After I Became the Childhood Friend the Tyrant Lost Too Soon

Duan Yunjing transmigrated. When he opened his eyes, someone had just pulled him out of a mountain of corpses and sea of blood. He lay on a horsehide stretcher, barely breathing, while several older men in armor wept uncontrollably beside him. Xiao Jing used to take down a whole crowd with his spear. From now on, he can't carry anything on his shoulders or lift anything with his hands. He wobbles with every step and coughs up blood whenever he coughs. How's he supposed to live like this? Sob. Only after recovering did he realize he was in the world of a book. He was the younger brother of a great tyrant who died young. He'd grown up alongside the tyrant, and when the man led the charge and fought at the front, shining like a star, Duan Yunjing had tried to follow his example, charging into battle himself in the hope of shining just as brightly. Then, during a great battle, the reinforcements were held up by a traitor, and he died a horrific death right before the tyrant's eyes. He was nineteen. And so the tyrant began his irreversible journey to becoming a tyrant. More than a decade later, the true protagonist would overthrow him and trample him underfoot. Duan Yunjing: Brother, your little brother requests permission to give up martial arts and take up literature. Becoming a tyrant isn't in keeping with the core values of this day and age. For the sake of our brothers' future happiness, I beg you to strive to become a wise ruler. You can do it! Go for it! P.S. 1. Sickly, beautiful strategist bottom x tyrant top Theme: Your fate is in your own hands.