In the Three Kingdoms, I Started Out as a Refugee

When the first ray of dawn pierced the thin mist along the border of Youzhou, Chen Yu opened his eyes in a pool of blood. Corpses littered the ground, and waves of refugees stretched as far as he could see. He had no idea why he had appeared in this strange world. He only knew that if he didn’t struggle to survive, he might be the next corpse.

New to this age of chaos, he was nothing more than an unknown refugee, barely surviving amid the ruins left by the Yellow Turban Rebellion. At that moment, the System descended: the Heroes of a Chaotic Age System, a golden finger capable of rewriting fate, but also a double-edged sword hanging over his head. It gave him the power to recruit famous generals and strategists, gather resources, and forge divine weapons. Yet each use came at a price: lost years of life, history’s attempts to correct itself, and the backlash of karma. It was as if an invisible hand were drawing him toward an unknown abyss.

Starting with nothing, he relied on the System to win a sliver of hope. With Zhao Yun at his side, he fought his way out of Changban Slope; with Jia Xu as his counselor, he rebuilt order atop Luoyang’s ruins. But every step toward power brought betrayal and sacrifice. Loyal generals rebelled because of the System’s restrictions, strategists grew resentful from relying on it too much, and behind the people’s cheers lurked their fear of power. One careless move could doom him forever!