Water Margin: From the Start, I Dragged Song Jiang Straight to the Authorities

This is no Jianghu fairy tale about "upholding justice on Heaven's behalf." It's a dark stage where "rites and music have collapsed, and the rule of law has crumbled." In this world, "brotherhood" is a fig leaf Song Jiang and the others use to whitewash their crimes, and a moral shackle with which they force others to risk their lives. Zhu Tong, a junior official with a master's degree in law who transmigrates into the world, represents absolute order and the rule of law. His goal isn't to become an outlaw. With the blade in his hand and the law at his side, he'll carve out a clear road to promotion, wealth, and the pacification of the realm in this rotten age.

This is no Jianghu fairy tale of settling scores and savoring revenge. It's a vast web woven from power, lies, and the laws of survival. In the halls of government, the law has long since become a puppet in the hands of the powerful. Beyond the reach of the court, "brotherhood" is merely an elaborate scam by ambitious men to harvest lives. Here, order has collapsed and hearts have grown corrupt. Every road that seems to lead to the light ends in an even deeper mire.

The Court: A Colossus, Rotten Yet Unfallen. The palaces of Tokyo, the capital of Bianliang, still tower high, and the robes of the nobles remain splendid, but the empire's backbone has long since been hollowed out. Gao Qiu's cuju, Cai Jing's calligraphy, and Tong Guan's military exploits are all just cosmetics to disguise a false peace. Promotion depends on choosing the right faction and paying tribute, while the law has become a personal weapon for settling scores with rivals. There is no loyalty or treachery here, only victory and defeat. Everyone aboard this slowly sinking behemoth fights desperately for the last piece of driftwood. Those called the "pillars supporting the heavens" have either long since joined the corrupt or been ground to dust.