I transmigrated to the Great Qin dynasty and became a low-ranking frontier soldier, only for the System to tell me that Great Qin was doomed to fall in three years?
To stay alive, I had no choice but to present a map of the world: “Your Majesty, fighting the Xiongnu is hardly exciting. There are thousands of miles of territory beyond our borders!”
Ying Zheng fixed his blazing gaze on me. “If you dare deceive me...”
I whipped out sweet potatoes and potatoes. A year later, Ying Zheng stared at barns overflowing with grain, lost in thought.
Two years later, a million iron cavalrymen had swept across the lands. Three years later, I was unexpectedly made the first non-royal prince of Great Qin?
But just then, the System suddenly blared a piercing warning: “A history correction agent has arrived and is erasing your existence...”
