Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Blood steams on the torn earth as the shouting fades, leaving only crows and the clink of armor. While other Qin soldiers stagger away from the killing ground, Zhao Feng is sent in.

He is a nobody in the Logistics Army, the man with a cart and a rope, ordered to drag corpses from the mud as Qin Shi Huang’s armies crush the last six kingdoms of the Warring States. It’s the filthiest post in the ranks—stink of opened bellies, cold fingers hooked in his sleeves, the weight of men who will never stand again.

But Zhao Feng grips a dead man’s wrist… and something slides into him.

A pulse of raw power. A whisper at the edge of his mind.

Strength +1.
Speed +1.
Body, mind, and—impossibly—lifespan: +1.

From fallen elites, the gains surge. From enemies he kills with his own hands, the invisible harvest doubles. Every corpse he touches leaves a trace behind, and Zhao Feng collects them all: muscle layered on muscle, reflexes honed like drawn steel, years of life quietly piling up beneath the notice of generals and princes.

While the First Emperor reforges the map in blood and fire, Zhao Feng picks through the aftermath, growing harder, faster, and older in a way no one can see. A scavenger among empires, he walks the thin line between cowardice and survival, between letting others die for him and stepping into the slaughter to claim his own future.

On battlefields where men vanish like smoke, he builds a different kind of immortality—one corpse at a time.