[Hell difficulty from the start] My transmigration script has been spoiled, but the person who spoiled it wants me dead.
On Li Yan’s first day transmigrated as Shi Chonggui, he received three “gifts”:
1. A Khitan army of 200,000 has already breached Beizhou.
2. A powerful general commanding a huge army will rebel within three days.
3. A mysterious note precisely predicts: Bianliang will fall on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.
Even more terrifying, the date on the note is exactly the same as the one he wrote in his thesis last night.
Something is wrong with this era:
An old minister who should be blindly loyal seeks him out late at night to discuss the “butterfly effect.”
Seven-year-old Zhao Guangyi casually uses military terminology from the twenty-first century.
A Khitan noble girl in the enemy camp sketches the outline of a world map in the sand.
Li Yan gradually realizes:
This is no simple transmigration. It’s a “historical correction war” spanning a thousand years.
Everyone who knows the future is secretly making their moves.
And this impostor emperor holds more than just the imperial jade seal:
He holds the key to opening another timeline.
When the snow falls on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month,
he stands atop Bianliang’s walls, raising a telescope toward the north (a crude homemade version),
and smiles at the young Zhao Kuangyin beside him:
“Little Zhao, want to try something big? Like bringing forward your Yellow Robe Incident by twenty years?”
[Reader Warning]
This book may cause the following symptoms:
Suspecting that everything in your history textbooks is a lie
Seeing Zhao Kuangyin as the CEO of a startup
Feeling an inexplicable urge to teach the Khitans Mandarin
And… constantly wondering if your roommate has transmigrated too.
