Bai Sheng was struck by lightning and sent into a primeval world.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become the lowest-ranking member of the Five Demon Clans Alliance: a white-furred mouse with a weak bloodline, exiled to the barren Desert of the Setting Moon.
Fortunately, the game he played had come with him.
Wearing a set of black iron armor fit for a six-star general and wielding a great saber taller than a man, he turned the white-furred mice into an elite force of pure Han warriors: the Liaodong Heavy Cavalry, the Five Thousand Camp Riflemen, and the Loyal Pikes.
From then on, the primeval world was turned upside down. The ferocious beasts that once terrorized the desert became his winter stores. The arrogant wolf-clan demon soldiers were scattered and forced to become his workers. Across ten thousand li of desert, the new ruler of the Great Qian Dynasty, who claimed to be the rightful heir of humanity, had no idea that a rat in human skin was already leading his rodent army to ask: "Are kings and ministers born to their stations?"
