[No heroine, time travel, live broadcast, cool article]
Shi Heng was an ordinary otaku who was sitting in the live broadcast room playing galgame. The moment he took a sip of iced black tea into his throat, the world was spinning. When he opened his eyes again, the familiar live broadcast room disappeared without a trace. All he could see were broken walls, cold corpses lying on the ground, sticky blood covering his ankles, and ragged body covered with wounds of varying depths. He could hear the roar of war flames, the neighing of war horses intertwined with the shouts of soldiers, and he was shocked to realize that he had traveled to an unknown ancient troubled world.
Unarmed, without anything, and without the consciousness and knowledge of modern people, in this troubled world where human life is as small as grass and grass, he is as small as an ant. Even survival has become a luxury, and despair is swallowing up his reason bit by bit. At this moment, a low and inexplicable demonic voice suddenly sounded in his mind, echoing the clueless words over and over again: "New Baba Rubia..."
