I Unpack the Script in Five Thousand Years of History

I, a scumbag student in the history department, fell asleep in class and became a corpse on the Yellow Emperor's battlefield. There is also a weird tattoo on his chest that can heal itself. They called me "The Legacy of Witches," but Xuannu looked at me as if she was looking at a "program error." I once thought that time travel meant surviving in the wilderness and tribal farming. Until I heard a cold voice in my dream: This road is blocked. [The stray branches should be pruned. From then on, there was a group of masked "enforcers" behind me. They brought plagues of insects when I promoted crop rotation, and provoked murders when I promoted alliances. They want history to move seamlessly toward the "destined" script—even if that script is full of war, famine, and sacrifice. And I, Ye Qingshan, an "outlier" who was supposed to die in Zhuolu, have decided to destroy all "inevitability" in 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 have planted variables at every key node: Save people who shouldn't die, leave behind knowledge that shouldn't exist, and ignite sparks that shouldn't be extinguished. Some people call me the "Guardian of Civilization", Some people called me a "historical troublemaker." Only the "shadow" that has the same origin as me but is older than me sneers at the end of time: "What you change is just a ripple, and the ocean of history will eventually swallow up all the waves." This time, I will personally tear out the script written with 'destined' written all over it. Even if the price is... Being the enemy of time.