A Keyboard Warrior Transmigrates to 1937 and Faces the Japanese Massacre

“China’s War of Resistance was a joke! The Japanese came to help us back then!”

Li Wei sat in his air-conditioned room and typed the last character. Seeing the 5,000 yuan deposited into his account from Sakura Country, he grinned smugly. He was the most notorious keyboard warrior on the entire internet, making a fortune by slandering national heroes and twisting history. The more people cursed him, the more excited he got. After all, he was safely behind a screen. What could anyone do to him?

Then a bolt of lightning struck. He opened his eyes to find himself wearing ragged cloth shoes, standing on blood-soaked, scorched earth.

He heard Japanese soldiers laughing cruelly. Before him glinted a bayonet, and in his arms was a battered boy sobbing and calling out, “Sister Lan!”

“Damn it, who’s making me cosplay?” he shouted, only to hear a woman’s voice come out of his mouth.

This wasn’t a dream.

He had become Chen Lan, a refugee in occupied territory in 1937. Her parents had been killed by the Japanese, and she was being hunted with nowhere to run.

Without a keyboard for a shield or the internet for cover, he finally understood despair when a butcher’s knife was held to his throat.

Starving until he had to chew tree bark, hiding among corpses and pretending to be dead, watching helplessly as his fellow countrymen were dragged away for “experiments”, he begged for mercy, only for the Japanese to torment him even more cruelly.

Meanwhile, the real Chen Lan woke up in his rented apartment, with its air conditioning and food deliveries.

Watching a television broadcast of a peaceful, prosperous China filled with towering buildings, then looking at the unsent traitorous posts on his phone, the young woman who had crawled out of blood and fire felt her eyes grow red.

Two souls had switched places across a century of time.

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