Three Elements to Survive the Tribulation: My Dynasty Subdues the Three Realms

Night lay like ink, turning the city into a canvas soaked in grease. At nine in the evening, the office lights went out one after another, like tired eyes closing. Wang Sheng pushed his rattling electric scooter into the stream of people heading home. The evening breeze carried a sticky warmth that did nothing to ease his exhaustion. He was an ordinary programmer who had just finished yet another unpaid stretch of overtime. His neck and lower back both protested with aching stiffness. Life was like the congested road before him: dull, dreary, and seemingly endless.

“Honestly... I’ve had enough.” He screamed silently inside, but his face remained numb, its edges worn smooth by life. The light turned green. He twisted the throttle, and the scooter gave a faint hum as it carried him toward the cramped space he rented and barely dared call “home.”

The turning points of fate always arrive when you least expect them.

At a dimly lit alley entrance, an old man in plain clothes, hunched with age, seemed not to see the road clearly. He stepped forward unsteadily. Wang Sheng couldn’t brake in time, and the scooter’s front wheel lightly brushed the old man’s calf. The old man cried out and sat down on the ground.

Wang Sheng’s heart lurched, jolting him awake from his exhaustion. The words “staged accident” stabbed into his mind like an icicle. He hurried off his scooter, apologizing repeatedly as he reached out to help. “Sir, are you all right? I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you!”

The old man used his hand to get back up, moved his leg a little, and waved him off. “I’m fine, young man. It’s nothing serious. You just startled me.” Wang Sheng looked him over carefully. Though the old man’s face was covered in wrinkles, his eyes held a peculiar...