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Fall back, let your Emperor take the field!
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Fall back, let your Emperor take the field!

Shen Tang woke up on the road to exile and realized this world didn’t run on anything resembling science.
Divine stones fell from the sky, and a hundred nations went to war over them.
Scholars condensed a Literary Heart, and whatever they spoke became reality.
Warriors gathered a Martial Gall, splitting mountains and cleaving seas.
The pretty boy she’d dismissed only had to say, “Spear leveled, horse leaping,” and the next second armor snapped onto him, a long spear appeared in his hand, and he became an army of one – charging through thousands, seven times in and seven times out!
The sickly ghost she’d written off only needed to chant, “Stars strewn, pieces arrayed,” and the sky became a domed lid, the earth a chessboard – moving troops and laying formations as easily as breathing!
This wasn’t just unscientific anymore – it was fucking unreal!
It was like theology had nailed the lid shut on science’s coffin!
And as for her-
“My lord, the North Commandery is in a great drought. Why don’t you cry a little?”
Shen Tang: “…”
“My lord, the South Prefecture is flooded. Why don’t you smile a bit more?”
Shen Tang: “…”

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