Volume One, Chapter One: Transcending Emperor Chongzhen, Bound to the National Destiny Myth System

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[Embers scatter in the wind, flames of war consume civilization. At the end of history, I gaze upward with my soul.]
“Your Highness, you must not! Absolutely must not! Please get down from that crooked tree!”
“What are you all standing around for? Hurry and pull the prince down!”
In the sacred Central Empire, beneath the imperial capital’s Coal Mountain, the wind moans mournfully.
Seeing Zhu Youjian preparing to hang himself from the crooked tree, the eunuch Wang Cheng’en called several guards to lift him down.
“Your Highness, our Central Empire is beset by internal strife and external threats. The Emperor’s fate is unknown and he has no heir. Wei Zhongxian, a traitor seeking to seize the throne, sells out the nation. Foreign powers raise armies to invade, and uprisings erupt within. You are the last pillar holding up our sacred empire!”
“For the sake of the realm, for the countless common people, and for yourself, you must not lose hope!”
Wang Cheng’en clung tightly to Zhu Youjian’s leg, tears streaming as he pleaded.
“Wang Cheng’en, tell me again about the current state of the world.”
Dressed in a crimson dragon robe and wearing a winged crown, Zhu Youjian grasped a three-foot white silk cloth with one hand, while the other rubbed his temple tirelessly.
His expression was deeply melancholic, as if drowning in despair.
“Reporting, Your Highness: In the East, the Immortal Qin’s First Emperor Ying Zheng has dispatched General Wang Jian with 200,000 cavalry to invade our thirteen provinces!”
“In the West, the Demonic Han’s Founder Emperor Liu Bang sent the military sage Han Xin with 300,000 troops to besiege Pingzhou and Liangzhou!”
“To the North, the Toxic Tang’s Emperor Taizong Li Shimin personally leads his forces, alongside fierce generals Cheng Yaojin and Qin Qiong, clashing fiercely with Yue Fei of the Sea Border Spirit Song, fighting over seventy-three coastal cities of our empire…”
“To the South, the Demon Qing’s Emperor Huang Taiji has fused the arts of demons and spirits, commanding evil fiends that feed on millions of our people, having besieged Shanhaiguan for over three months. The frontline is in peril!”
“Among the Hundred Schools of Thought, the strategist Zhang Yi is persuading several nations to unite in extinguishing our sacred empire!”
…
Wang Cheng’en’s words struck Zhu Youjian’s heart like a hammer, each sentence weighing heavier within him.
Before Wang Cheng’en could finish the report, Zhu Youjian once again hung his head on the crooked tree.
“I refuse to live!”
“Don’t pull me down, get away!”
“If I die now, at least my body will remain whole!”
“Oh heavens, open your eyes! Let me transmigrate back! Even if it’s to a different place!”
Indeed, he was a transmigrator.
He had crossed over into the body of Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youjian, hoping to turn the tide of disaster, to save the collapsing empire through his knowledge as a transmigrator!
But he was wrong—hopelessly wrong.
He had crossed into not the history he knew, but a completely different fantasy world!
In this world, emperors who shook history—King Zhou of the Zhou, Qin Shi Huang, Han Gaozu Liu Bang, Tang Taizong Li Shimin, Yuan Taizu Genghis Khan—were all alive and vigorous.
The nine great empires—Snowy Divine Zhou, Eastern Immortal Qin, Western Demonic Han, Jiangnan Literary Jin, Northern Toxic Tang, Sea Border Spirit Song, Northern Desert Iron Yuan, Central Sacred Ming, Southern Demon Qing—each controlled a domain, dividing the world among them.
Moreover, sages from the Hundred Schools wielded supreme divine powers, influencing mortal affairs, contending for the faith of the people!
Yet Central Sacred Ming flickered like a candle in a storm, barely holding on.
Originally, the Confucian half-saint Wang Yangming guarded Sacred Ming, but due to a psychological and philosophical conflict, Wang Yangming was imprisoned by the Confucians in White Jade Capital. Sacred Ming broke with Confucianism, losing its divine protection.
Taking advantage, neighboring states launched invasions, carving up Ming territory.
Wei Zhongxian allied himself with the “Immortal School” among the Hundred Schools—that is, the alchemists.

