Overnight, he transmigrates into the son of a disgraced official, with neither power nor influence.
He kneels outside Chengtian Gate for a day and a night, and no one even comes to ask why.
This capital city devours people. Every day, it crushes the likes of him like ants.
But Chen Mu smiles. He studies the politics of dynasties, so he knows better than anyone how to play this game.
No golden finger. No System. No powerful patron.
Just a mind cool enough to be cruel, and the Twenty-Four Histories.
Aristocratic clans? Eunuchs? Civil officials? Regional warlords?
Watch as he turns every last one of them into a pawn, one move at a time.
“Either I die, or I turn the tables and bend the world to my will. I choose the latter.”
