Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

"System binding successful."

As the series of mechanical sounds in his mind subsided, a pale blue, semi-transparent panel that only Su Ming could see suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Su Ming scrambled over like he was grasping at a straw, staring intently at the text on the screen as if he wanted to tear a hole through it. He didn't need any world-destroying artifacts right now; all he needed was a pill that could prolong life, even expired cold medicine would do!

However, when he saw the contents of the panel, the ecstasy on his face froze instantly, and then cracked little by little.

[God-Level Corpse Path Technology System]

[Host: Su Ming]

Current Position: Qin Dynasty Reserve Death Row Inmate/Apprentice Alchemist

[Core Skill Tree:]

1. **Corpse-driving technique (beginner)**: Makes corpses do calisthenics.

2. **Nurturing Evil Spirits Method (Unlocked)**: Requires an extremely yin place.

3. **Biochemical Modification (Basic)**: Extracts T-virus stock solution (improved version), Tyrant Bone Enhancement Fluid, Licker Agility Potion...

Su Ming stared at the rows of green skill icons that exuded an eerie aura, and his whole body went numb.

"Brother, did you send the wrong item?"

He was internally screaming, his hands trembling. "What I need is medicine to save lives! To save lives! Can't you even see the situation? If I dared to turn Qin Shi Huang into one of those hopping, jumping zombies, believe me, the Qin cavalry would crush me into mincemeat!"

The system didn't respond at all, acting as aloof as a jerk.

Su Ming collapsed to the ground in despair, staring at the furnace of discarded pills still emitting black smoke, his mentality completely broken.

This isn't alchemy, it's clearly refining his ashes!

seven days?

With all the underworld gadgets this system provided, like "corpse-driving" and "evil-raising" stuff, let alone seven days, even seven lifetimes wouldn't be enough to concoct an elixir of immortality that would satisfy Qin Shi Huang.

"Bang!"

The heavy palace doors were pushed open roughly, and a blinding ray of sunlight shone in, causing Su Ming to squint.

A burly imperial guard with a fierce face walked in carrying a red lacquered food box, the kind of food specially given to condemned prisoners before their execution. He threw the box on the ground, the ceramic bowl inside clanging loudly, soup splashing everywhere.

"Eat up, Master Su."

The imperial guard crossed his arms, his eyes full of mockery and contempt. "This is a roast chicken that His Majesty specially ordered the imperial kitchen to make. Normally, when would someone of your status have the chance to eat such good food? Eat more, after all, every meal is one less meal to eat. It's better to die well than to go on your way starving."

Su Ming didn't move, but coldly raised his head and looked at him.

The imperial guard felt a chill run down his spine from the stare and spat, "What are you looking at? What, you still expect that old swindler Xu Fu to come back and save you? Don't dream! In seven days, I'll personally send you on your way. Sharpen your blade then, and I guarantee it won't hurt."

"Your back must hurt a lot, right?"

Su Ming suddenly spoke, his voice strangely calm.

The imperial guard was stunned for a moment, instinctively clutching his lower back, then erupted in anger and embarrassment: "None of your business! I'm perfectly healthy!"

"Tough?"

Su Ming narrowed his eyes. Just now, he had subconsciously activated the system's [Eye of Corpse Insight].

In the eyes of this ancient person, this imperial guard might be a burly man, but in Su Ming's eyes, this man's body was simply an infrared scan map filled with medical records.

"A herniated lumbar disc compressing a nerve, severe wear and tear on the meniscus of your left knee, and..." Su Ming's gaze shifted downwards, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, "...severe kidney deficiency. Brother, it's not just your back pain; you also get up quite frequently at night, right? Do you always feel weak, experience night sweats, and palpitations?"

The Imperial Guards' faces instantly turned a deep purplish-red, like cats whose tails had been stepped on.

In this era, medical standards were extremely low, and these hidden ailments were common for soldiers who fought year-round. However, being exposed to these ailments by a dying sorcerer was incredibly shameful.

