Transmigrating Through History: From the Start, I Save Hu Hai??

A phone left behind by my parents took me back to the Qin dynasty. Its first mission was to kill Fusu.

My name is Lin Xun, an utterly ordinary modern man. That is, until I unlocked an old phone and saw a photo of my parents dressed in ancient clothes.

The moment my fingertip touched the screen, I transmigrated.

History here was veering off course: Fusu was still alive, benevolent rule was taking hold, and the people adored him.

And all this was the work of another transmigrator.

My phone delivered a cold command:

[Correct history. Have Fusu put to death.]

I became the fangshi closest to him, and the betrayer he trusted most.

History allows no what-ifs. Kindness is poison.

The hope in their eyes must be crushed by my own hand.

“I didn’t come to save anyone. I came to make history... return to its proper blood-soaked path.”

(There is more than one transmigration, but every time, it is a torture of my own conscience.)