In the third year after becoming a retired person, my system finally went online.
It said: "Host, this palace fighting system will help you ascend to the throne."
I glanced at the new time-travelling concubine in the palace, who was winning people's hearts with poems, songs and hot pot.
He took out the penicillin formula and flintlock blueprint with his backhand.
"Gong fight?" I smiled, "I am playing civilized crushing."
