Gao Yang transmigrated into the Great Qian Dynasty just as the Empress ascended the throne and began recruiting talented individuals from across the land.

And so, as a ruthless strategist, he personally volunteered himself.

Empress:

“After personally wiping out your enemy’s entire family, you suddenly discover that there’s still a child left alive among the corpses. What would you do?”

Gao Yang:

“I would tell him to remember my face. Then I’d say, ‘Next time we meet, I won’t show mercy,’ before turning around and leaving.”

“Then suddenly, I’d turn back, laugh loudly, and say—”

“‘Haha, kid… we meet again!’”

Empress:

“……”

Empress:

“The two armies are currently at war, but a plague has broken out within our ranks. Morale is collapsing. Do you have a solution?”

Gao Yang:

“I do.”

“We can use the army’s catapults to launch plague-infected corpses into the enemy camp.”

“Alternatively, we can dump the excess bodies into the enemy’s upstream water supply.”

The Empress looked at the calm and composed Gao Yang, the corner of her mouth twitching.

“I really recruited a living Yama…”