Chapter 1: Straight to the Point—Revealing the Time Traveler’s Identity!

The ninth year of the Hongwu era, summer.

Yingtian Prefecture.

Wuying Hall.

Before him stood a raggedly dressed youth, whose presence stirred a rare look of puzzlement on the stern face of the venerable Zhu.

“Are you the one who claims to be a time traveler named Qin Feng?”

Unlike ordinary people who trembled in the presence of the emperor, Qin Feng remained composed and unflinching.

This only made the formidable old Zhu regard him with a newfound respect.

“To be precise, I come from a future more than six hundred years ahead.”

“...”

In this feudal age, charlatans and mystics abounded, each claiming to be celestial beings descended to earth. Yet, none dared utter such absurd claims as this young man before him.

From over six centuries in the future?

Even Liu Ji, the wise strategist who claimed insight into five hundred years past and future, would never speak such presumptuous words.

“Do you know the fate that awaits those who deceive the sovereign?”

A flicker of deadly intent flashed in old Zhu’s eyes.

To speak such blasphemy before an iron-willed emperor who had slain tens of thousands of corrupt officials could only end in tragedy.

One misstep in speech could mean a swift beheading and cruel stripping of flesh.

Yet Qin Feng showed no sign of fear; instead, he answered calmly and confidently.

“Your Majesty, killing me would be as simple as crushing an ant. Since I have chosen to reveal myself, I fear no death.”

“At worst, I’ll be gone for eighteen years, only to return stronger. But life at the bottom in the Ming dynasty is truly unbearable!”

“As a man from the modern era six centuries hence, I’m utterly unfit for this life—barely surviving.”

Old Zhu’s brows furrowed in genuine confusion.

Since ascending the throne, he had ruled with diligence and no tolerance for slack, believing that under his reign, the people of Ming should live in peace and plenty.

Surely, there should be no more rampant taxation or starving corpses littering the land.

Having risen from humble origins himself, he understood well the delicate balance between ruler and people.

“Why can’t you survive? Is it the heavy taxes? Or corrupt officials embezzling treasury funds? Speak honestly, and I shall act on your behalf!”

“No, none of that.”

“It’s simply that after growing accustomed to food deliveries, Wi-Fi, and soda, having to live in Ming and worry about daily survival is unbearable.”

“This life is intolerable; I would rather be executed by Your Majesty than perish from exhaustion in the fields.”

Qin Feng had endured the grueling 9-to-9-to-6 grind as a chosen worker of the modern era, only to find himself worse off than a mere laborer after time traveling.

As a modern man accustomed to three meals of rice and lavish feasts, he now endured meager fare.

As a programmer who earned thousands from the comfort of an air-conditioned office, he now toiled under the scorching sun, facing dust and earth.

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