In the Late Eastern Han, I Call the Shots!

At the end of the Eastern Han, the realm split into three kingdoms, and the flames of war burned without end...

This is no romantic epic of heroes. It is a dark forest where humanity tears itself apart in dire straits.

There are no brilliant stratagems, only peril at every step; no mandate of heaven, only calculations down to the last fraction.

Dong Cheng transmigrates into the body of a poor tenant farmer. He has no soldiers, no money in his sleeves, only a keen mind made all the clearer by the chaos of the age.

He knows full well: in this hell where human lives are worth no more than grass, empty talk of benevolence and righteousness is a death sentence, while relying on the powerful is like drinking poison to quench one's thirst.

If he wants to survive, or even... pry open this collapsing firmament, he must wield his wits as a blade and make the world his chessboard.

See how a lowly tenant farmer uses people as pieces and the land as his measure in the bloodiest game of the late Han, scheming to dominate an age of chaos and establish a new order of his own!

Hardcore historical political intrigue and struggle for supremacy, with no transmigration advantages and no System cheat.

Only a contest of wits, only life-and-death games!