Sentenced to Death by Lingchi? I'll Build a Gatling Gun in Prison

"A scapegoat must accept his fate. In three days, he will be executed by slicing, as the law dictates!"

From the start, Lu Yuan is a scapegoat craftsman in the Ming Dynasty's Firearms Bureau, facing a hellish death sentence: three thousand six hundred cuts.

Imprisoned in the Imperial Prison, he remains completely unruffled. He even takes a bite of his moldy steamed bun.

At the brink of death, Lu Yuan awakens the [Hand of the Divine Artisan] and the [Eye of Truth]. As long as he gets enough calories, he can shape precision parts with nanometer-level accuracy using nothing but his bare hands!

The Imperial Prison's gates are too tough? He makes a directional explosive from urine scale and dried grass, and blows the gates sky-high!

A cold, beautiful female Embroidered Uniform Guard comes to torture him? He kicks apart a thousand-jin iron contraption, then casually molds scrap metal into a revolver and holds it to her forehead. "Commander, times have changed."

When Zhu Yuanzhang makes a secret inspection and sees shell casings scattered everywhere and a Gatling gun spitting blue flames, the Hongwu Emperor's legs go weak on the spot...