In my previous life, I was an architectural designer at 996. I kept changing the drawings until early in the morning, and died suddenly in front of a serving of Kung Pao Chicken.
It was only after my soul reached the underworld that I discovered that KPIs are also talked about here. In a fit of anger, I grabbed King Qin Guang's bronze waistband, but was kicked back to the end of Qin Dynasty - when I woke up, I became the only survivor in the murder case, the orphan of the public loser.
What's even more outrageous is that the body is also dead. While others traveled through time once, I died twice.
Fortunately, the brain is still there. The hand that draws blueprints will be turned into building institutions in this life. Modern mechanics combined with ancient mechanical skills, I am a little craftsman with no strength, but I want to move the country in troubled times.
Until I discovered that the person who destroyed my family was a cult that used the souls of living people to make elixirs. They call that thing "soul pill" - swallow it and burn your lifespan in exchange for a surge in force.
Burning your life in exchange for strength? I know this job well. In my previous life, I burned my life for Party A. In this life, I will use the lives they burned to poke a hole in the sky of Great Qin.
