Global Lords: Finding Hidden Treasures in the Three Kingdoms from the Start

The bitter wind cut across the desolate wasteland like a knife, stirring up dust and dead grass that stung Lin Chen's face. He huddled in a shallow dirt pit. His ragged Yellow Turban tunic barely covered him, let alone kept him warm. His stomach burned with hunger, his throat was parched, and every breath tasted of blood and rust. Just three days ago, he had been up late writing code in front of a computer in the twenty-first century. Then he opened his eyes and found himself among the remnants of a Yellow Turban force, scattered and slaughtered by government troops. The fragments of the original owner's memories mingled with the despairing reality before him, and he understood: hell couldn't be much worse. “U-Uncle... I'm hungry...” Beside him, a skinny little girl who looked about ten trembled, barely able to get the words out. Her name was Yaya, and he'd picked her up along the road. There was also an old man with a lame leg, Uncle Li, and a gaunt woman with a blank stare, Auntie Wang. This was his entire “squad.” Four people, with all the old, weak, sick, and disabled accounted for. Behind them, the faint sound of hoofbeats and shouts could be heard: government cavalry searching for the scattered troops. Ahead lay nothing but desolation, with no sign of life. “It's over...” Lin Chen's heart turned cold. He'd only just transmigrated, and already he was about to die on arrival. He might be the most unfortunate transmigrator in history. [Ding!] A cold, emotionless voice suddenly rang out in his mind. [Strong will to survive and latent resonance with the sparks of civilization detected... Civilization Lord System binding in progress...] [Binding successful! Sole Host: Lin Chen.] [This System is designed to help the Host spread civilization and unite all under heaven. Current era anchor point...]