The borderlands’ reaper, the Wolf King, transmigrates into the useless Wei Shuyu of the Tang Dynasty.
He wakes to find himself cornered in a crumbling house, with heirs of the Five Great Clans and Seven Noble Houses waiting outside.
He catches a wooden club swinging at him with one hand, then breaks his attacker’s nose with a counterstrike.
“Remember this. My name is Wei Shuyu, and I’m someone you can’t afford to provoke.”
The System appears and says it will help him.
He has one word for it: “Get lost.”
From then on, Chang’an gains a new legend.
Wei Zheng’s son has gone mad.
He punches aristocratic clans and kicks the powerful, telling Li Shimin to his face, “Your Majesty, you’re fighting this war all wrong. Let me teach you.”
The Turks invade? His three thousand Black Wolf Guards wipe out their royal court.
The aristocratic clans rebel? He goes to each family’s door, knife in hand, to have a little tea.
Later, Li Shimin looks around at his court officials. “Can anyone tell me where this Wei Shuyu came from?”
In a corner, the System he once rejected hugs its knees and draws circles on the floor.
“Boo-hoo... If he’d agreed to use me back then, he’d have unified the world by now...”
