I slept through to the turn of the Ming and Qing dynasties. The sky was red as blood. Five years of drought, six years of floods, and in the seventh year, locusts swarmed in autumn. People ate one another, every tree and blade of grass was stripped bare, nine out of ten homes stood empty, and bandits rose up everywhere. Such a harrowing sight filled Heaven with rage and people with resentment. Damn, am I supposed to be the savior now?
Famine? Quick, System, look up the engineering techniques of Yuan Longping, father of hybrid rice. I'll make my own botanical pesticides and awesome weapons, and teach myself peerless martial arts. With a single move, Shift Stars and Rotate the Dipper, I'll sweep away armies by the thousands. Come on! Come at me! I'll make sure you've got enough to eat and nothing better to do...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
