The protagonist unexpectedly obtained a transmigration System that let him choose any kind of world. He was thrilled, but also fell into deep thought.
A cultivation world: youth already gone, no spiritual roots.
An apocalypse world: harsh conditions, scorching sun and bitter winters.
A Western fantasy world: unable to speak the language, with nowhere to belong.
An ancient world: this one might be worth a gamble.
A great upheaval shook the imperial court. Foreign tribes invaded, war stretched for a thousand miles, and the people suffered miserably. Soldiers fought for their country, charging into battle and staining the yellow sands with blood, holding the line against ten thousand foes. The protagonist arrived and put rebellion first, earning everyone’s contempt. Even dogs couldn’t stand him.
Protagonist: “I don’t care. I’ll rebel against my own cause. Let others say what they will.”
