Zhu Fuyuan was a low-ranking executioner. Thanks to the golden finger in his mind, the "All-Domain Archive," he first saved Xu Da's son and won himself a chance to live. Then he wagered his life on the "Register of the Officials' Destinies" for three days, earning Zhu Yuanzhang's gift of the name "Fuchu" and setting out to overturn the world with firearms.
In three months, he built a flintlock. A battle on the snowy plains shattered the Northern Yuan, while Lan Yu, his arm severed, knelt before him. Zhu then restructured the old army, established the Divine Engine Bureau, and forged new military tallies, wresting command of the troops straight from the Ministry of War. He used the "Imperial Firearms Patent" to recruit inventors from among the people, bringing out volley guns, repeating firearms, and rotating cannons one after another, creating a closed loop of production, research, education, finance, and military power.
At sea, his snow-cannon fleet swept through Malacca, Palembang, and the Cape of Good Hope, bringing back shiploads of silver and corn. Once the American route opened, muskets took aim at the banners and capital seized crowns. Snow cannons secured the northern frontier against the northern tribes; on the western front, government bonds shorted Venice and the Ottomans; in the East, icebreakers seized control and locked down the Japanese pirates; and in the South Seas, a military command was established across thirty-six islands. The whole world was drawn into the Ming's silver gates.
In the end, he used half a tally to pacify the north and a whole tally to subdue the world, raising the banner of an "empire on which the sun never sets" over Lake Buir and the goldfields of the Americas. With firearms production lines, a patent system, and a global silver network, he completed his conquest. The database went dark and the dragon veins faded, but the cannons of a new age were already echoing around the world. The old banners were fit only to become ashes in the flames.
