When he woke up, there was a bloody human head lying next to the pillow.
I became Zhu Wen, the tyrant who was nailed to the pillar of shame by history. A lustful, cruel and capricious hero in troubled times who was hacked to death by his son.
What's even more fucked up is that it's now the first year of the Dragon Age of the Tang Dynasty, 888 AD.
To the north, Li Ke pressed forward with 80,000 Shatuo cavalry. To the south, Yang Xingmi watched eagerly. To the west, Li Maozhen was sharpening his sword. Above his head was Tang Zhaozong, who wanted to kill me.
Eight dynasties have changed in fifty years, and fourteen emperors have passed like a revolving lantern.
There is only one rule of survival in this era——
Become a beast or die.
But Zhu Wen and I are different.
I know everyone's ending. I know who will betray me, who will chop off my head, which battles I can win and which battles are a dead end.
I have no way out.
To defend is to die, to surrender is to die, to hesitate is to die.
The only thing I can do is to turn this mountain of corpses and sea of blood into my world.
