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

"Bang!"

The two enormous sacks were slammed onto the cold, hard black iron floor of the Youdu Palace as if they were garbage.

The bag was loosened, and Han Xin and Xiao He, these two unfortunate brothers, tumbled out. Before they could even take a breath of fresh air, they were stunned by the sight before them.

This is no ordinary palace.

This is clearly a cyberpunk underworld!

Above the dome of the main hall, countless eternal lamps emitting eerie green flames floated, casting a chilling and terrifying light over the entire space. The surrounding pillars were no longer carved wooden pillars, but massive metal columns filled with gears and pipes, from which flowed dark red liquid, emitting strange gurgling sounds.

Squads of heavily armored mechanical zombies with glowing red eyes patrolled the hall in perfect unison, their heavy footsteps pounding on one's heart.

In the very center of the main hall, a huge holographic map (actually a projection of corpse energy) floated, densely marked with red and green dots. Countless translucent ghosts floated around the map, seemingly organizing data.

"vomit……"

Xiao He glanced at the zombie guard beside him who was stitching up his arm, his stomach churning, and he gagged. "This...this is the Great Qin? I'm not well-educated, don't try to fool me, this is clearly the eighteenth level of hell!"

Although Han Xin didn't vomit, his face was worse than a dead man's. He had long since lost his broken sword and could only clutch his collar tightly, trying to find a non-existent sense of security.

"Welcome to the Youdu Command Center."

A lazy voice drifted down from the high platform.

Su Ming sat on a grand chair made of bones and metal, holding a steaming cup of goji berry tea (for health reasons), looking down at the two future "Three Heroes of the Early Han Dynasty".

Shao Siming stood quietly behind him, her purple hair cascading down her back. She toyed with a gleaming scalpel in her hand, her eyes cold and indifferent as if she were looking at two frogs waiting to be slaughtered.

"I must say, you two are really fast runners."

Su Ming blew on the foam on his teacup, a playful smile playing on his lips. "If I hadn't sent out the 'Skull Cavalry Company,' you guys would have really slipped away to the Chu Kingdom."

"You wicked Taoist! Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you!"

Han Xin, his neck stiff, though his legs were trembling, still stubbornly declared, "I, Han Xin, a dignified seven-foot man, will never submit to you demons and monsters! You want me to lead these disgusting zombie soldiers? Dream on!"

"Tsk, young man, don't get so hot-tempered."

Su Ming put down his teacup and slowly walked down the steps.

As he approached, an invisible pressure enveloped the entire area. Han Xin and Xiao He felt their bodies instantly stiffen, and even moving a finger became a luxury.

Su Ming walked up to Han Xin, and a faint green light suddenly shone in his dark eyes—[Eye of True Sight], activated!

"Buzz—"

In Su Ming's view, Han Xin instantly transformed into a human body model composed of data.

In particular, his brain region displayed an extremely rare, storm-like, dazzling golden light. That represented an incredibly terrifying level of mental activity and multi-threaded processing ability.

"Holy crap... I've struck gold!"

Su Ming gasped, his eyes instantly becoming a hundred times more fervent than when he had looked at Yu Ji.

"This brain circuitry! The speed at which these neural synapses connect! It's practically a natural supercomputer!"

Su Ming excitedly circled Han Xin twice, gesturing with his hand on Han Xin's head as he did so, muttering strange, incomprehensible words:

"An ordinary person's mental power can only control their limbs, while a master's mental power can control a sword. But this kid's mental power... it's actually a radiating net!"

"What does this mean? It means he's a born human high-powered router!"

"If you equip him with a signal transmitter, he can simultaneously connect to and command hundreds of thousands, or even a million, low-IQ zombies, and he can even perform micro-management!"

Su Ming became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally slapped Han Xin on the shoulder, almost knocking Han Xin to the ground.

"Han Xin! You were born for my 'zombie horde' tactic!"

"The biggest weakness of an ordinary zombie army is its lack of intelligence; they only know how to launch an F2A (all-out assault). But with you, they can become an invincible legion that obeys orders without question, knows how to infiltrate and encircle, and understands tactical coordination!"

Han Xin felt uneasy under his gaze; the look in his eyes was like that of a butcher who hadn't eaten for three days seeing a fat pig.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Han Xin's voice trembled, "What router? What F2A? I don't understand! I just want to be a great general!"

"Isn't that the Great General? And the 'Corpse King Great General' who commands a million-strong undead army!"

