Chapter One: The Soul Transmigration into the Great Qi Dynasty

Snowflakes swirled wildly through the sky like torn cotton, instantly blanketing the world in pure white.

At the Wolf Fort beacon tower on the border of the Great Qi, Liu Wu, a junior officer stationed there, frowned deeply as he stared at the motionless figure below the tower.

“Gou Dan, can’t you be a little gentler? That man’s dead from the fall—who’s going to do the work now?”

Gou Dan angrily pounded his own head, surprised that pushing the big fool just once would send him tumbling to his death.

Zhao Tai sat nearby warming himself by the fire, feigning indifference. He knew that to survive long on the beacon tower, sometimes it was better to pretend not to see certain things.

It was clear that Lin Shize had been pushed down by both of them together, but only Gou Dan would bear the blame—after all, Liu Wu was the junior officer.

Inside the hut, two women busied themselves flipping blackened flatbreads over the fire, hoping to win Liu Wu’s favor with the humble offering.

Liu Wu swore under his breath, then sat down by the fire, chewing on a flatbread while asking, “What do we do about this?”

Gou Dan shrugged, “If he’s dead, he’s dead. People die around here all the time.”

Zhao Tai spoke without expression, “Just say he slipped and fell accidentally. No one upstairs will ask questions.”

Liu Wu chuckled, “Not a bad idea.”

As the three plotted, the body beneath the tower suddenly sat up.

Lin Shize looked around, bewildered by the unfamiliar surroundings. “I was dead, wasn’t I? Where am I?”

Suddenly, memories flooded back, and as Lin Shize pieced it together, he understood where he was.

He had originally been a border soldier under the Red Banner, having heroically died protecting his comrades during a retreat.

His original self was a simple soldier stationed at the border in the Longdong region of the Great Qi dynasty.

Just turned eighteen, a hunter from Qing Village—strong and sturdy, but simple-minded and foolish.

Drafted forcibly due to the brutal border war, he was assigned as a soldier on the beacon tower.

Usually, Liu Wu and the others dumped all the dirty and exhausting work on him, even embezzling his pay.

Tonight was especially cold, snow falling heavily. Liu Wu had ordered him to stand guard alone outside.

The fool had stood motionless in the cold for nearly an hour, nearly frozen solid.

Seeing how obedient he was, Liu Wu and Gou Dan had planned to play a prank, but pushing him off the tower had accidentally killed him.

Now, understanding the full story, Lin Shize stretched his limbs, noticing that all his wounds had miraculously healed.

Only hunger gnawed at him. He strolled up the tower to look for something to eat.

As for those three bastards, once he’d eaten, he’d teach them a lesson.

No Mongrel attacks had come in half a month, so Liu Wu and the others hadn't locked the tower doors.

Lin Shize pushed the door open and immediately spotted the black flatbreads over the fire.

Without hesitation, he grabbed one, ignoring the heat, and stuffed it greedily into his mouth.

Liu Wu and the others, huddled in a corner planning how to find another sucker for work, were startled by a woman’s scream.

This woman was Gou Dan’s wife; the other was her sister, both brought here to flatter Liu Wu.

Following the women’s terrified gaze, they saw Lin Shize devouring the bread ravenously.

“Holy shit! Are you a man or a ghost?”

Gou Dan shouted, jumping to his feet.

Realizing Lin Shize was alive, he cursed, “You damn fool! If you were alive, why not say something? You scared the hell out of me!”

Liu Wu sighed in relief; it was good the fool survived. He didn’t care if a few died, but this fool had strength and obeyed orders—if he died, no one would do the work.

Besides, the Mongrels might be stirring again. Tens of thousands of troops from Great Qi and Mongrel had gathered along the Longdong border.

The Mongrel cavalry was fierce; a year ago, the elite border troops had been nearly wiped out.

Among the four of them, Lin Shize was the newest recruit, only a week in.

Gou Dan had been there two months, Zhao Tai six, and only Liu Wu had been around a year—luckily snagging a Mongrel’s head to rise to junior officer.

All were forcibly conscripted villagers, mainly on watch duty to light signal fires if enemies appeared, with no real combat experience.

Having such a big fool around meant at least someone could be a shield in a pinch, buying them time to escape.

The black flatbread was gone in two or three bites. Lin Shize reached for another.

Gou Dan saw Lin Shize ignoring him and slapped him.

Once the lowest-ranking man, Gou Dan had risen by flattering Liu Wu, using Lin Shize as his punching bag to satisfy his vanity.

But Lin Shize didn’t hold back. With a flatbread in his left hand, he threw a sharp right hook.

Bang!

The punch was fast and forceful; Gou Dan’s slap hadn’t even arrived when he was knocked down.

Gou Dan screamed, face swelling instantly, blood and teeth flying.

Everyone stared, shocked.

This fool had never spoken before, always obedient—how dare he strike back? And that punch was so quick they barely saw it.

Gou Dan lay on the ground wailing, “My head! This guy actually hit me—he’s rebelling!”

Liu Wu watched warily. He clearly saw the punch; this kid’s fighting skills were undeniably strong.

“Lin Shize, do you know that assaulting a soldier is a serious crime?”

Lin Shize shook his arms, satisfied with his current body's condition. As a hunter, he was strong and coordinated; his prior weakness was just hunger.

He smiled slightly at Liu Wu, “Old Liu, you guys are so unfair. You have food and drink inside while you leave me out here to freeze.”

Liu Wu snorted, “I told you, once we rest, you’ll take over again.”

Lin Shize thought, “You’re full of lies. You always say you’ll replace me, but never do. I’m out here freezing while you sleep soundly inside.”

Gou Dan wiped blood from his mouth and roared, drawing his waist knife and charging Lin Shize.

This fool had always been beneath him; now he dared strike back. If Gou Dan didn’t act now, he’d remain lowest on the tower forever. He couldn’t allow that.

Facing such a clumsy attack, Lin Shize didn’t even bother dodging.

When Gou Dan reached him, Lin Shize calmly sidestepped and hooked Gou Dan’s leg, sending him crashing down face-first.

Gou Dan’s mouth injury scraped the ground, pain preventing him from rising.

Seeing Lin Shize showing no restraint, Liu Wu drew his own knife.

His gaze locked on Lin Shize, “Kid, this is your last chance: go stand guard outside now, or don’t blame me for turning against you.”

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