No way! My name is Liu Xie, but I’m not that Liu Xie, okay? Heaven, you’ve put me in the wrong place! I transmigrated to the Three Kingdoms era. Can we not joke around? I can’t believe this. You transmigrate me here and give me an SSS-level difficulty setting? I’m useless at both books and martial arts. I’m just an office worker. What good am I here? No, I can’t die… As I fled, I saw a land of starvation and unbearable misery. I’d seen the lifelessness in refugees’ eyes and felt the bony ribs of children. My modern soul trembled, but my instinct to survive was stronger. I knew how history ended, but not what would become of me.
Then one snowy night, as I warmed my hands with my breath, I suddenly remembered what the Chairman had said: “History is made by the people.”
A bold, almost mad idea kindled a faint light in my desperate situation. If I was destined never to become a hero recorded in the history books, could I at least pry open a crack in fate for these “people,” whose names would never be remembered?
I’d lost all my chips from the start, but I would keep playing with the most ordinary human nature and the most extraordinary determination.
