My System Is Three Thousand Years Ahead
Cheng Guang woke up to find that he had transmigrated. He thought his new identity was the illustrious heir of the Duke Protector, but to his surprise, there was an additional, rather unfortunate prefix: “pseudo”. It wasn’t exactly miserable, but it was far from ideal—a situation that left him feeling utterly helpless. He had assumed that being the pseudo-heir of the Duke Protector would be the greatest advantage he could hope for in this life. Unexpectedly, he was also bound to a system. Yet this system proved even more unreliable—it seemed to have activated three thousand years too early! Upon binding, it immediately declared that he had already ascended to the Celestial Realm and ordered him to confront the Great Zhou Empress, who was also at the Celestial level. But at this moment, he was nothing more than a powerless little nobody! Wait a moment, though—wasn’t the Great Zhou Empress, who would become so formidable in the years to come, currently just an oppressed, bullied girl? Instantly, Cheng Guang’s confidence returned. He was ready for this!
My System Is Three Thousand Years Ahead
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In the Grand Zhou Dynasty, within the Duke Protectorate’s estate, the Garden of Myriad Blossoms was a riot of color. Though it was only February, and the spring rains had just passed, the air was thick with the fragrance of earth, the surface of the lake rippling with gentle waves.
Cheng Guang gazed blankly at the distant lake, his eyes filled with helplessness and resignation.
“When will these days ever end?” he sighed.
He was a transmigrator.
There was no need to dwell on his previous life—he hadn’t lived badly, after all: a car, a house, and the luxury of being a layabout. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that transmigration would happen to him one day.
His new identity was neither particularly good nor bad. To put it simply, he was the heir of the Duke Protectorate, though with one caveat—he was a “fake.”
His name in this world was also Cheng Guang, just as in his previous life, but unlike the true heir, he had no courtesy name; the real heir was called Liunian.
At first, Cheng Guang assumed he was truly the Duke’s son—a scion of power and privilege in Grand Zhou, destined for a life of fine clothes, spirited horses, and idle amusements.
But before he could even set foot outside the manor, a woman in black appeared before him, asking whether he found his role as the heir comfortable.
Only then did the memories of this body come flooding back.
The original owner was merely a stable hand. Discovered by the real heir for his resemblance, he was secretly brought into the estate to ser
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