One day, Chen Chen, a PhD student from a top Chinese university, wakes up transmigrated into the spoiled playboy son of a warlord in a parallel late Qing dynasty.
The original owner was a master of drinking, gambling, womanizing, and every other vice, but utterly clueless when it came to anything serious.
His father is gravely ill, foreign powers are eyeing them from without, warlords are sharpening their knives within, and even at a brothel someone is pointing a gun at his forehead.
Chen Chen flips the table: Could things have started out any more hellish?!
Luckily, the “Warlord Domination System” arrives, late but not too late.
Others charge into battle by brute force. He maxes out the tech tree.
Others govern with political tricks. He relies on five-year plans and nine years of compulsory education.
Later...
The foreign powers unite in protest: “How can he use tanks against our cavalry?!”
Interstellar civilizations tremble in fear: “Weren't we supposed to be in an age of cold weapons? Where did that planet-destroying warship come from?!”
Chen Chen crosses his legs and sips his tea. “Sorry, with a System, I can do whatever I want.”
