I transmigrated into the body of Zhao Yun’s elder brother.
I was frail and couldn’t hold a spear, so all I could do amid the chaos was pick up a pen.
No System, no status screen, no tech tree. I know how the Three Kingdoms end, but I don’t know whether any choice I make will send history veering completely off course. If I save Zhou Shen, will Dong Zhuo march on the capital ahead of time? If I kill Lü Bu, will Cao Cao still head south? Every extra yard of road I build into the mountains of Changshan brings another batch of refugees down from the Taihang Mountains. The Black Mountain Army’s movements shift, and the campaign against Dong Zhuo changes course by another inch.
Every step I take is a gamble.
Later, I meet Liu Bei. He doesn’t know I come from a later age. He only sees me as someone who can keep the rear secure. I build roads, smelt iron, bring peace to the people, and open up trade. I make sure the soldiers have food to eat and armor to wear, and the people have land to farm and roads to travel. Zhuge Liang later tells me, “Without Boyuan keeping things in balance, I would never have laid the foundation I have today.”
But I’ve never thought I did anything remarkable. I only wanted to be someone who could build a road and make sure it was solid. As for where that road leads, I don’t know.
No one can say for sure whether the original ending is still the right one.
