He traveled to the Song Dynasty and became an inconspicuous soldier on the streets of Bianjing. I know very well that this is an era where stars are like clouds and monsters emerge in large numbers. If you are not careful, you will be shattered into pieces. So I decided: I won't compete, don't stand out, and don't make contributions. 996 Rolls were enough in my previous life, and I will just sit back and fish in this life. I pretend to be sick when my colleagues compete for credit, I run away when my boss tries to make excuses, and I stay put when powerful people fight. But I didn't expect that the few nonsense words I casually said would be regarded as divine calculations to gain insight into the heavens; the strange invention I took out just to be lazy would be regarded as the magic weapon that can determine the victory thousands of miles away. The more I try to keep a low profile, the more credit goes to my head. Looking at the official seal on my shoulder and the kneeling soldiers behind me, I looked confused: I really just wanted to be a salted fish waiting to die, how could I become the Optimus Prime of the Song Dynasty?
