Mythic Three Kingdoms: Zhou Cang, God of War

I woke up as Zhou Cang, the Yellow Turban’s bravest warrior: the man who could withstand three of Zhao Yun’s spear thrusts, carry Guan Yu’s Green Dragon Crescent Blade, and still catch up with the Red Hare while panting all the way. My lord Guan Yu cultivates the Azure Dragon Tyrant Body Art? A single thrust of Zhao Zilong’s Cloud-Crazed Style can split rivers? Xuande’s Red Emperor Heart Art can devise the big and small details of a campaign? Zhang Fei’s moves, Python Devouring the Elephant and True Form of the Fire Phoenix, can sweep away thousands upon thousands of troops? Wait. Something seems off here. Zhou Cang looked down at himself again. Win battles and kill enemy generals to earn victory points, then exchange them for attributes? In that case, becoming the greatest under heaven was only natural. The old Zhou Cang had second-rate martial skills, first-rate strength, and super-first-rate defense. Now, after fighting his way through one battle after another, he had become a peerless general, invincible across the land! Super-first-rate martial skills, super-first-rate strength, and super-first-rate defense. That year, the Prime Minister waved his feather fan and said the realm would be divided into three? No! Outside Huarong Path, Zhou Cang held Cao Cao’s head and roared at the sky. A lion’s growl rang through the wind: “The realm should be divided into four! Let the flames of heaven burn even fiercer! Let the blood of this chaotic age wash away every great clan, every noble family, every aristocratic house! I’ll tear you all to pieces!”