Something Is Wrong with This Qin Dynasty

This is the hundredth time Chen Yue wakes up. Everything in front of him was as accurate as a cursed reincarnation - three seconds later, a group of Qin troops would enter the city gate on horseback; five seconds later, the old man selling corn cakes on the East Street would open the steamer; ten seconds later, the overseer's whip would hit his back. He has carved every grain of dust in this street into his bones. He knew that he would be killed, poisoned, burned to death, drowned, and quartered by five horses. Every death is different, every murderer is different. But every time I wake up, it's the same starting point. At first he thought it was a curse. Later he thought it was an opportunity. Later, he finally understood - this was a chess game. And he is the only chess piece on the chessboard that can regret infinitely. Today was the first day he decided not to run away. He wants to take the initiative.