Republican Era: I Fooled the Young Marshal, but I’m Really No Doctor

Transported to 1924, Lu Chengan never got his hands on a System. Instead, he landed right in the line of fire of a Fengjun heavy machine gun.

Facing certain death at any moment, he kept his composure. With flawless Boston English and a precise prediction based on metallurgy, he managed to pass off the Fengjun guns’ tendency to explode as a miracle.

That day, the Young Marshal gained a close friend: a double PhD from MIT and a tycoon from Nanyang.

That day, the Fengtian Arsenal gained a magician who could make smokeless powder by rubbing his hands together.

No System? No problem!

The advanced knowledge of science and mathematics in his head was the ultimate cheat!

The Japanese secret police: “Mr. Lu is Japan’s best friend.”

British and American trading houses: “Mr. Lu controls half of Asia’s arms trade. He’s the Godfather!”

The Young Marshal: “Chengan, tell me honestly. How many identities do you have?”

Lu Chengan lit a cigarette and smiled faintly. “Young Marshal, I really am just an academic.”