Why, of all people, this bastard?
Why, of all people, this bastard?
"Fuck..."
The word slipped out before I could stop it.
The people around me—
servants dressed in what was unmistakably ancient Chinese attire—startled violently.
"Wh-What is the matter, Young Master?"
"D-Did we commit some offense?"
Every single one of them was trembling, their faces drained of color.
Their reaction, which told me with perfect clarity just how much of an insufferable bastard this body's original owner had been in daily life, made me sigh heavily inside.
Well, of course.
A curse had just flown out of this prick's mouth out of nowhere. It was only natural they'd be bracing themselves, wondering what fresh hell he was about to raise.
That thought in mind, I looked at the bowl placed beside me.
Sitting in a fine vessel, so full it felt sweet just to look at.
Honey water.
Feeling my guts burning up, I took a gulp.
A sweet flavor spread through my mouth.
But while my tongue tasted sweet, my insides right now were as bitter as hell, like I'd just downed a whole bowl of herbal medicine in one shot.
How the hell did it come to this?
There was at least one thing I could guess.
A few days ago, on a rare day off, I happened across it and read it intently for the third time in my life.
That book people say you shouldn't discuss life with anyone who hasn't read it three times.
Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
And I, an ordinary office worker who went by the name Lee Seung-won,
had suddenly been swept into that very world of the Three Kingdoms.
Fine, even if I grant a hundred concessions and say something like this could happen,
because as in novels and comics, possession is just one of those things that can occur in life.
But why.
Of all people.
Out of the countless figures in this era, why did I have to possess this bastard?
Not my personal favorite, Liu Bei, or Guan Yu, or Zhang Fei.
Not even Cao Cao, whom I see as a compelling villain.
It's the son of a bitch I detest most in all of Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
The absolute worst kind of garbage, who coasted on nothing but family prestige and dumb luck with no real ability or thought, running wild and raising hell until, right before he croaked, he went looking for honey water and kicked the bucket.
Yes.
The bastard whose body I now occupied was none other than the emperor of Zhong, famous as the Honey Water Emperor, with a shelf life of two years.
The prick who vies for the number one and number two spots on Forbes' Top 10 Retards of the Three Kingdoms.
Yuan Shu.