Simulando a História, mas Começando com Chongzhen como Imperador Divino
Você atravessou para o final da dinastia Ming. Tendo visto repetidamente nas crônicas históricas as tragédias do final dos Ming e início dos Qing, você jurou salvar o povo do mundo: nesta vida, não permitirei que os manchus entrem pelo Passo de Shanhaiguan! Mas logo você percebe que este final dos Ming parece um pouco estranho... “No décimo sétimo ano do reinado de Chongzhen, o Imperador Divino saiu da velha árvore torta do Monte de Carvão, desejando vingar-se do mundo!” “Nesse ano, o Imperador Divino esmagou Li Chuang com um só soco, reduzindo-o a pó, e massacrou um milhão de oficiais e civis cúmplices na prefeitura de Shuntian!” “O Imperador Divino massacrou a prefeitura de Yingtian... massacrou Yangzhou... massacrou Guanzhong... massacrou Fengyang... massacrou Bashu... massacrou Liaodong...” Olhando para registros históricos que desafiam tudo o que você acreditava, você fica chocado ao descobrir que, ao invés dos manchus, cujas sepulturas já estão cobertas de grama, o Imperador Divino parece ser o verdadeiro desastre em forma humana, e é ele o alvo que você deve combater... Zhou Liang: Eu devo lutar contra Chongzhen? Sério?...
Simulando a História, mas Começando com Chongzhen como Imperador Divino
In the ninety-ninth year of the Chongzhen era, the elderly and impoverished scholar Zhou Liang sat dazedly by his bedside. His eyes, heavy with complexity, swept across the room he had lived in for over fifty years.
The house was built of earth and timber, dark and damp, with moss growing in the corners. For as long as he could remember, the room had always been this way.
If one called it a dilapidated dwelling, it still offered shelter from wind and rain, but to say it was comfortable or fine was far from the truth.
The gloomy, moist atmosphere and the worn furnishings made it clear that Zhou Liang, the owner, was likely poor. The lingering strong smell of alcohol and shattered wine vessels scattered on the floor betrayed a man who had sunk into despair, drowning his sorrows in drink...
“There must be few time travelers who reach their fifties without achieving anything, right?” he muttered.
“I’ve disgraced everyone. After a lifetime of toil since crossing over, I can’t even pass the imperial examination for the licentiate. Not only is there no hope of rising in wealth and status, but I’ve also squandered my once modestly prosperous family fortune, leaving behind nothing but this old mansion…”
“I’m not even as good as Fan Jin… No, Fan Jin later became a third-rank official of the Tongzheng Ministry. Compared to him, I’m nothing but a poor, sour old scholar...” Zhou Liang scoffed bitterly, his hollow eyes reflecting the ridiculousness of his life.
“But I do not regret it!”
Suddenly, his gaze shifted sharply, the emptiness r
