[Dynasty Farm Theory] + [Inventive Historical Group Portrait] + [Single Female Protagonist] + [Decisive Killing] + [Counter Routine]
My name is Su Changqing. I was once the youngest number one scholar in the Dafeng Dynasty, and I had unlimited fame.
Overnight, I became a prisoner and was exiled to the "Bone County" where the plague was rampant and the bones of living people were exposed in the wild.
I was infected with the plague and had a high fever. Just when I thought I was going to die here, I saw...
I saw golden threads of "luck" rising from the heads of every common people struggling to survive, forming a surging river, rushing towards the imperial palace in the capital.
And from the direction of the palace, streams of "death energy" as black as ink are pouring in, turning this place into a hell on earth!
Natural disaster? No, this is a man-made disaster!
The emperor is not the Son of Heaven, he is an evil dragon that lies on the dragon veins of the empire and eats the flesh and blood of hundreds of millions of people!
When I was dying, I stretched out my trembling hand towards an imperial messenger who was passing by.
I stole a bit of his "official luck".
The next second, the fever subsided and I was alive.
From that day on, I became a thief. A thief who steals heaven and earth and steals luck.
I stole the fortune of a corrupt official and made him bankrupt overnight; I cut off the fate of a bully and let him be trampled to death by a frightened horse when he went out.
The people regard me as a living god, but I know that the sleeping evil dragon on that magnificent dragon chair has already smelled me as a thief.
Its minions are coming from all directions, trying to grind me, an insect who dares to touch its "ration", into powder.
But it doesn't know.
What I stole was not luck, but destiny.
After slaying the dragon, I will sit in that chair myself and rewrite the rules.
