After pouring concrete through ten consecutive sleepless nights, I tumbled into a 38-meter-deep foundation pit.
When I opened my eyes again, I had somehow slipped into the void, with the sounds of battle roaring in my ears.
Warriors clad in animal hides swung stone axes, while three-headed, six-winged beasts circled overhead.
As Chi You’s giant axe came down on the Yellow Emperor’s battle standard
I whipped out my total station to set up a defensive line, then grabbed a bone spear and sketched an engineering diagram in the mud.
“Your Majesty, give me eight hundred men and three days, and I’ll build you a city!”
Just as the first concrete fortress in the primeval world rose at my hands, the enemy’s beasts smashed through the city gate.
In the swirling dust, I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and sneered:
“You have no idea what the ultimate defensive system of an infrastructure maniac looks like...”
