I Transmigrated into an Emperor: I Have Three Thousand Beauties in My Harem

[Emperor] [Transmigration] [System] [Political Intrigue] [Ancient-Era Technology]

Transmigrating into a sickly prince of the Great Jing, who won't live three days, Zhao Chen binds himself to the [Nation-Strengthening System] as he coughs up blood. Poisoned wine sits by his pillow, powerful ministers stand at his bedside, and the history books have already written him off as doomed. He turns around and brings out crude saltpeter-making methods, improves farm tools, and establishes the Imperial Works Bureau.

Just as all his enemies believe they are facing a technology-cheating emperor, they discover to their horror that Zhao Chen is up against more than a rebellion fought with cold weapons. A Taoist temple in Shu sends a genius brainwashed by “ancient methods,” camel caravans from the Western Regions covet the gunpowder formula, and mineral specimens lie hidden in wooden crates at sea... A “holy war of knowledge” spanning continents has already begun.

Some want to restore their kingdom, some want to usurp the throne, but the most terrifying enemy wants to forever alter the course of civilization's flame on this land. Zhao Chen stands before the furnace at the Imperial Works Bureau and sneers. “You want to compete with me in climbing the tech tree? I've got five thousand years of inherited scientific pride behind me.”