The moment I opened my eyes, I had become a captured enemy soldier on Qin's border.
To save my life, I pulled out my phone and showed them a "future marvel," claiming I could predict the will of Heaven.
Qin Shi Huang looked at the shifting rain clouds on the satellite map and scoffed. "Stop your charlatanry. Take him away and behead him."
Then, seven days later, rain poured down on Guanzhong, which had suffered three years of drought.
Amid the torrential rain, the king suddenly remembered my calm prediction that day:
"Your Majesty, the land beneath your feet will soon belong to a man named Liu Bang."
