I Dismantle Plotlines Across Five Thousand Years of History

I'm a history major who barely scraped by. After falling asleep in class, I became a corpse on the battlefield of the Yellow Emperor's war.

A bizarre tattoo on my chest could even heal itself.

They called me “the last bloodline of the Shamans,” but the way the Mysterious Lady looked at me was as if she were seeing a “program error.”

I once thought transmigrating meant surviving in the wilderness and building a tribal society.

That was until I heard a cold voice in a dream:

[This path is blocked.]

[Deviant branches must be pruned.]

From then on, a band of masked “enforcers” followed me.

They unleashed plagues of insects when I promoted crop rotation and incited bloody violence when I forged alliances.

They wanted history to follow its “destined” script to the letter, even if that script was filled with war, famine, and sacrifice.

But I, Ye Qingshan, an “anomaly” who should have died at Zhuolu, was determined to expose every supposed “inevitability” throughout these five thousand years!

From the Yellow Emperor to the Xia and Shang dynasties, from the Spring and Autumn period to the Qin and Han dynasties, I planted variables at every pivotal moment:

I saved people who were meant to die, preserved knowledge that was never meant to survive, and kindled sparks that were never meant to catch fire.

Some called me the “guardian of civilization.”

Others cursed me as a “meddler in history.”

Only the “shadow,” born of the same origin as me yet far more ancient, sneered at the end of time:

“All you've changed are ripples. The ocean of history will swallow every wave in the end.”

This time, I will tear up with my own hands the script filled with everything “destined” to happen.

Even if it means... making time my enemy.