You Call Me a Heretic? I Think You're the One Who's Lost Your Mind!

Born into an imperial merchant family, An Qi should have had a distinguished life.

But after suffering a financial collapse, failing his university entrance exams, and being forced to leave home, he realizes that as long as he can endure hardship, he’ll have a lifetime supply of it.

Faced with the brutal reality of bread costing half a million a loaf, and with a simulator as his newly awakened golden finger, An Qi smiles.

If you ask him, this empire is seriously ill!

He’s going to find a way to cure it!

[You give a speech at a tavern and rally ambitious young people]

[You manipulate the Imperial Council and stir up calls for reform]

[You secretly consort with the Holy Maiden of the Church, upending both divine and imperial authority]

[You combine magic with technology and launch a lightning strike against the neighboring duchy]

Looking at the future paths laid out by the simulator, An Qi smiles with satisfaction once more.

The world kisses me with pain, so I’ll answer by de-urbanizing it!

Once I draw the truth, let’s see who still dares call me a heretic!