I Transmigrated into a Three Kingdoms World Someone Else Had Already Transmigrated To

(No System in this story, and no quest for supremacy.) At the end of the Han dynasty, warlords rose up everywhere, but in the end, the Three Kingdoms belonged to Great Wei. This is a different Three Kingdoms. There is no Zhou Yu of Red Cliffs, laughing as the enemy fleet goes up in flames. No Guan Yu flooding the seven armies before being driven from Maicheng. No Liu Bei leading the whole country to avenge his sworn brother. No Zhuge Liang making six expeditions to Mount Qi and tearfully executing Ma Su. There is only Cao Cao, the Martial Emperor of Wei, wielding his whip, as rivers run dry, Jiangdong falls, and Shu vanishes. But no matter how things unfold, the outcome remains the same: lives are cheap, and people struggle in rags. The court is full of parasites who do nothing but draw their salaries, while the streets teem with petty thieves and swindlers. The great clans abuse their power, and the children of poor families have little chance of rising to prominence. Commoners toil just to get by, while women remain no better than cattle and sheep. This is a world someone transmigrated into, yet failed to change at its core. He Miao follows in their footsteps, transmigrating after someone else already did, and wants nothing more than to lie flat and farm. But once he is caught up in the game, though a tree may wish for stillness, the wind never stops. So he has no choice but to take command of the world’s workings and set human affairs in order.