General, Let Me Help You Out of Your Armor!

When Chen Su opened his eyes, he had transmigrated to the northern frontier of a dynasty torn apart by war.

A pretty maid, and a vicious stepmother.

He had planned to rely on his Grind-It-Out System to hunt wild beasts in the mountains and search the forests for rare treasures, carving out a quiet corner for himself in this chaotic age.

But the tree may wish for stillness, yet the wind will not cease.

Foreign invaders swept in, beacon fires blazed, and iron hooves trampled the borderlands, shattering every last bit of peace he had known.

The dynasty was on the brink of collapse, hanging by a thread.

Forced to take up his spear and ride into battle, Chen Su faced the surging tide.

His spear struck like a dragon, smashing through enemy ranks.

His arrows flew like meteors, piercing the long night.

With a golden saber in hand, who could stand against him?

One man rose to greatness, leaving heaps of white bones beneath his feet.

Behind his empire-building ambition lay only desolation.

When the land was restored and all under heaven lay in his grasp, he stood atop the palace halls.

“I only wanted to be a wealthy local landowner. Who could have guessed I’d end up becoming…”

A sweet voice sounded beside his ear:

“General, let me take off your armor!”