"Are you kidding me...?"
Cangqing muttered.
He, Cangqing, was a transmigrator—but no ordinary transmigrator. He had come with an evolution system that allowed him to accumulate the power of evolution through slaughter.
The only problem was that not long after he had transmigrated, the system had shut down because the Empire had gained hegemony over the world.
Though he had no idea why the Empire's hegemony would cause the system to shut down, that was the fact of it.
According to the system's final words before it died, his mission was to overthrow the Empire and restart the Evolution Sequence. What he needed to do was wait for an opportunity.
And then, three years, three more years, and then another three years. So many years had passed, yet the dead system had shown no sign of movement, and he had given up hope, willingly becoming just another cog in the Empire's machine.
Still, as a transmigrator accustomed to comfort, he found his post-transmigration life unbearable. The Empire's technology was indeed highly advanced, but the ones enjoying that advanced technology would never be the cogs.
He clearly remembered that in his previous life, before he transmigrated, even nineteenth-century Black slaves were given a day off by plantation owners every Saturday, enough time to enjoy family life.
After the age of thirty-five, the law even mandated two days off each week.
The Empire, meanwhile, legally offered three days off, but encouraged voluntary overtime.
Indeed, no one forced you to work overtime. You would not even be fired if you refused.
But every person at the bottom of the Empire was saddled with all sorts of loans from birth. The Empire did not want your money; it merely wanted you to borrow from it. As for the specific terms, they were roughly the