"If you transmigrated as Fusu, on the verge of taking your own life, what would you do?"
Programmer Lin Yu transmigrates as Fusu, the Qin Empire's eldest prince, on the night before he is due to receive an imperial decree ordering his death. Beneath the moonlight, a sword is already at his throat.
Lin Yu's hand trembles, and he lowers the sword.
"All viewers, take your orders!" Qin Feng waves at the empty air. "First step: forge an imperial decree? No. We're taking Meng Tian's 300,000 troops 'back to Xianyang to visit family'!"
From that moment on, the course of the Qin Empire is completely rewritten.
At court, he livestreams deliberations, while comments fill the screen with strategies for political intrigue. On the battlefield, he streams his campaigns, and countless netizens collectively direct a tactical revolution in the age of cold weapons. In the fields, comments teach him crop rotation and composting. In the workshops, viewers share the basics of industrial science.
When Qin cavalry tramples the islands of Wa, the comments flood the screen: "Kill everyone taller than a wheel, and put the wheel up to..."
When the fleet sails west across the sea, the livestream erupts: "Show the Macedonian phalanx what Qin crossbows can do!" "The Roman legions? Let them see a rain of Qin swords, made possible by standardized production!"
Years later, Qin Feng stands in the cloud-high halls of the new Xianyang, gazing down at a global map labeled in Chinese. The livestream's audience has topped one billion, and the comments are still...
It's alright, I can take a look. My main concern is not learning English.