A Map from the Start: I Become a Wise Ruler at the End of the Yuan Dynasty

In the eleventh year of Zhizheng, the Red Turbans had just risen.

Liu Xing woke among the dead. Flames reddened half the sky above the village, while government troops searched the bodies on the hillside for survivors.

The history books in his head reminded him which years saw armies sweep through like combs, and which years made grain more precious than gold. To the south lay the starving; only the northwest offered a chance to live. He had only tonight.

He had a map only he could see: terrain, people, horses, friend and foe, supply routes, all floating before his eyes. It didn't speak or offer answers. Only what he could see counted as a path.

When people gathered in one place, the map grew by an inch; when a stronghold was built on a hillside, the map widened by a circle.

The map's end was the whole realm. He vowed to change the line already written in the history books.