Sentenced to Dig Canals? No, I’ll Build One Canal to Connect the World

A flood swept him into a deadly trap. Someone had calculated that he would die in the flood without a trace. On the night the levee broke, everyone along the river was retreating. He alone walked toward the breach. He would use that opening to carve out a way to survive and pry open the world. He built canals so the water could find its own way, and drew up contracts so merchants would willingly open their purses. He promoted trade, reformed the bureaucracy, and minted currency. With infrastructure as his foundation and open strategy at his core, he slowly clawed his way out of the trap. On the night of the uprising, the empress, her purple robes serving as a burial shroud, swore with her own life that she would give the people a way to survive. Her words set him ablaze. He renewed his long-held ambition and presented a grand strategy to connect the land and sea and weave a network across the realm. From then on, he halted wars, opened trade routes, quelled internal unrest, and pacified the seas, building a bridge between the divided states to connect all corners of the world. He broke through one predicament after another, thinking the larger game was nearly settled, only to discover that the wrongful case against his family and the empire's predicament had both been orchestrated by the same person. That person had been laying plans for years. The moment they struck, he was plunged back into a desperate situation. But his true opponent was not even on this chessboard. Because he was never the only person in this world to transmigrate.