Transmigrating to the End of the Han Dynasty: The Yellow Turbans Are My Destiny

(Original title: I Transmigrated to the Late Han Dynasty, and the Yellow Turbans Were My Destiny)

Wang Lin was born in the 1980s and grew up in twenty-first-century Huaguo, the best era in thousands of years of history. After losing his job, his routine fell apart, and he suddenly died, only to transmigrate to the late Eastern Han Dynasty. His predecessor, starving and desperate, had joined the Way of Great Peace and become a member of the Yellow Turban Army.

How is someone who couldn’t even get by in peacetime supposed to survive in this chaotic age?

Join the imperial government? That’s just asking to get killed.

Join Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu, or Gongsun Zan? You’re a rebel. Drag him out and behead him.

Join Cao Cao? Cheng Yu says, “Yellow Turban remnants make good human jerky.”

Join Liu Bei? You’d have to keep running with Liu Paopao, and anyone who can’t keep up with him is as good as dead.

None of the warlords across the land offers a way out. The Yellow Turbans are my destiny.

How can someone from the modern world, who enjoyed equality for all, get used to groveling before others and living as a second-class person? I’m neither silver-tongued nor good at working a room, so I can only rely on the System and grow stronger bit by bit.

If there’s no food, take it. If I can’t fight, train hard. If I can’t read ancient texts, study them relentlessly. If I can beat the enemy, wipe him out first. If I can’t, lie low for now.

With the System in hand, the world is mine!

The System? What System? Where did that come from? It was all a scam...

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