Six people were struck by the same bolt of lightning and hurled from the modern era into the Warring States period.
I was a special forces soldier, reborn as Meng Yi. My childhood friends had ended up in equally outrageous situations: Wang Yan became the son of Wang Jian, Su Xiao became Li Si’s daughter, Lin Xiaohe was taken in by a physician, Jiang Huai tinkered with inventions in the Imperial Workshop, and Zhou Ruihe worked the fields.
The six of us made a plan: help Qin Shi Huang unite the realm and bring this age of chaos to an end ahead of schedule.
But every piece of history’s puzzle had to be paid for with a life.
Wang Yan died on the battlefield during the conquest of Chu. Lin Xiaohe couldn’t save herself. Zhou Ruihe starved to death in the experimental fields...
Six of us, five gravestones.
The last one standing before Qin Shi Huang was me.
“Your Majesty, I have come to meet my death.”
