A web novelist whose work never took off transmigrates as the son of a powerful prime minister. Unwilling to be a pawn, he has no choice but to rise up and compete for dominion over the world.
After transmigrating and being reborn, is he a legitimate son of a noble family, or a direct descendant of the imperial clan?
Right and wrong cannot be judged, disputes have no clear winner. With a laugh and a few words, he lays his plans. The realm is his canvas, the empire his game board, and all living beings his pieces. How many levels stand between him and the throne?
Give me a starting point, and I can rewrite all of history!
