This is a comedy novel. History buffs, please stay away. The author is an overworked wage slave who writes whatever comes to mind, so if that bothers you, please don't read.
[Comedy! Comedy! Comedy! I'm saying it three times because it's important! History buffs, stay away. Don't look for logic in this novel, because there isn't any. Don't look for plot holes, because there are too many.]
When Su Mo died from working overtime, the last thing he saw was his computer's blue screen.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become a poor distant relative of King Ying Ji of Qin, with a very tenuous claim to the royal clan.
He looked down at the brocade robe he'd borrowed and felt the cheap, plastic-like jade pendant at his waist. A fake?
“My lord, tomorrow's court assembly... The matter of Lord Wu'an...” His attendant gave him a meaningful look.
Su Mo looked up and saw the blood-red date written on the historian's bamboo slips: Bai Qi would be forced to commit suicide tomorrow!
A chime rang in his mind. [Myriad Realms Trading System activated! Pick a beginner's gift pack, dear!]
He watched snow drift beyond the palace gates. It looked just like the boss handing out layoff notices.
Change history? Let's focus on surviving today first!
[System core data corrupted: Warning! The channel for receiving the thoughts of key figures in this timeline has been forcibly activated! (Protagonist Su Mo: Huh? Is the signal bad?)]
Good, good, good, good, look good
I think it's pretty good-looking, mainly because I like to watch this type of movie. I can accept
It's wonderful, not too exaggerated, it's the best one