“Every one of my ‘predictions’ is an act of defiance against fate.”
Other people transmigrate to become the protagonist. I transmigrate to become logistics staff.
When I see the supply shortages at the dispatch station, I’m forced to embark on a five-thousand-year “procurement” journey.
Animal hides from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, bronzes from the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties, swords from the Qin and Han, poetry from the High Tang, firearms from the Song and Yuan... They’re all on my list.
But what I’m truly collecting is the memories buried deep in the souls of those brilliant figures:
Fuxi’s revelation as he drew the trigrams, Laozi’s backward glance before leaving the pass, Huo Qubing’s heroic spirit as he claimed Mount Langju, Li Bai’s poetic soul as he lay drunk in Chang’an...
These fragments of memory are the highest-grade energy sustaining the Myriad Worlds.
Yet my greatest pain isn’t that I can never return. It’s that I can clearly see the date of their deaths written across the faces of every old friend. As I drink in celebration with Huo Qubing, I know the cough unrecorded in the history books is already brewing in his lungs. As I sing “Bring in the Wine” with Li Bai, I see the reflection of a lone moon in the river of his future. My job is to preserve their moments of glory with my own hands, illuminating the skies of another world for legends destined to end.
I am Lin Yan, an SSS-rank resource procurement officer at the Time and Space Administration.
I supply Systems for transmigrators across the Myriad Worlds, and the river of history is my warehouse.
Every “procurement” is a profound resonance with history, because memory is the true logistics of civilization.
