The Fourth Catastrophe of the Late Ming? Just a Bunch of Goofy Players

Ma Siteng acquired a universe.

It was a tiny universe set in the late Ming era, gifted to him by a bunch of Pain-in-the-Ass aliens.

Those Pain-in-the-Ass aliens wanted him to turn it into a game.

But how was he supposed to make a game?

Wait, the late Ming dynasty? I've got it!

And so, Dorgon watched as tens of thousands of fearless wandering swordsmen, played by the players, launched wave after wave of attacks against the Eight Banners of the Qing.

He was terrified out of his mind.

Were these people not afraid to die?

The people of Tongguan: "Thank you, heroes, for driving off the Tartars. But could you please put my cooking pot down?"

Both the Dashun army and the Southern Ming saw these commoner heroes as their hope, and competed to win them over.

Meanwhile, Ma Siteng, the one responsible for all this, was off to the side counting money until his hands cramped.

"Spend a little more! Spend a billion more!"

At the end of the Ming dynasty, the Fourth Disaster descended!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.