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

In Kuaiji County, the scorching sun beats down relentlessly.

This was the most secret training ground of the former Chu troops, the air thick with the stench of sweat and male hormones. Thousands of bare-chested Jiangdong soldiers were gathered in a huge circle, their eyes burning with an almost fanatical flame of worship as they stared intently at the god-like figure in the center of the field.

Xiang Yu.

He was shirtless, his bronze skin gleaming with oil, every muscle looking as if sculpted from granite, rising and falling violently with his breathing, as if countless angry dragons were hidden beneath his skin.

Before him stood a massive bronze cauldron weighing a thousand pounds.

This cauldron has three legs and two handles, and is incredibly heavy. Just looking at it gives one a suffocating sense of weight. An ordinary strongman would be exhausted and wince just from pushing it, let alone lifting it.

"Ji'er! Don't force yourself!"

Standing on the high platform, Xiang Liang knew his nephew possessed superhuman strength, but his palms were still sweating profusely. "This cauldron is used for sacrificial rites to Heaven; it cannot be moved by human power!"

"Uncle, please take a look!"

Xiang Yu laughed loudly, his voice booming like a bell, causing the surrounding banners to flutter wildly.

He strode forward, gripped one of the giant cauldron's legs with both hands, and his blood and qi erupted instantly, reaching the limit of human physical strength.

"rise--!!!"

With a deafening roar, Xiang Yu's temples bulged with veins that writhed like earthworms. The yellow earth beneath his feet cracked open, creating two deep craters.

Amidst this teeth-grinding scraping sound, the massive cauldron, which seemed to have taken root, actually slowly lifted off the ground!

One inch, two inches, one foot!

Immediately afterwards, Xiang Yu exerted his strength in his waist and abdomen, and with a swing of his arms, he lifted the giant cauldron high above his head!

Under the sunlight, the Overlord lifts the tripod, his aura overwhelming the world!

"Overlord! Overlord! Overlord!"

The surrounding Chu army erupted in jubilation, their cheers like a landslide and a tsunami. In their eyes, this was no longer human; he was a god descended from heaven! With such divine power, what fear was there that the tyrannical Qin would not be destroyed? What fear was there that the great Chu would not rise?

"happy!"

Xiang Yu lifted the cauldron with one hand, feeling its heavy weight, his eyes filled with an arrogant disdain for the world. He looked north, towards Xianyang, a contemptuous smirk playing on his lips.

"You old bastard Ying Zheng! So what if you prolong your life with sorcery? Before absolute power, all your schemes and tricks are nothing but clay chickens and earthenware dogs!"

"Once I march into Xianyang, I will smash your Youdu to pieces!"

……

Meanwhile, at Xianyang Palace.

The atmosphere here is completely different from the passionate Chu region; it is cold, quiet, and... full of eerie cyberpunk style.

The Black Ice Guard's spies were kneeling on the ground, holding a battle report that had just been delivered urgently, along with a painting titled "The Hegemon Lifting the Tripod," which had been hastily created overnight by the army's painter.

"Your Majesty, Imperial Preceptor."

The spy's voice trembled, clearly terrified by the contents of the intelligence report. "That Xiang Ji... he's truly a god! He can lift a thousand-pound cauldron over his head with one hand, three times rising and three times, without even breaking a sweat. Everyone in Chu says that he's a god descended from heaven to punish the Qin Dynasty."

Ying Zheng sat on the dragon throne, holding the iron walnut he used as a stress-relieving toy, and crushed it to pieces with a "crack".

He glanced at the picture; in those bright green vertical pupils, there was no fear, but rather a hint of... amusement, like watching a monkey show.

"this one?"

Ying Zheng casually tossed the painting to the ground, his tone as cold as the draft in the hall, "I thought he had become an immortal, but it turns out he was just practicing weightlifting."

"If it were before, I might have thought more highly of him and considered him a fierce general."

"But now..." Ying Zheng shook his head, raised his hairy hand, and lightly scratched the armrest with his nails, leaving five deep grooves. "This kind of brute who only knows how to use brute force can't even catch one of my fingers."

"Your Majesty is wise."

