All I Wanted Was Retirement, but I Became an Imperial General

He was known as the Empire's Dragon of War.

Rumor had it that he had a blue face and fangs, a mountain-sized body, three heads and six arms, and needed to devour millions of people every day just to fill his stomach.

Yet the Empire's citizens praised him as an angel fallen into the mortal world, believing that everything he did was a divine blessing bestowed upon ignorant lambs.

The Starshattering Sword Saint, famed for her absolute martial prowess, publicly admitted that he was the only person whose strength had made her sigh in admiration.

The commander known as the peerless master strategist, hailed as the kingdom's foremost adviser, wrote in his personal memoir: His intellect borders on the monstrous. I absolutely never want to face him as an enemy again.

Brutal. Merciful. Just. Evil.

Countless accolades and curses surrounded him, making him the most controversial figure in Imperial history.

But faced with all the labels the outside world had placed upon him, John Maslow-who had somehow transmigrated into a game called Empire's Fall and become a novice Imperial commander-only wanted to take a sip of bitter wine and, through tear-filled eyes, voice the dream he had held from the very beginning.

He had only wanted to honestly command one losing battle, then live out a happy, peaceful retirement.

Why? Why did things turn out like this?!