He transmigrated into a fictional era of chaos, where his father died leaving behind debts and local tyrants were about to seize his younger sister.
The moment the debt collectors from the Zhao family kicked in the courtyard gate, the System activated.
"First summon: a third-rate pool, Yong Chi."
One nobody, one blade, facing more than thirty of the Zhao family's thugs.
The Hundred-Man Commander asked, "My lord, shall we fight?"
Wang Zhi looked at his sister and said one word.
"Fight."
Later, he summoned Hua Xin to manage provisions, Han Meng to charge into battle, Xiahou En to defend the city, and Leng Bao to train the troops.
Later still, he would summon Xiao He, Chen Ping, Qi Jiguang, Han Xin, and Zhuge Liang.
But right now, he had only this one third-rate figure.
Was that enough?
It had to be, even if it wasn't.
From the son of a fallen gentry family in Guangqi County to a warlord rising amid chaos,
he wielded the heroic spirits of five thousand years of Chinese history.
