I, Liu Bian, just climbed out of the ICU of 996 and traveled into the crematorium of history.
Becoming the Young Emperor of the Han Dynasty, Dong Zhuo blocks the door at the beginning, plus a [10-day death countdown].
My subordinates are all useless, and the government is full of national thieves. History tells me that I will definitely die in ten days. How does this work?
Despair? No! I don't accept my fate!
When the [Daily Hexagram] system was activated and I could predict the future, I knew that the game had just begun!
"Dong Zhuo, do you think you won?"
"Don't worry, I will spend ten days personally composing a doomsday tragedy for you!"