I transmigrated to the Three Kingdoms, and my only golden finger is the ability to smash three jars every day.
On the first day, I smashed out three days’ worth of instant noodles and was hailed as an immortal by the villagers.
On the second day, I smashed out a copy of The Barefoot Doctor’s Manual, and Hua Tuo insisted on becoming my disciple.
On the third day, I smashed out a Gatling gun that spat blue fire, and I fell into deep thought.
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When the eighteen warlords marched against Dong Zhuo and Lü Bu was shouting provocations on the battlefield,
I silently set up a rocket launcher.
Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei sat in a row behind me, holding cups of Master Kong’s braised beef noodles.
Cao Cao came over and asked, “Sir, could the next jar give me an air conditioner? It’s unbearably hot.”
Dong Zhuo, your nightmare has arrived.
The protagonist has no brains;