The Romance of the Three Kingdoms

I, Yang Kaimin, an ordinary editor, died while working overtime to finish the manuscript. When I opened my eyes again, the underworld HR told me: You have been specially recruited, and your position is "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms Reality Observer." I thought it was a movie, but it turned out to be PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. This "Romance Realm" project named by the Jade Emperor has an epic bug—— The late Han Dynasty's dead who were supposed to be admitted in batches were served in one pot. Now, millions of "people" are crowded into the same wilderness, each with the wounds of death. Dong Zhuo looked for the imperial doctor while holding his hands about the leaking intestines. Zhang Fei touched his severed head and cursed. Hua Xiong held his severed head and looked for Guan Yu. And I, a Zhan Wu Zha editor, want to record all of this. What's even more outrageous is that there is no magic in this world, and wounds will never heal. Those who died of starvation continued to starve, those who died of illness continued to be ill, and those who were beheaded... Well, their heads still couldn't be put back on. The only hard currency is knowledge: You can make fire, you are the god of the tribe. If you can stop bleeding, you are a life-saving saint. Can you farm? Sorry, you are the emperor of the new world. I held the blank record book issued by the underworld and looked at the absurd hell in front of me: The headless Zhang Jiao was worshiped as a god by the remaining members of the Yellow Turban. Ding Yuan, who had air leakage from his chest, and Dong Zhuo, who had a hole in his stomach, were still glaring at each other. In the distance, the first group of plunderers had sharpened their rusty knives. Where is this "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"? This is the restart of civilization on the corpses of millions of wounded soldiers. It is the ultimate battle of knowledge vs violence, survival vs memory. And I, a editor, want to do it before all this starts