Lin Pianpian: The Songstress Entertaining Guests During the Ten-Day Massacre of Honghu

Lin Pianpian: “My lord... I just finished serving a customer. I’m not dirty today.” Those were the first words Lin Pianpian said to me. My name is Fang Zhiyou. I’m an ordinary history student. I woke up to find myself a penniless scholar in Yangzhou at the end of the Ming dynasty. And the city was being massacred. A mysterious AI System in my head tells me my chance of survival is only 4.7 percent. It knows where I should flee, whom I should kill, and whom I should abandon. But it doesn’t know this: When I held the hand of that filthy woman in a cellar, I chose to disobey it for the first time. Ten days of slaughter. Mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. With the AI’s cold calculations and a prostitute who has been trampled by the whole world yet refuses to bow her head, I struggle to survive, kill, and escape through a hellscape worthy of the Kingdom of Shituo. She says she isn’t good enough for me. But she doesn’t know that every time she grits her teeth and gets back up, I forget what “the optimal solution” means. This isn’t a story about transmigrating and getting cheat powers. It’s about how, in the apocalypse, the filthiest woman taught the most cowardly scholar what it means to be clean. Ten days later, it wasn’t the AI that survived. It was us.