From the Start, I Have a 98K: Who Dares Challenge Me?

Though I am the emperor of the Great Xuan, I can still wield an AK in one hand and a 98K in the other, charging into battle and taking the enemy's head amid ten thousand troops! What? You say you're the Great Qian Empire's Divine Martial General, with an indestructible body? Fine, fine. Then let's see how you like my RPG! Years later, while Fan Zhuo's enemies were still boasting about their mastery of troops and horses, The Great Xuan Empire's crimson dragon banner was already flying atop that steel behemoth. In this life, I shall first build an invincible empire, lift the ban on maritime trade, and sail west. Conquer the northern deserts, dominate the Qian Dynasty, and subdue Japan. Open up the Hexi Corridor and establish trade routes. The Martial Saint Guan Yu, the God of Slaughter Bai Qi, and the indomitable spirit of China would shine once more in this otherworld. Many years later, Guan Yu looked at his own crescent-bladed guandao, then at the AK in Fan Zhuo's hands. Your Majesty, could you upgrade my blade too? A thousand years of rise and fall are no more than a dream of yellow millet. The world surges and ebbs, the tides rise and fall. People know me, fear me, honor me, and respect me. Little do they know that you and I are just like all living things: fleeting as mayflies, insignificant as ants. It's just that the System told me the ultimate reward is a return to Earth, and I want to go back and ask whether my grand prize has expired.