You Said This Was a Realistic Game, but You Know the Historical Plot

“If you’re going to transmigrate, you have to go to the Wei, Jin, and Northern and Southern Dynasties. You can admire handsome men, it’s an age when women take the lead, and you can even sit at the table and eat...” A famous professor declared with righteous conviction. “What Li Yuan? What Li Shimin? Princess Pingyang did at least half the work of founding the Tang dynasty...” “The Xuanwu Gate Incident? Just eight hundred men. So what if it was the Prince of Qin? No threat at all...” “An alliance of eighteen warlords, hundreds of thousands of men, against Dong Zhuo. That should be a piece of cake. Lü Bu? Just a nobody waiting to be beheaded!” “The Battle of Kunyang? Liu Xiu? Just a ragtag army. Four hundred thousand against twenty thousand. You could drown them by spitting. How could they lose?” “The Battle of Pengcheng? Five hundred and sixty thousand against thirty thousand. What’s Xiang Yu, anyway? How could they lose? Answer me, look me in the eyes!” “You absolutely have to avoid Xiangji Temple if you can. That place is cursed. Who even wins? It’s just a brutal slaughter, everyone dies, and the survival rate is a mere 0.48 percent!” “Stalingrad was even worse. The German blitzkrieg was too fierce, practically invincible. How could the Soviet Union hold out for three months!” … History, once etched in his mind, had now become a series of worlds fraught with danger. As a player, Lin Yi had to struggle to survive in them. He’d thought it would be a fair fight for survival, but why did the other players all seem so strange? When he saw a crowd of players shouting at the on-screen comments about going to the Wei, Jin, and Northern and Southern Dynasties to admire handsome men and sit down to eat... Lin Yi finally understood. The so-called golden finger comments were actually a trap, and he really was the only one who knew history.