Reborn as a Cheat Skill, I Dominate a Western Fantasy World with the Emperor Armor

Question: How do you play after you transmigrate without cheats?

Answer: Even with cheats, you can't just do whatever you want.

Time stop.

Ming Dao, sixteen years old, gaming nerd, programming genius. One day, he clicked on an adventure game nobody played. Its cover had just four words: Absolutely Real.

After going in, he died 10,086 times and still couldn't get past the tutorial.

Furious, he turned on the Fenglingyueying cheat trainer. He maxed out his magical talent, pushed his stats beyond their limits, and even used code to create the ultimate armor, Emperor.

"You mangy little wolf, your emperor is here!"

A bolt of purple-gold lightning struck. When he opened his eyes again, he was wearing the armor, with a pack of Storm Wolves surrounding him.

"...That was reckless."

The novelty soon wore off. This world had magic, but it also had thrones built on bloodlines and chains woven from silence. The nobles said, "Magic only answers to noble blood, and fate only favors ancient surnames."

Ming Dao stepped into the middle of the crowd.

"When a miner's son touches a vein of ore, isn't that the earth's magic? When a blacksmith's daughter commands fire, isn't that a pact with the elements?"

"Bloodlines are shackles, and awakening is a blaze. Beneath the magic net, all beings are equal. Do kings, lords, and dukes have some special birthright?"

No one told him that three hundred years ago, a 'Hero' had said the very same thing. He established rules for coexistence between races and a balance of powers, letting humanity see the sunrise for the first time.

Three hundred years later, those rules were crumbling. The successors sat in the Imperial Capital's conference room, accusing one another. 'You should have been buried with the Hero when he died.' 'Then why didn't you go on the Four Saints' expedition?'

Meanwhile, in a border town, a boy named Ming Dao was taking commissions and saving silver coins, still in the dark...