Infinite Assassination Missions: My Spoilers Drive the First Emperor Mad

[Historical what-if + infinite time loop + lighthearted scheming + First Emperor's nation-building + high-stakes tension]

Lin Yang transmigrated as Qin Wuyang, Jing Ke's accomplice, only to be trapped forever on the day the dagger was revealed at the end of the map!

In his first hundred attempts, he tried poison, hidden weapons, and a direct assault, only to be killed in a hundred different ways by Ying Zheng, the First Emperor, whose martial prowess was off the charts.

On the 101st reset, Lin Yang broke down and decided to lie flat.

As the map of Dukang reached its end, Lin Yang kicked Jing Ke away and, right before the assembled court, flopped down and blurted out the future:

“Ying Zheng, stop drawing your sword! Your Great Qin will fall in its second generation!”

“You'll die at Sand Hill, your body stinking beside rotten abalone! Your eldest son will be forced to die, and Zhao Gao will call a deer a horse!”

He expected to be hacked to pieces and start a new round. Instead, Ying Zheng's eyes widened in shock, and the hand holding his sword began to tremble.

Because... this First Emperor, a dragon among men with the aura of the ages, had retained his memories from the previous reset!

“You... what exactly did you mean by the upheaval at Sand Hill?!”

From then on, everything went completely off the rails.

Lin Yang was forced to become the Great Qin's chief architect, using hard-hitting spoilers and a crushing technological advantage to reshape the empire.

He drew a map of the world and shattered the First Emperor's pride;

He invented stirrups and gunpowder, forging an invincible cavalry;

He introduced modern management theory, turning Xianyang Palace into a beta-testing ground for a game of Werewolf as they purged corrupt officials, using the time loop to their advantage!

When the endless cycle finally came to an end, Ying Zheng gazed upon an empire spanning Europe and Asia, its lands bristling with black dragon banners, and raised his sword with a long, triumphant cry:

“Sir, I want the emperor of Rome to dance for Great Qin in front of Xianyang Palace!”