Su Ming stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window (which had just been modified by Gongshu Chou), holding a glass of chilled tomato juice, making a slurping sound as he sipped the straw. He looked out the window at the massive construction project underway—a project that could shatter the worldview of the ancients—and a playful smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Xiang Yu's vision is still too narrow."

Su Ming turned around and pointed out the window, "He's still playing in the mud, gloating over lifting a broken cauldron. Meanwhile, we... are already figuring out how to lift the entire city of Xianyang."

Following Su Ming's finger, I looked in that direction.

On the vast plaza of Xianyang Palace, thousands of tireless Black Iron Warriors were busy at work. They were burying thick metal pillars covered with strange runes into the foundation.

That was the [Corpse Qi Anti-Gravity Magnetic Levitation Array] developed by Su Ming by combining the Mo family's mechanical arts and the system's corpse-path technology.

"The Grand Preceptor is right, this is not a war on a single dimension."

Su Ming walked up to the spy, picked up the painting, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can. "It's like he's building muscle, preparing to punch someone, while we're already building nuclear bombs. What do you call that? That's called a dimensional reduction attack."

"A dimensional reduction attack..."

Ying Zheng pondered this new term. Although he didn't quite understand it, it seemed very impressive.

"Grand Preceptor, when will your 'floating foundation' be completed?" Ying Zheng asked. "I can't wait to see what kind of face Xiang Yu will have when he leads his army to the gates of Xianyang, only to find the entire city floating in the sky."

"It'll be soon, it'll be soon."

Su Ming snapped his fingers, looking confident. "The core 'corpse energy reactor' has been debugged. As long as we inject enough extreme yin energy as a coolant, our 'Sky City' project can be officially launched."

Upon hearing the mention of "extreme Yin energy," Su Ming suddenly remembered something.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot about the important matter."

Su Ming slapped his forehead. "My 'human coolant'... oh no, Miss Yu Ji is still locked up in the side hall. I was so busy watching Xiang Yu's monkey show that I forgot to bring her her nutritious meal for today."

"Your Majesty, I shall take my leave to visit our distinguished guest."

Ying Zheng waved his hand, his face displaying an ambiguous "I understand you" expression: "Go, go, just don't kill her. After all, she's Xiang Yu's woman; she'll still be of great use."

Su Ming rolled his eyes, too lazy to explain his pure scientific research motives, and turned to leave the main hall.

Back in the side hall, Su Ming pushed open the door to "Laboratory No. 1".

"Miss Yu Ji, dinner's ready... Hmm?"

Su Ming's voice stopped abruptly.

The warm pavilion where Yu Ji should have been imprisoned was now empty. The door, which bore the "Imprisonment Talisman," was wide open, clearly having been vandalized from the inside.

"They ran away?"

Su Ming frowned and quickly walked into the house.

There were no signs of a struggle in the room, but the table was a mess, with various reagent bottles that were originally neatly arranged lying on the floor.

"That's not right. I sealed her acupoints, and she has no internal energy. How could she possibly have escaped?"

An ominous premonition rose in Su Ming's heart.

He strode to the lab bench, his gaze sweeping over the bottles and jars on the shelf. Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply.

One bottle is missing.

And what was missing wasn't anything else, but the experimental potion he had just concocted last night using a mixture of "dragon energy" and "corpse poison," originally intended for "forced mating" of those zombies unwilling to reproduce—

【Love Flower Corpse Poison (Semi-finished product)】.

The effects of this stuff... how should I put it?

It is both highly toxic and an extremely potent hallucinogenic aphrodisiac.

The system notes clearly state: "A single drop can penetrate the soul, even immortals cannot resist. Without the balance of Yin and Yang, blood vessels will burst and one will die from burning lust within half an hour."

Holy crap!

Su Ming felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat instantly broke out. "Could this tiger woman think it's poison and be trying to commit suicide?"

"If this person dies here, it will be a serious experimental accident! My extremely Yin body! My coolant!"

"and……"

Su Ming glanced at the empty bottle, which contained a full two hundred milliliters!

"With this dosage, let alone Yu Ji, even if you brought over a muscular giant like Xiang Yu, he'd be exhausted to death, right?"

"Something terrible is about to happen!"