Fighting Japan by Winning Over My Wife

The moment the museum exploded, I thought I was dead.

I opened my eyes in Japan’s Sengoku era, in 1494. A shrine maiden asked through her tears if I was a god.

I smiled. “A god? No. I’m here to grow potatoes.”

A System notification popped up: [Conquer a beautiful woman of the Sengoku era and get her pregnant to earn a penicillin formula!]

Me: ???

Later, Oda Nobunaga became my underling, Tokugawa Ieyasu raised my dogs for me, Uesugi Kenshin was brought to heel, and all of Japan became my territory!

But that was only the beginning.

At Baijiangkou, I helped the Tang dynasty burn 40,000 Japanese troops into crispy fish, forcing Japan to keep its eyes turned away from the west for a thousand years.

In the Yuan-Japan War, I turned the divine wind into a joke and planted the Yuan dynasty’s flag across the Japanese islands.

During the Imjin War, I inhabited Shen Weijing and crushed Toyotomi Hideyoshi’s ambitions at the negotiating table.

In the War of Resistance Against Japan, I crawled out of the blood-soaked grounds of Nanyuan, fought my way out of the Nanjing Massacre, and headed north to Changbai Mountain with Xu Zhongyi.

Eight hundred years, six wars, four dynasties, one goal.

Those who offend our China, no matter how far away, must be punished.

Even across time.