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Using alchemy, they manipulated the deceased Emperor Tianqi Zhu Youjiao to issue an imperial edict, placing the Sacred Ming Empire under their regency.
They slaughtered the royal family, offering half the empire’s land and the entire nation’s faith to the Immortal School’s sage in exchange for the secret to prolonging the dynasty, aiming to become a perfect being!
Their treachery was blatant and clear!
How could this situation be turned around?
He had thought the boat had already passed through countless mountains.
Unexpectedly, it had crashed into a massive glacier.
Damn it all!
Just as Zhu Youjian despaired, a mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind.
[Ding dong! Mandated by Heaven, longevity and prosperity!]
[National Fate Myth System activated, bound to host Zhu Youjian!]
[Detected host at fate checkpoint. Would you like to check in?]
A system?
My golden finger has arrived?
A glimmer of hope sparked in Zhu Youjian’s eyes.
Why hang myself now?
If I have a golden finger, maybe there’s still a way out!
“Fate checkpoint? Fate destined to fail, Chongzhen regrets it, but I will not!”
“Check in!”
[Opening your new player gift pack!]
“System, please, give me something substantial! Don’t be stingy!”
“I’m not greedy, just grant me some peerless cultivation skills!”
“If not, then give me grenades, a Gatling gun would do!”
[Congratulations, host! You have obtained the legendary mythic character—Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong!]
[Sun Wukong’s current combat power level: Supreme Celestial Wanderer!]
[Ding dong! Warning: Each use of the mythic character consumes a vast amount of your vital energy. Due to your low cultivation, until you reach the ‘Break or Build’ realm, the legendary mythic character can only be summoned for three days!]
[After ascending the throne, the host can bind the Sacred Ming’s fate and gain national fate points.]
[Spending national fate points allows upgrading, summoning mythic characters, and acquiring unexpected rewards!]
Supreme Celestial Wanderer?
An indescribable thrill surged within Zhu Youjian’s heart.
In this world, cultivation levels were:
Entry, Rising Hall, Profound Understanding, Condensing Essence Breaking Void, Heaven-Man Unity, Break or Build, Supreme Celestial Wanderer, Carp Transforms into Dragon, Transcendent Sage—nine realms.
Each realm subdivided into nine ranks.
Known as the Nine Tribulations and Nine Hardships.
A master at the Supreme Celestial Wanderer realm could roam the entire Sacred Ming with impunity!

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Not to mention the present figure was the peerless Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong!
Even if he could only exist for three days, he was enough to help turn the tide!
As long as Zhu Youjian’s cultivation reached a certain level and he acquired enough national fate points, he could summon more legendary divine and demonic beings to aid him!
Suddenly, a fierce wind arose, swirling leaves on Coal Mountain into a storm that seemed to darken the heavens.
Within the tempest, a figure clad in fiery red armor and wearing a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown slowly materialized.
He sat atop a golden cudgel, one hand supporting his head, the other picking his ear.
His expression was one of playful irreverence.
It was none other than the Great Sage Equal to Heaven—Sun Wukong!
Standing over eight feet tall, lithe and agile, Sun Wukong radiated vitality and unrestrained spirit, as if ready to vanish into the skies on a somersault cloud at any moment.
“Who among you dares to test my golden cudgel?”
Sun Wukong glanced sideways at the crowd, his tone full of mischief and disdain.
His appearance stunned everyone into silence.
None had ever seen such a strange monkey; an invisible pressure pressed down upon them, suffocating.
Wang Cheng’en shrieked in terror: “An assassin! A demon! Protect the prince!”
Several guards drew their blades and charged forward to capture Sun Wukong.
But they were no match for the Great Sage!
Sun Wukong blew a disdainful breath.
A mighty gale burst forth with a thunderous roar!
The guards were struck by a force like a mountain collapsing, unable to react, spewing blood and flying backward.
Wang Cheng’en trembled in fright, unable to speak clearly.
Backing away, he shouted, “Your Highness, flee! This demon is a formidable foe, surely sent by Wei Zhongxian and Demon Qing’s faction! I will hold it off, you must escape!”
Yet Zhu Youjian’s lips curled into a wry smile, his gaze fixed intently on Sun Wukong as if beholding a priceless treasure.
Brilliant!
Absolutely brilliant!
A fantasy world?
Emperors from all dynasties?
Sages from the Hundred Schools?
Bring it on, I’m ready to fight!
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