Da Ming: I told you to die for your cause, why are you actually going to die?

Chapter 1 The Ming Dynasty Perished After Only Two Generations? [New Book, Please Add to Favorites]

"My head! Is my head still there?"

Zhang Biao suddenly sprang up from the bed, the movement so large that it almost overturned the IKEA bedside lamp.

At the same time, he tightly covered his neck with both hands, feeling the warm, slightly sweaty skin and the clearly pulsating carotid artery.

There was no chilly cut, nor gushing blood.

"call"

Zhang Biao let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if his bones had been removed. He slumped back into the bedding, which smelled faintly of briarwood, and muttered to himself, "That scared me to death. Old Zhu's knife is still so sharp."

He habitually raised his left arm, and on the smooth inner side of his forearm, a pure white number, like a projection from a science fiction movie, was quietly pulsating: [71:59:58]

"Tsk, only three days?!"

Zhang Biao pursed his lips, his tone as practiced as a corporate slave complaining about the reduction in statutory holidays.

However, he quickly threw off the thin blanket, stepped barefoot onto the cold floor tiles, and walked to the specially customized high-definition dressing mirror in the room.

A young face was reflected in the mirror, with regular features and a clear, innocent look.

"Ah! Oh! Uh! Eh!"

Zhang Biao moved his mouth in front of the mirror, then began his mandatory course upon returning.

Practice using the 'die-hard remonstrance' meme.

Expression 1:

[Your Majesty! The people are the water, and the ruler is the boat! Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it! Are you trying to drive the people into rebellion with your cruelty and bloodthirstiness?!]

Zhang Biao shouted and waved his arms at the air, almost spitting saliva onto the mirror. After practicing for two seconds, he gave up: "No, no, it's too hard on my voice. And last time I used this move, Old Zhu thought my voice was too loud, so he had the Imperial Guards gag me before he beheaded me. The experience was extremely poor, bad review!"

Expression 2:
Alas! The Ming Dynasty is on the verge of collapse, Your Majesty! Open your eyes and see! Behold the corpses of the starving people everywhere, hear the boiling resentment of the populace! My heart is breaking!

As he spoke, Zhang Biao tried to squeeze his eyes together, attempting to force out some tears, but he only managed a yawn before shaking his head and muttering, "Forget it, the acting requirements are too high, I can't cry. Besides, Old Zhu doesn't buy it. Last time, I was crying halfway through when he said 'noisy' and directly gave me a cup of poisoned wine. That wine was really strong, and it was so bitter that my tongue was numb for a long time."

Expression 3:
Zhang Biao took a deep breath, instantly clearing all emotions from his face. His eyes were vacant, and the corners of his mouth turned down slightly. He exuded a sense of despondency, as if saying, "I'm tired, let's just destroy this already." Then, looking in the mirror, he spoke in a completely calm tone, even with a hint of impatience.

[Your Majesty! I have heard that some vassal kings are undertaking extravagant construction projects, wasting resources and causing hardship to the people. This is tantamount to digging their own graves, and I fear it will bring endless disasters to the empire. Evidence? I have none. Investigate it yourself! What do you mean I don't want to live anymore? Yes! You are absolutely right. Kill me quickly, I'm in a hurry!]

He nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, use this next time. It's convenient and effortless, the lines are short, the information is plentiful, and it precisely targets potential pitfalls, guaranteeing that Old Zhu's rage level will be maxed out, with a 99.8% chance of triggering 'Execution'! Perfect!"

Having made up his mind, Zhang Biao began his three-day vacation.

In fact, it's less of a vacation and more of a return to modern society.

Three months ago, a countdown timer inexplicably appeared on his arm.

At first, he thought his life was coming to an end, but as the countdown reached zero, his world suddenly spun around, and he was transported to the Ming Dynasty.

It was only then that he realized he had encountered something extraordinary.

However, that's not the strangest thing.

The strangest thing is that he was sent to the guillotine as soon as he traveled to the Ming Dynasty.

The reason was that he risked his life to remonstrate with the emperor, which angered the Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang. He was dragged out of the Fengtian Hall and beheaded at the Meridian Gate on the spot.

Yes, Zhang Biao was killed by Old Zhu as soon as he transmigrated.

