Starting as a palace master with 10000 subordinates

Darkness. Silence. Then, a sudden flood of memories—of battles fought, enemies slain, and… death?

‘Wait… I died?’

The realization hit like a truck—though, ironically, it wasn't a truck that killed him. No, he had died in action, like any proper special forces member. A heroic death, a noble sacrifice… or so he hoped.

At first, he felt sad. Dying young wasn't exactly on his bucket list. But then—something strange happened.

He felt… fine?

No lingering attachments. No loved ones weeping for him. No tragic farewell letters left unread.

‘Huh. Guess being single for life has its perks.’

But just as he was coming to terms with his death, another wave of memories crashed into him. These weren’t his. They belonged to… someone else?

A name surfaced in his mind: Feng Yu.

He frowned. ‘Who the hell is Feng Yu?’

Then, like a badly edited drama flashback, it all became clear. He was now in the body of a prince—technically. The 13th Prince of the Great Xuan Empire. Born to a concubine, quickly discarded when his cultivation talent turned out to be trash-tier. His mother, once doted upon, had been tossed aside faster than leftovers after a feast.

Since his maternal family had some influence, he was given a small province to govern. A "gift" that turned out to be more like a punishment, since the place was crawling with rebels and bandits. And surprise, surprise—he got assassinated.

Feng Yu sighed. "Damn. What kind of discount protagonist start is this?"

No powerful master to guide him, no hidden legendary bloodline, no secret treasure waiting for him under his bed. Just a title with no power, a province in ruins, and a recent case of being stabbed to death.

He lay there, staring at the ceiling.

"...So, where's my cheat?"

That was the rule, right? Die, reincarnate, get a system, and dominate the world? He waited. Nothing happened.

"Come on, at least give me a panel or something…"@@novelbin@@

Still nothing.

"...Did I really get scammed?"

Just as he was about to curse the heavens, a cold mechanical voice rang in his mind.

Ding! Karma System binding in progress…

Feng Yu sat up instantly, eyes shining.

"Hah! I knew it! You can’t have a transmigrator without a system!"

Now, the real game begins.