Modern young man Ling Xuan woke up from chaos. The "origin strengthening system" that suddenly appeared in his palm actually hid a vague warning left by himself from the future - "Be careful with Hongjun's eyes, don't listen to the whispers of the starry sky." What he fell into was not the Three Kingdoms of the late Han Dynasty, but a puzzle entwined by the secrets of the ancient world, the shadow of Cthulhu, and the mechanical craze.
In the princes' tent, when the sea of blood surged in Cao Cao's dream, the remnant soul of the Demon Ancestor Luohu flashed away in his eyes; under the lights of Wollongong, the strange gate formation set up by Zhuge Liang coincided with the broken deduction pattern of the ancient god Tianji; in the talisman water of Jiangfang scholar Yu Ji, there were distorted tentacles that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and the machine blueprint on Ma Jun's fingertips was engraved with gear secrets that did not belong to this era.
When breaking the formation side by side with Zhao Yun, he caught a glimpse of the ancient shadow behind the true spirit of the God of War; when he asked the old immortal Nanhua for the secret, he only received the obscure prophecy that "reincarnations are all chess pieces." When the system suddenly triggered the "hidden mode" and the scarlet mark of infiltration by extraterritorial forces appeared, Ling Xuan was shocked to realize: every war and every vision in this troubled world is the foreshadowing of the game between the three parties.
Should he follow the trend and become a hero in troubled times, or should he hold on to the gifts of the future, tear through the disguise of heaven, and open a way to a new avenue in the cracks between gods, demons, and machines?
