I once ruled the world, with the constitution of heaven in my mouth, and a single thought could determine the honor, disgrace, life and death of thousands of creatures.
Today, I sit at the paint-peeling desk in the township government, facing mountains of documents and chattering villagers. I am responsible for serving tea, delivering water, and intervening when the Zhang family's chickens peck at the Li family's dishes.
They called me "Xiao Lin", an ignorant and young grassroots clerk who had just been admitted as a selective transfer student.
They didn't know that under this young skin was the soul of an emperor who crawled out of the mountain of corpses and emerged from the deep palace intrigues.
They talk about "democratic centralism," "performance appraisals," and "serving the people."
What I think about is still the human heart, power, checks and balances, and the world.
In this era without emperors, officialdom is the new court. The selection of students is my imperial examination.
In the past, I used the emperor's mind to control thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
Today, I will use this dragon-slaying technique to start from an insignificant "Nine-grade Sesame Official", and under this new rule, I will... Strive to dominate the world again.
However, this time, my goal is no longer the lonely dragon chair.
Rather, in this world of mortals, I will establish a destiny for the people and open up a new era that belongs to me...
