I Transmigrate to Ancient Times, Become a Powerful Official, and Stir Up the Court and Martial World

A new writer, writing online just for fun.

Twenty-year-old college student Wei Su dies suddenly after staying up all night gaming. He transmigrates to ancient times and becomes the son of a remonstrance official.

This dynasty isn’t any dynasty recorded in the history books. There’s not a single clue about it. Thankfully, this is a new account for me, or I’d be in trouble. I’m no good at acting, so I’d easily give myself away.

And what? I don’t even have the System that transmigrators are supposed to get!

Well, whatever. My father is at least a sixth-rank official, our family is pretty wealthy, and my parents get along great. My dad is handsome, my mom is beautiful, and I’ll probably grow up to look good too. I should be content.

But why is everyone around me so weird?

There are strange needles in my mother’s room, swords and knives in my father’s study, and the maids and my playmates keep accidentally letting their martial arts skills show.

Oh! Wei Su gets it now. This is a world with a martial arts scene, complete with lightness skills, hidden weapons, and inner cultivation.

Just as Wei Su thinks he might get to live out his dream of being a great hero, he’s told he was born with useless meridians and isn’t suited to martial arts. All he can be is a pretty boy with no brains?

To hell with that! Why even tell me about it? Just to make me jealous?

There’s nothing for it. I’ll have to become a civil official. Luckily, I still remember a few classical poems.

This dynasty seems to be a copy of the Ming, with the same administrative system and official ranks. It even has Yuan zaju, and the buildings, paper, and tools are all there. The only thing missing is the poetry from my previous life. I get it. This place was made just for me!