I transmigrated as the Chongzhen Emperor and opened my eyes hanging from a crooked tree on Coal Hill.
Just as I was preparing to die, a Senior System appeared in my mind.
The senior was sharp-tongued and proud, and she was always floating beside me, tapping me on the head.
But she said, "Stick with me, and we can save the Ming dynasty."
I climbed down from Coal Hill, recruited followers, fought the Tartars, secured money and grain, and built a new army.
Hong Taiji wants to run? Bring him back.
The Later Jin must be destroyed? Flatten it.
The officials won't obey? Then replace them.
In 160 days, I went from a ruler of a fallen dynasty to leading an expedition in person.
The senior said, "You're the seventeenth Host."
The first sixteen all became administrators.
I asked, "What about you?"
She didn't answer.
But the day I climbed down from Coal Hill, I said this:
I do not believe in fate. I believe in you all.
