Support System, Forced to Take the Throne

Jiang Yu transmigrated, and while still dazed, someone examined him from head to toe. He heard a quiet murmur:

"He must be a young master. Look at those neat teeth and that delicate skin. How could the rabble ever raise someone like this?"

Then Jiang Yu was taken away.

When he woke up, he was sitting in a military tent, surrounded on all sides by people. So many people, all skin and bones from hunger, looking like they could eat someone at any moment.

Before Jiang Yu could figure out what was going on, the general at the head of the tent, eyes bloodshot, said:

"Young Master, the army has run out of provisions. I am useless, and I am willing to fight to the death for the glory of the Jiang family! Young Master, hurry and leave the city with your guards!"

Jiang Yu rubbed his temple, raised a hand, and murmured:

"Wait, we're short on food, right? I've got food!"

Jiang Yu looked at the single-player game he'd been playing out of boredom these past few days. At some point, four words had appeared on the screen:

"Ten Thousandfold Manifestation."

Theme: Hold fast to your convictions in times of hardship, and you will see things through