My soul travels through the fictional dynasty. At the beginning, everyone is killed, and I am the only exile left?
It's okay, I can deduce the secret!
Natural disaster? That's my weapon. Mineral? That's my military money. Strong general? That's my little brother.
Others rely on fighting to kill, but I rely on information to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger.
See how I use a "Future Script" to build the Three Thousand Miles Exile into an immortal dynasty!