Su Ming chuckled and turned to Shao Siming, "Violet, go and get that [S-grade Military Chip] from the warehouse, and also that newly developed [Brainwave Amplification Helmet]."

"Yes." Shao Siming's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

"Chip...chip?" Although Han Xin didn't understand, he instinctively felt that it was definitely not a good thing.

At this moment, Xiao He, who had been cowering to the side, finally couldn't hold back any longer and shakily raised his hand:

"My...My Lordship Preceptor, what about me?"

"Since Han Xin wants to be a zombie general, then... shouldn't I just drag him out and bury him?"

Xiao He was also a smart man. He knew that he did not have the military skills of Han Xin. If he had no use, he would probably only have death in this underworld court.

"Bury it? What a waste."

Su Ming turned his head and looked Xiao He up and down, his eyes revealing a capitalist's shrewdness.

He casually grabbed a stack of thick account books, almost half a person's height, from the table next to him and threw them into Xiao He's arms.

"Bang!"

Xiao He was so struck that he staggered and almost passed out.

"Look at this," Su Ming said calmly.

Xiao He opened a book, which was filled with densely packed records: "Maintenance costs for the Black Iron Warriors, consumption of corpse oil, budget for the expansion of the Epang Palace, conversion rate of prisoners of war from the six kingdoms..."

It's all a jumbled mess of data that's enough to make your head spin.

"These are the logistical reports that Prime Minister Li Si has been working on for the past two days."

Su Ming pointed to Li Si in the corner of the hall, who was buried in a pile of documents, with tubes inserted into the back of his head, bloodshot eyes, and making strange "heh heh" laughs while reviewing official documents.

"Although Prime Minister Li carried out mechanization, the Qin Dynasty has expanded too much, and he is still a bit overwhelmed (actually, he is about to overload and crash)."

"Xiao He, I've heard you're best at logistics and calculating supplies?"

Su Ming patted Xiao He on the shoulder and gave him a warm smile:

"Go ahead, grab a stool and sit down. From today onwards, you are the Vice Prime Minister of Qin, in charge of settling accounts with this million-strong zombie army."

"If you do it well, you'll enjoy endless wealth and luxury; if you don't..."

Su Ming pointed to Han Xin, who looked utterly hopeless, and said in a low voice:

"Once Han Xin has successfully reformed, I'll have him treat you as his first treat, to nourish his brain."

Xiao He shuddered, glancing at Li Si, who was nearly driven mad, and then at Han Xin, who was about to have his skull opened.

Overtime, or being eaten?

Is this even a multiple-choice question?

"This humble official... will get to work right away!"

Clutching the account book, Xiao He sped faster than he could escape, rushing to Li Si's side in a flash. He grabbed a pen and began calculating frantically, as if Han Xin would devour his head if he were a second late.

One is sorted out.

Su Ming nodded in satisfaction and turned his gaze back to Han Xin.

At this moment, Shao Siming returned carrying a tray.

On the tray lay a menacing, metallic silver helmet, its interior riddled with tiny probes. Beside it sat a buzzing… miniature craniotomy saw.

"No! I won't wear that! I won't saw my brain off!"

Upon seeing the saw, Han Xin's mental defenses completely crumbled. He struggled frantically, attempting to commit suicide by smashing his head against a pillar, crying out, "Let me die! A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! I'd rather die than become a monster!"

"Hold him down!"

Su Ming gave the order.

Two strong, burly men stepped forward and, like pinning down a pig to slaughter, pressed Han Xin firmly onto a cold metal operating table.

The belt is fastened and the limbs are secured.

"Han Xin, don't be afraid, I'm a professional."

Su Ming put on sterile gloves, picked up the rapidly spinning miniature saw, and revealed the kind of "nuclear-kind" smile that could stop a child from crying.

"It's just a minimally invasive surgery, just implanting a chip. It won't hurt, at most it'll just feel a little... cold."

"Moreover, when you wake up, you'll find that commanding thousands of troops is as easy as breathing. That exhilarating feeling of complete control... believe me, you'll love it."

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The sound of the saw teeth turning grew closer and closer.

Han Xin stared at the cold light that was growing larger in his pupils, and let out a desperate and piercing scream:

"Su Ming! You'll die a horrible death!!"

"Give me a quick death!!!"

Su Ming's hands didn't stop for a moment. He looked at Han Xin's face, which was twisted with fear, and whispered:

"happy?"

"Don't worry, once we connect to the Qin Dynasty's corpse energy network, you'll know... what true pleasure is."