#Historically grounded #Late Ming #No System #Political intrigue #Power struggles #Iron-willed #Ruthless #Wits and strategy #Farming #Ruthless ambition
The three-hundred-year Ming dynasty has reached the end of its days.
In the north, the Jurchen cavalry beats at the passes. In the west, rebel bands sweep across the Central Plains. At court, ruler and ministers are at odds, factions turn on one another, and the eminent officials are all traitors to the country.
This is an age of doom, woven from blood and fire. Heaven wills the Ming to fall.
I, Xiao Junmu, a historian from a prosperous age, awaken in the darkest hour among the corpses at Sarhu, in the body of an anonymous foot soldier.
I have no System, no divine powers, only the knowledge in my head and a heart unwilling to yield to fate.
They say that a frail scholar is no more than an ant in troubled times.
They say that an ant trying to stop a chariot is a fool, and that no single person can reverse the fall of the heavens.
They say that fate is ordained, and mortals must accept it.
But I refuse to believe in Heaven. I refuse to believe in fate!
When my blade is stained with the blood of my sworn enemy, when the banner behind me gathers millions beneath it, when my name strikes terror into the Jurchens and makes the warlords bow their heads, only then do they realize in horror that the ant they scorned is marching forward, crushing the old realm beneath his feet!
I came for the Ming, but I will not be bound by it.
If Heaven commands my death, then I will defy Heaven itself!