But what's even stranger is that he didn't feel any pain at all. Almost the instant the knife touched his skin, he returned to his original world.

And the countdown on the arm was refreshed at that moment.

After repeated experiments, he finally determined three things.

First, the countdown timer on his arm represents the amount of time he can stay in the real world.

Secondly, during the time travel, the progress of the real world and the Ming Dynasty world can be seamlessly connected.

Third, to return to the real world, one must remonstrate with Zhu Yuanzhang to the death, only to be killed in Zhu's rage.

This is... this is pretty perverted.

However, given Zhu Yuanzhang's nature, killing someone would be a piece of cake for him. He wouldn't feel any pain himself, and it would even feel good. Especially when he died remonstrating with Zhu Yuanzhang, he felt an unparalleled sense of satisfaction.

As for whether the resurrection would arouse suspicion from Lao Zhu or others, Zhang Biao also tested it. They only remembered that someone was killed, but couldn't recall who that person was at all, as if a segment of their memory had been deleted.

However, the incident of the man dying in remonstrance was completely unaffected.

As for the feeling after time travel.

Aside from the complete absence of pain when being killed, all other sensations felt incredibly real.

For example, getting injured will cause bleeding, eating coarse cornbread will cause choking, and going to brothels will...
"Cough cough."

Zhang Biao coughed twice unexpectedly, only then realizing that the air conditioner in the room was still on.

Although it was a rented house, the air conditioner in the room was not energy-efficient (Level 1). He had noticed this when he cleaned the air conditioner before; someone had changed the label. It was clearly energy-efficient (Level 5), but they had put a Level 1 label on it. It was really a rip-off.

However, that's not the point. The point is that I've finally come back, so I should enjoy modern life.

After all, by modern standards, life in the Ming Dynasty was truly inhuman.

"Hmm, what should we eat today?"

Zhang Biao casually turned off the air conditioner, then skillfully picked up his phone, opened the food delivery app, and after a few swipes, ordered a dish of pickled fish, braised pork belly with potatoes, and cold noodles with shredded chicken.

Immediately afterwards, he skillfully walked to the computer, opened a history forum, and posted a thread with great interest:

[Rational discussion: How to provoke Zhu Yuanzhang in the most concise way and achieve immediate execution? I need an answer urgently!]

If real society is a march, then the online world is definitely a symphony.

Within minutes, Zhang Biao's post had received replies.

[Is the poster a time traveler? Can I join them?]

【Oh dear! What's so difficult about that? Just call him a shoehorn-faced idiot, and it'll work in a second—he'll be scattering your ashes!】

[I suggest the authorities perform a backflip for him, then shout, "Old Zhu, you can't do it!"—referencing a certain warrior who was skinned alive.]

[The comment above is too harsh. If it were September of the 25th year of the Hongwu reign, the original poster would have simply held up a sign that read, "Zhu Chongba! You favored your concubines over your heirs, violating human ethics. The Ming Dynasty will only last two generations!"]

Zhang Biao watched with great interest, almost laughing so hard he fell over.

"Hahaha, a backflip? That's way too difficult! September of the 25th year of Hongwu? Isn't that right now? Alright, alright, the Ming Dynasty only lasted two generations, huh! I've got it."

While he was complaining, he was also taking notes of the netizens' replies in a small notebook.

Three days flew by amidst various delicious foods, computer games, binge-watching TV series, and tireless research into 'the art of courting death'.

As the pure white countdown on his arm reached its final few seconds, Zhang Biao was sprawled out on his bed, watching a nonsensical period comedy on his tablet. In the show, an emperor was getting so angry at a goofy imperial censor that he was jumping up and down with frustration.

【00:00:05】

【.4】

【.3】

【.2】

【.1】

【.0】

Zhang Biao counted lazily.

Suddenly, everything went black, and the world spun around me.

　[This is an alternate history; please do not take it too seriously. It is for entertainment purposes only.]

　　[Non-serious historical fiction], [Non-time-travel/being a dog novel], [Crazy-hot, hilarious, and satisfying novel], [Mindless and exhilarating, so satisfying it'll make your scalp tingle]

　　[Extreme Zhu Yuanzhang fans and extreme Ming Dynasty fans, you may not be able to accept the character settings and plot I've created, so please go elsewhere.]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)