My name is Hu Mo, but when I woke up, I had become Hu Hai, the Second Emperor of Qin.
The First Emperor of Qin lay in his coffin, while conspiracies to steal the throne murmured behind the curtains. Zhao Gao saw me as a bird in his hand, Li Si treated me as a stepping stone, and the officials across the court waited to see how the Great Qin would fall in just three years.
History was a script whose ending I already knew, but I had brought the one thing that could change it: a Daily Sign-In System! Every sign-in made me stronger!
Pointing at a deer and calling it a horse? I smiled and played along, while my brush hidden in my sleeve recorded every loyal and treacherous face in the hall that day.
The New Year court assembly? I gently kept the poisoned silver needle beneath the imperial seal three inches from my palm.
A midnight assassination? Twelve death warriors burst through the door, only to find blades falling like butterflies from the rafters.
Zhao Gao thought I was on the third level, and Li Si thought I was on the fifth. Every day, I danced across a tightrope, with deadly traps at every step!
Then one day, in the middle of court, I casually named last year's grain output in Nanyang Commandery, and only then did everyone realize!
On the vast chessboard that was Xianyang Palace, every piece was waiting for the moment it would be played.
From a puppet doomed to preside over a fallen dynasty to the true ruler of Great Qin, I did only three things: build high walls, stockpile grain, and wait to claim the throne.
