Late Ming: Zhu Cilang, Where the Hell Have You Brought Me?

Zhu Cilang was tinkering with something in his hands, muttering, “One part saltpeter, two parts sulfur, three parts charcoal. Even immortals can’t dodge the smoke. Explode for me.” A burst of black smoke rose with a sputter, staining Zhu Cilang’s fair little face pitch-black. “Ugh! Another failure. Poor me, an engineering student, and I can’t even make the most basic black powder.” This is the late Ming Dynasty, but not the late Ming Dynasty you know. An engineering student who transmigrated into Zhu Cilang brings along an Emperor System. He originally thought he would use his knowledge to dominate the world, only to discover that the things he had once studied were completely useless. Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine, neon, sodium, magnesium, aluminum, silicon, phosphorus, sulfur, chlorine, argon, potassium, calcium... They were not entirely useless, but somehow everything had become a little different. It was not until he searched through the imperial palace that he discovered that his carpenter-emperor uncle had died suppressing a rebellion, while the Imperial Preceptor Pudu Cihang... Oh my freaking god! Where the hell have you brought me? Since math, physics, and chemistry are useless, I’ll have to rely on the System. Who would have thought the System would be even more useless...