[Qin] Little Imperial Grandson, Did You Get Beaten Today?

Hu Hai, age three, transmigrated. The bad news: as soon as he landed in the Qin Empire, he ran into human traffickers. The good news: with his System big brother as his strategist, he sold the traffickers and earned his first pot of gold. He planned to find his father and cling to his coattails. But the chubby little boy hadn't made it thirty meters before his journey was cut short. Before he could even open his eyes, he heard a dignified, middle-aged man's voice: "So this is the little golden dumpling? Isn't he a piglet? Could Xu Fu have made a mistake?"

"Your Majesty, Xu Fu is only human. The will of Heaven is hard to know. The little imperial grandson is just a bit round."

"Daddy!" Little Hu Hai was lifted up like a radish. Stunned, he thought he'd found his father, but his father seemed a little disgusted with him.

"I'm your grandfather!" The First Emperor glared.

A stream of liquid shot into the air, and the usually fastidious First Emperor's face darkened.

"Ding! The First Emperor's anger level has increased by 10. Exchanging a protective aura for the Host, which can withstand three physical attacks."

"Ding! Li Si's approval has increased by 0.5. Current balance is insufficient. No skills available for exchange."

"The King of Kings System is at your service. Host, keep up the good work."

What was a King of Turtles System? The little useless Hu Hai thought for one second, then promptly fell into a deep, deep sleep.

Years later, Fusu was driven to stamp his feet in anger by his rebellious son. The First Emperor looked at bamboo slips strewn across the floor, grabbed a bamboo cane, and chased him around the great hall.

"Ding! The First Emperor's anger level has increased by 15. The Host has accumulated over 5,000 experience points. Exchanging them for a copy of hybrid rice technology. Host, keep up the good work and become a ruler in your own right!"

Becoming a ruler was out of the question. As a successor to socialism, Hu Hai loved peace. He raced along, sucking watermelon juice off his hand. I truly am the most dutiful imperial grandson. Another day spent working hard for Grandpa's grand ambitions.

Years later, Hu Hai sat on a lofty throne. Ministers remonstrated below, while the First Emperor stood behind him, ruler in hand and watching like a hawk. His grandfather had grown lazy. So this was what happened when a top-tier worker awakened: they simply found another hapless scapegoat, Hu Hai, to keep working.

Theme: The successor to socialism never backs down