Retired Leaders, Hard-Core Reformers of the Ming Dynasty

We woke up to find that the eight of us, a group of retired old friends, had all grown young again aboard a ship on the seas of the Ming Dynasty.

The dermatology department chief touched his firm, youthful face. The retired detective clenched a twenty-year-old fist. The former tax bureau chief calculated our dwindling supplies... And the six women who had been aboard with us last night had vanished without a trace.

Even more absurdly, a ragtag outfit calling itself a “transmigration company” showed up and told us we’d been caught up in a time-travel experiment and couldn’t go back. Ahead lay the untamed Hainan of the late Ming Dynasty. Behind us was a runaway steel behemoth.

And so, our retired crew, averaging sixty-eight years of age, was forced into action.

The old accountant managed the provisions, the veteran construction foreman oversaw the building of a city, the retired doctor tackled epidemics, and the old detective kept an eye on people’s motives.

With the meticulousness of pensioners, we set out to meet the toughest KPI in history: establish a new order where our word was law amid the collapse of a dynasty.

When a Ming Dynasty patrol officer arrived with a battered saber and rusty guns to “investigate,” he found himself facing concrete walls, drone patrols, and a line of old folks who had no intention of retiring.

Who says transmigration is only for the young?