I, Chen Ping'an, am a medicine man in the era of Qin Shihuang.
Two thousand years ago, I tested medicine for Xu Fu and faked my death and was buried. Climbing out sixty years later, the Qin Dynasty was dead.
During these two thousand years, I learned divination from Dongfang Shuo, traveled through the Western Regions with Zhang Qian, practiced calligraphy with Wang Xizhi, and studied astronomy with Li Chunfeng. I have seen Li Shimin ascend the throne, listened to Li Bai recite poems, watched Genghis Khan's Western Expeditions, and experienced the Ming and Qing dynasties.
I thought I was just a spectator of history, until I discovered—
Those things that modern people call "aliens" have been eyeing humans long before the Qin Dynasty. They drive civilization not for good intentions but for harvest. Every technological leap is a step into the trap they set.
And I, a humble medicine man, am the only one who knows the truth.
The knowledge accumulated over two thousand years, and the character tempered by fifteen sleeps, this time, I am no longer a bystander.
