The Three Kingdoms drained the heroes of their strength; the Two Jin dynasties brought forth nothing but cowards.
Yet in this ordinary world, even though the Two Jin dynasties never existed, the outcome remained unchanged: the north and south split apart, the Han people weakened, and the Central Plains fell.
Perhaps this was fate's decree.
Fate decreed that foreign tribes would ravage the Central Plains, dynasties would rise and fall, and regimes would come and go.
Fate decreed that the people would suffer, emperors would be dethroned, and mountains of corpses would pile up.
Until... until fate grew tired of the North-South division that had lasted for more than a hundred and eighty-five years. Then it casually snatched a man from another world, a man who did not belong to this era, and charged him with ending the chaos and unifying the Central Plains...
“Oh no! How did I become a demon from beyond the heavens?!”
Chen Yanzhi woke up freezing.
When he realized he was lying in a dilapidated alley steeped in history, he was utterly bewildered.
He was a librarian.
His job was managing books, and his hobby was reading, especially ancient classics and commentaries.
“Judging by the popular architectural style, this seems to be... No, wait! What the hell... Where are my clothes?!”
Chen Yanzhi was about to figure out which dynasty he was in when he noticed that he was getting colder by the minute. Only then did he realize he was completely naked.
Mortified, he immediately covered his private parts.
“I should never have slept naked!”
Suddenly, Chen Yanzhi thought of something. He looked down at his own body and reached a conclusion that filled him with despair: this wasn't a transmigrated soul in another body. He had transmigrated as a fully intact demon from beyond the heavens!
No System, no identity, not even any clothes.
Chen Yanzhi could already imagine his fate: becoming someone's servant or being used as cannon fodder.
“I can only survive by putting everything I've learned in my life to use.”
Not bad [sending heart]