After transmigrating into the turbulent chaos of the late Yuan Dynasty, he found the land engulfed in war. Battles raged across the realm, bandits ran rampant, and the people were displaced. To find even a sliver of hope, he left his homeland and traveled a thousand miles, surviving countless brushes with death to reach Haozhou, the heart of the chaos consuming the land.
Alone and covered in dust, he arrived in Haozhou, where rival forces were rising and schemes lurked at every turn, each step fraught with mortal danger. He knew how history would unfold, but understood that no one could count on luck in an age of chaos. He would not wager on fate or chase empty fame. He only sought to establish himself amid the raging fires of war.
He kept his head down amid the tides of a chaotic age, endured the bloodshed of the battlefield, and watched the world change. He saw the Great Yuan fall, then waited for the first light of the Great Ming to shine across the land. As turmoil rose along the Huai and Si Rivers and beacons of war lit up the earth, he forged his own path through the chaos, one step at a time.