"You...you heretic, what nonsense are you spouting!"

The imperial guard drew his sword, shouting menacingly but weakly, "Believe me or not, I'll chop you down right now!"

"If you cut me, your back will never be able to straighten up for the rest of your life, and..." Su Ming pointed to his groin, his tone gloomy, "you'll also say goodbye to the simplest pleasures of being a man for the rest of your life."

The Imperial Guard's hand, gripping his sword, froze in mid-air, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

Several seconds later, he fiercely sheathed his sword, glaring at Su Ming menacingly: "You're ruthless! You better pray you survive seven days, otherwise I'll definitely cut you into pieces!"

After saying that, he fled out of the main hall as if a ghost was chasing him.

As the main gate slammed shut again, the side hall fell silent once more.

Su Ming stared at the roast chicken on the ground, his stomach growling involuntarily, but he had no appetite whatsoever. Although he had enjoyed confronting that Imperial Guard earlier, it was only thanks to the system's support; it couldn't change the fact that he was about to be finished.

"What else can this lousy system do besides diagnosing illnesses? I'm not running a urology clinic!"

Su Ming scratched his hair in frustration, then brought up the system panel again, his gaze sweeping aimlessly over the skills.

Suddenly, his gaze fell upon the item included in the [New Player Gift Pack]—

[Primary Zombie Virus Source Solution (Improved Version)]

*Item Description: A fundamental product of Corpse-Way Technology. Injection significantly enhances physical activity, eliminates pain receptors, halts metabolism, and puts the body into a state of "perpetual motion."*

*Side effects: Mild lividity of the skin, bloodlust, excessive body hair, and a potentially irritable personality.*

*Note: Immortality is equivalent to longevity.*

Su Ming stared at the note, his heart skipped a beat.

"Immortality...is that the same as eternal life?"

These words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly cleaving through the dead end in his mind.

What did Qin Shi Huang want?

It's about immortality!

It means an incorruptible body, a lifespan as long as heaven, and eternal rule over this vast empire!

Does it matter whether someone is human or not?

If you turn him into a zombie...

No, we can't call them zombies, that sounds awful.

"This is called... a physical leap!"

Su Ming's breathing became rapid, and a crazed light shone in his eyes.

There's nothing wrong with that logic!

The zombie virus can revive the dead and mutate the living. As long as the dosage is controlled and the improved version of the system is used to remove the side effects that cause loss of intelligence, wouldn't that be the perfect "immortal body"?

Even if he turned into a red-haired monster, as long as he could speak, think, and wield a sword to kill people, it would be an irresistible temptation for Ying Zheng, who had gone mad in his pursuit of immortality!

"Let's gamble!"

Su Ming gritted his teeth, made a thought, and chose to extract.

A strange ripple appeared in the air, and then a transparent glass test tube materialized in his hand.

Inside the test tube, a strange, fluorescent green liquid was bubbling. It was still slightly boiling, occasionally releasing small bubbles, and looked like a mixture of some kind of radioactive waste and expired dish soap.

Su Ming held the test tube up to his eyes, examining it closely in the dim candlelight. The thing exuded a chilling aura; just one glance at it made one feel that death was imminent.

"This presentation... isn't it a bit too spooky?"

Su Ming swallowed hard, his lips twitching. "If I serve this to Brother Zheng, will he think I'm treating him like an idiot?"

But now there's no turning back.

Either be beheaded in seven days, or start this high-stakes gamble right now.

Looking at the "miracle medicine" in his hand, which was enough to change the course of the entire Qin Dynasty, his eyes gradually became firm, even carrying a hint of resolute determination.

"Whatever, we're going to die anyway, might as well go for something big."

Su Ming carefully hid the test tube in his sleeve, and facing the empty hall, he revealed a smile that was more like a grimace:

"Your Majesty, the medicine I prepared for you might be a bit strong. Please... you must hold on."