Clad in armor, weapon in hand,
I no longer care who wins or loses.
The road to emperorship is paved with blood,
And the path to becoming emperor ends in emptiness.
I alone reign supreme as the true Son of Heaven.
Who can stand against me when I grind their bones to dust?
I claim the throne on horseback, and all my subjects submit.
I look back with satisfaction, yet find myself alone.
What torment! What torment! The torment of emptiness and loneliness, the torment of owning the seven continents and five oceans!
By the way, can anyone operate a Type 055 destroyer? A Type 052D would work too!
Hurry up and transmigrate here. I’ll dispatch a thousand Imperial Guards to surround you around the clock and “protect” you at close range. I absolutely won’t chop you to death!
I promise! Cross my heart!
Here’s a secret: I came to the Ming dynasty with an entire city!
