Chapter 1

Liu Family Village, a village with a very common name, is an ordinary village under the jurisdiction of Zhuo County in the Han Dynasty's Youzhou.

Most of the villagers have the surname Liu, and the village chief has a particularly impressive background, being a descendant of Liu Sheng, the Prince of Zhongshan. However, Liu Sheng had many children and grandchildren, almost forming a whole ethnic group.

When the Edict of Favor was issued, his descendants, especially the collateral branches, became no different from ordinary people. Even the main branches were not much better off, and being a village chief in a village was already considered a relatively high status within the clan.

This is a small village with only fifty-two people, and the villagers are currently very dispirited.

Their respected old village chief had passed away just three months ago, and his young grandson, Liu Ming, fell ill with a cold during the mourning period. When he was discovered, he was already burning with fever and barely breathing, and everyone said there was no hope for him.

Thinking of the old village chief's kindness to the villagers, everyone couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss, as this was the only heir of the old village chief's family. In ancient times, the continuity of the family line was highly valued, and having no descendants was considered the greatest disaster.

"Alas, what sin did the old village chief commit to suffer such misfortune?" one villager couldn't help but lament.

"Don't say that. Do your best and leave the rest to fate. After all, the young village chief is a descendant of the imperial family. If fate has a bit of favor for him, he will naturally turn misfortune into good fortune. If even the heavens cannot save him, then no one can," another villager shook his head.

The night passed, and a miracle suddenly happened.

The young village chief, Liu Ming, who was on the verge of death, managed to pull through. Under the careful care of the villagers, he recovered to good health. The villagers were overjoyed, and some even exclaimed, "Could it be that fate is with this young man?!"

Of course, no one took such drunken talk seriously. As long as the young village chief was healthy, that was all that mattered.

However, after he woke up, Liu Ming was no longer as lively as before. He became dazed and wandered around the village and its surroundings every day, sometimes asking all sorts of random questions.

Soon, people pointed out that the young village chief had recovered from his illness but had developed a condition where he forgot who he was. So, the villagers discussed and decided to invite the Taiping Daoists to exorcise the evil spirits.

It was the sixth year of Guanghe, just one year before the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

The Taiping Daoists were developing rapidly in the north, and many people knew about them. Before the rebellion, the Taiping Daoists treated illnesses, exorcised evil spirits, and gained popularity everywhere. So, when the villagers talked about exorcism, they thought of the Taiping Daoists.

Soon, three Daoists arrived at the village.

Before they even entered the village, a young boy emerged from the shadows, wielding a stick.

"Evil spirits, how dare you harm people! Take this stick!" The boy fiercely attacked, aiming a blow at the leading Daoist.

The Daoist was just an ordinary missionary and had not learned martial arts. Caught off guard, he was hit on the head, and his life was instantly half gone.

The boy's attack was ruthless, but he showed no remorse, instead laughing loudly, "You evil spirits have met your match today! Watch as I, Old Sun, strike you down with my stick!"

He raised his stick and fiercely attacked the other two Daoists.

However, he was just a thirteen-year-old boy, and his stick could hardly harm adults. Moreover, these two Daoists had learned martial arts and were preparing to rebel. They easily deflected the stick and subdued the boy. The villagers, who had just realized what was happening, saw that the boy was none other than the young village chief.

"Indeed, evil spirits are possessing him; we must exorcise them as soon as possible!" The Daoist, who learned that this was the one they were supposed to exorcise, rubbed his aching forehead and loudly said to the surrounding people.

"Hmph, you evil spirits have cursed me, so I cannot die a good death! Fellow villagers, uncles and aunts, please help me drive away these evil spirits!" Liu Ming shouted, and everyone could see the deep-seated hatred he had for the Taiping Daoists.

Everyone was puzzled. Even if the young village chief had a condition where he forgot who he was, he usually behaved properly. If he hadn't remembered everything, people would have thought nothing was wrong with him.

But why did he suddenly start calling the Taiping Daoists evil spirits?

Thinking about it, perhaps he had the protection of a true dragon, and maybe his dragon eyes could see something that others couldn't?

So, the villagers could only ask the Taiping Daoists to stay for a day, prepare some silver and food, and send them away. As for the Daoists' request to spread their teachings, the villagers said they would have to wait, at least until the young village chief recovered.

The Daoists were frustrated. Their true purpose was to spread their teachings, especially to bring a village like Liu Family Village, which had strong combat capabilities, into the Taiping Daoist ranks, which would greatly increase the chances of a successful rebellion.

But all their plans were foiled by this crazy child.

Seeing the villagers' reaction and the child's genuine madness, the Daoists could only leave in frustration.

This exorcism resulted in the loss of some food and silver, but nothing else was gained.

Was nothing really gained?

Liu Ming returned to his room, rubbed his sore arms, and lay down contentedly.

No one knew that inside this young body lay the soul of a modern otaku from the future.

His name was also Liu Ming, and he used to boast about being a descendant of the Han Dynasty's imperial family, but it was just a joke. He occasionally did some part-time work, but most of the time, he stayed in his room, working as a writer. He lived a mediocre life for twenty-five years, writing many unpopular novels but achieving nothing.

One day, while he was idly playing "Empire 3," he suddenly lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he found himself in a new identity. After some investigation, he tragically discovered that he was in the late Han Dynasty, and the Yellow Turban Rebellion was still over a year away.

Well, if he was going to be transported, so be it. What was there to miss about his previous life? The only thing he regretted was his parents, wondering if they would worry about him. He hoped his two younger brothers would do well!

But what about the promised benefits? What about the beginner's package or the upgrade package?

None? Fine, at least there should be a system, right?!

There is? Fine, open the main interface directly.

Do you know what it showed? It said, "Activation conditions not met, cannot activate!"

Damn it! Giving a system but not allowing activation, what's the point? Is it really that hard to get an activation code? Activation code, you damn thing, at least show up!

Even if you don't show up, at least tell me how to activate it!

During that time, Liu Ming almost went crazy.

It felt like having billions in front of you, but being told you need to prove you are Liu Ming. Trying with an ID card, fingerprints, retinal scans... none of them could prove he was Liu Ming himself. How frustrating!

Since it couldn't be activated, ignore it!

As a modern person, was he afraid of not achieving greatness in ancient times?!

Papermaking, he knew the principle! Glassmaking, it seemed to use sand! Printing, he needed to make paper first! Stirrups and horseshoes, the technology wasn't hard, but who would use them? Plow, what shape was it? Gunpowder, it seemed to be three parts charcoal, two parts sulfur, and one part saltpeter! Firearms and cannons, without gunpowder, they wouldn't work, and black gunpowder should be fine?

Well, he was just a NEET...

What could he do? He wasn't a character in a novel, who could have imagined a grand transportation? Even if he knew, he couldn't memorize all these things at once. Unless he was like some greats who brought an encyclopedia with them, but he was a soul transported...

The only thing he was happy about was rejecting the Taiping Daoists' teachings. This way, when they rebelled next year, they wouldn't be able to drag the Liu Family Village into it. Everyone knew the Yellow Turban Rebellion would fail, and no one wanted to be a sacrifice for them.

At that moment, a cold, emotionless, yet familiar electronic voice finally sounded in his mind, "Host has changed G-level history, activation conditions met, 'Empire 3' system activation!"

At that moment, that voice was so beautiful, like heavenly music...

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