The Qin Dynasty Needs the First Emperor to Save It!

After three years of the 996 grind, Qin Shihuang was finally struck by a truck in the middle of the night and sent to another world. But the fantasy level wasn't high enough, so he was sent straight to his old home on the Loess Plateau in Shaanxi. Only, the timing was all wrong.

"It's mine, mine, all mine."

Holding his sword over a map of the Six Kingdoms, King Qin Ying Zheng pointed out the direction of his armies. Suddenly, his gaze clouded over, then cleared again, and his soul had been swapped out.

"How'd I become Qin Shi Huang?"