Su Nian, an overworked 996 grind addict, opened her eyes to find herself a “two-legged sheep” in a chaotic age. The System's task was chilling: [Find work within three days or starve to death.]
To stay alive, she traded her last box of pork trotter rice for a job guarding an ancestral hall. She had no idea the coffins held more than corpses: there was a ledger documenting crimes punishable by the extermination of nine generations, an arsenal of a warlord's private troops, and a secret treasure map for restoring the previous dynasty.
With wolves closing in, she set poisonous grain on fire, taught bandits a lesson with a bottle of insecticide, and found her first follower, who swore to stand by her until death, among the ruins.
Starting from a haunted, abandoned manor, she reclaimed fields, built weapons, opened trade routes, and laid down rules. While others fought over a mouthful of food, her territory's granaries were already full. While ambitious warlords waged bloody battles for a city, talent flocked beneath her banner.
When the dragon throne stood empty and warlords rose on every side, a “petition of the people” covered in bloody handprints arrived before her.
Su Nian looked at the bright yellow imperial robe that had somehow been draped over her and thought back to the System's very first task.
“Weren't I just supposed to get a job in a chaotic age? How did I end up becoming empress?”
