Bandidos Errantes da Grande Ming

The heat of the farming season had become intense; after enduring the entire day, only the evening brought a slight sense of coolness.

Liu Heng sat alone beneath a large tree, staring fixedly at the western horizon, where the sky was painted red with fiery clouds.

“It’s been five days since I arrived in this world. It seems there’s no going back. I must accept it all,” Liu Heng murmured to himself.

He could not explain the strange events that had befallen him.

Originally, he had been a librarian in the twenty-first century, but inexplicably, he found himself in the Ming Dynasty, inhabiting the body of a defeated bandit soldier who had fled from Liaodong after the Battle of Sarhu, now a roaming outlaw.

Upon possession, he had gained the memories of this body and roughly understood his identity and situation.

His former self was honest and unassuming, yet he possessed a robust, powerful physique that could have easily been intimidating. Though capable of bullying others, his honest nature led him to be frequently bullied instead.

As the sun set in the west and the daylight waned, Liu Heng spat out the bitter grass root in his mouth, stood up from the ground, dusted the dirt off his clothes, and staggered step by step toward the camp.

Before nightfall, the camp would serve a meal. Liu Heng made sure to arrive punctually every time, never missing a single meal. Yet, in these five days, the most striking impression was that he had never eaten his fill.

He made his way to the rear camp kitchen, where the cook was already su