History / power fantasy / technological domination / ruthless decisiveness
I’ll come clean: I’m a tyrant, and I’m having a great time at it.
I transmigrated as the First Emperor of Qin’s fifth son, only to be tied to the execution ground by the King of Zhao from the start, as a sacrifice to rally his troops.
The instant the executioner’s blade fell, the System activated.
Blast furnaces, black powder, repeatedly tempered steel armor: every inch the Qin Empire expands unlocks a piece of future technology.
Plunder enemy states for resources and use them to build my own army.
Use Zhao iron to forge Qin blades.
Destroy Han in three days, drown Daliang, and shoot Xiang Yan in the head from eight hundred paces.
With the jade seals of the Six States lined up across the great hall, he stands at the front and says, “Who’s next?”
Burn the books and bury the scholars? No, put them to work calculating pi at the Academy of Sciences.
When my eldest brother Fusu raises an army to purge the court, I teach him a lesson with a steam-powered catapult.
Zhao Gao falsifies the imperial edict? I planted listening tubes in the great hall long ago. At the sickbed, I recite the whole thing, word for word, then strangle Zhao Gao with my own hands.
On the day I ascend the throne, I stomp the imperial jade seal to pieces. “This stone is unworthy of representing me.”
I spread out a map of the world. In the far west, Rome’s eagle banners fly.
I point my sword west.
“The whole army, march. Let this world know only the Qin sunrise.”
