Chu-Han: Competing with the Dragon for the Throne

Transmigration isn't supposed to be like this! In 225 BCE, in Waihuang, Wei. Shen Shixing stood among a crowd of refugees. He had no household registration, and even his name was borrowed from a Ming dynasty grand secretary. Daliang was underwater, and Wei wouldn't survive the year. He was supposed to meet a pretty woman one spring, slowly raise her affection level, exchange jade pendants, and unlock a character CG. He was supposed to recite a poem from a later age at Zhang Er's residence, amaze everyone, and gain 100 reputation. He really did recite “Bring in the Wine.” Everyone in the room stared at him like he was some kind of lunatic. After a long pause, a retainer carefully asked, “My lord, what country's meter was that poem you just recited?” Archery was supposed to be his specialty. He'd trained for twelve years and was the best in the province. But of his three arrows, one dropped at his feet, one whipped him in the face, and one stuck in the dirt four paces away. Not a single one hit the target. The thing in his hands was, frankly, just a bent piece of wood. He was supposed to have maxed-out charm, become the most influential man in Fengyi in his twenties, and have everyone greet him as Brother Shen. He was supposed to have a status screen, daily sign-ins, a seven-day lottery, and a steady stream of face-slapping and level-ups. No status screen. No shop. No sign-in. No bullseye. Not even a heroine. But he really did have two golden fingers. One was archery: he was the best in the province. The other was history: he knew Qin would fall and Liu Bang would be the last one standing. Too bad both were locked from the start. For archery, he'd need a compound bow, and there wasn't a bow in this world that he knew how to use. For now, he just wanted to survive and get some meat to eat. That's not how historical novels go! I refuse to accept this!! Gugugaga!!