[System] [Transmigration] [Golden Finger] [Feel-Good Fiction] [Dimensional Overkill] Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat! The roar of an 81-type assault rifle shattered the silence of the ancient battlefield. The hundred thousand rebels across from me were stunned. They looked at the spears and bows in their hands, then at the steel storm in mine, their faces practically screaming, "What the hell is that?"
I, Cao Bing, was a transmigrator who just wanted to stay alive. The System forced me into becoming the greatest commander in this world. With a military System at my side and a Dongfeng Mengshi as my ride, I could work wonders with everything from entrenching tools and RPGs to compressed biscuits and hand-poured coffee. While the rebels were still trying to figure out what kind of magic weapon my "thunder god from the heavens" was, I was already picking off their commander with an 88 sniper rifle from a kilometer away. While the nine nations were still scheming over how to carve up Dayan, I was already driving an armored vehicle straight through their imperial palace.
They called me a "slaughter god sent from heaven" and my weapons "divine punishment." But I was seriously getting a raw deal. All I wanted was to finish my mission and go home to wrap up the novel I'd left half-written!
"I've only got one life, but the road to showing off? I walk it every single day." Cao Bing, a man with the word "play it safe" carved into his DNA.
