The Savior? Me?

Zhuo Tianhang woke with a start, sweat on his forehead and his legs unsteady.

Oh no! He'd fallen into the hands of a cult!

He was lying in the middle of a strange diagram. His clothes had been changed, his wrists had been cut open, and blood had soaked the whole design red. Candles surrounded him, and he couldn't find his phone, so there was no way to call the police. He'd really fallen into the hands of a cult!

He hoped they hadn't taken a kidney.

Ten seconds ago, Zhuo Tianhang had prayed that this wasn't a cult, but just his friends playing a prank on him.

Ten seconds later, he decided that a cult would've been better.

He had transmigrated.

He had transmigrated to a parallel world where Huaguo had suffered a break in its cultural heritage. Because of that, people in Huaguo found classical Chinese as incomprehensible as he found oracle bone script.

But there was no need to panic. Other countries had suffered a break in their cultural heritage too. A mysterious mastermind had appeared in the sky, obscured the history of every civilization, and turned history into cards. Only by successfully climbing all one hundred tiers of the ladder and defeating Him could they reclaim their history.

A hundred years had already passed. The highest human record was Huaguo, ten tiers.

Zhuo Tianhang: Oh, oh! So it's a card game setting where you save the world! Let me see how you all play!

Card Master Number One: As everyone knows, Wu Zetian is a garbage card. Discard her immediately if you draw her, or you'll have to waste a Royal Temple location card later to get rid of her. Otherwise she'll stir up trouble in the harem, becoming your consort and killing the empress, or your empress and killing your ministers. This is important, so I'll say it three times: discard her immediately if you see her!

Zhuo Tianhang: ...Why not try giving her a Li Zhi card?

Card Master Number Two: The country recently figured out that "eight chi tall" means "between 1.8 and 1.9 meters tall"! What does that mean? It means a perfect candidate for the general position, no question! From now on, anyone described as eight chi tall goes straight to the general position to charge into battle. Take Zhuge Liang, for example...

Zhuo Tianhang: ??

Stop! Stop it!!! Chancellor! (Sugar-Free Bread screams)

Card Master Number Three: According to the experts, if the card game reaches the "passing down the throne" stage without a winner, choosing the eldest legitimate son makes our side the most stable going into the next round. Li Jiancheng? Li Shimin? Obviously, pick Li Jiancheng to inherit the throne... Hey, hey! How did I lose???

Zhuo Tianhang: ...

Card Master Number Four: I told you not to trust the experts. Forget choosing the eldest legitimate son. If you have to pick, choose the youngest. The young have more drive. Fusu or Huhai? I pick Huhai. Hey, hey! How did I lose too?

Zhuo Tianhang: ...

*

When Zhuo Tianhang first transmigrated, he heard a voice in his mind. It belonged to the original owner, who had traded his life to summon Zhuo Tianhang from another world, hoping he could save this world's history.

At the time, Zhuo Tianhang thought he couldn't do it. He wasn't a history major.

Now, Zhuo Tianhang thought... he really could do it.

Note: "My turn! Draw!" comes from Yu-Gi-Oh!

Theme: History matters. A civilization must know its own history.