station