Guns, Magic, and Profanity

Li Wei spent over a decade as a corporate drone, finally clawing his way up to become a company partner.

Then one drink at the celebratory banquet killed him on the spot.

The one bright spot in his misfortune: this wasn't the end of his life, but a new beginning.

He transmigrated to a magical world reminiscent of the First World War era and became a cadet at a noble military academy.

But... why is everyone here still working themselves to the bone?!

At the graduation ceremony, as the frenzied chant “Sacrifice is glory” rang in his ears, Li Wei secretly vowed never to join the rat race. Instead, he'd use his golden finger, which let him see everyone's loyalty, desires, and talents, to find a way to lie flat.

But plans never keep up with change. The “leaders” here are even worse at doing their jobs than he was back when he worked in HR!

His dream of a comfortable job in logistics was shattered.

He had to settle for the next best thing: becoming a tactical advisor. At least he wouldn't have to charge the enemy line with a magic rifle in hand and his head on the line!

But only the “most glorious” officers were qualified to become “advisors.”

So Li Wei put on an act and embarked on a series of sham efforts, all in the name of finding a more comfortable way to slack off.

But by the time he realized what was happening, he was already welded to the seat of power beneath a string of dazzling yet weighty titles.

[Silver Beacon], [Father of Three-Dimensional Warfare], [Imperial Marshal]...

Later historians would argue over which title defined him best.

As for Li Wei von Borg, on the final page of his memoirs, he simply wrote in bold the words he'd wanted to say to this world ever since he first arrived.

“What the hell are you all working yourselves to death for?!”