Transmigrated: From the Start, I Was Sentenced to Death

All six of us in the dorm transmigrated. When I opened my eyes, I was already in a death-row prison.

The jailer brought me a last meal. "Eat up. Then you can be on your way."

I was completely dumbfounded. Why me?!

On the execution platform, the executioner's great blade was already raised.

At the last possible moment, a flying dagger pierced his throat.

A man in white knelt before me. "Young Master, your servant is late!"

Wait, Young Master?

Later, I found out I was the greatest grandmaster under heaven, with a host of elite fighters at my command and spies everywhere.

And Wang Xiao, the guy from my dorm who was always mooching off my instant noodles, had transmigrated into the emperor. A powerful minister was currently grinding him into the dirt.

Another roommate had become a mighty general with the court in his grasp, sharpening his blade as he prepared to usurp the throne.

And the others? One was richer than the entire empire, one commanded the Six Fan Gate, and one had become the leader of an evil cult.

Six people, three factions, one game of power spanning time and space.

Wang Xiao tugged at my sleeve and wept. "Hao, help me take back my throne!"

I said sure, but first tell me: who the hell is behind this transmigration?