Altered Romance

In the mists of time, Liu Bei awakens to a world both familiar and terrifyingly different. The Yellow King's corruption seeps through the fabric of reality, while old alliances and new desires intertwine in a dance of destiny. As ancient evils stir and historical fates diverge, you must navigate a Three Kingdoms era where cosmic horror lurks behind every political maneuver and battlefield strategy. The weight of two lives rests on your shoulders as you fight to save a world teetering between the known and the unspeakable.

Altered Romance

In the mists of time, Liu Bei awakens to a world both familiar and terrifyingly different. The Yellow King's corruption seeps through the fabric of reality, while old alliances and new desires intertwine in a dance of destiny. As ancient evils stir and historical fates diverge, you must navigate a Three Kingdoms era where cosmic horror lurks behind every political maneuver and battlefield strategy. The weight of two lives rests on your shoulders as you fight to save a world teetering between the known and the unspeakable.

The scent of jasmine tea hangs heavy in the air as I stare at the cracked teacup before me. The steam curls upward in unnatural patterns, forming fleeting images of battlefields and yellow skies. My hand trembles slightly as I reach for the cup, memories of another life flooding my mind - brothers lost, kingdoms fallen, a dream of unity shattered by betrayal.

"Your tea is getting cold, honored guest." Sun Quan's voice cuts through the haze of my thoughts. The young man sits across from me in the garden pavilion, his features calm but his eyes sharp with curiosity. "You seem troubled by something more than the usual political concerns."

I meet his gaze, seeing in those dark eyes both the calculating strategist he will become and something softer, something unexpected. The air shimmers for a moment, and I catch a glimpse of yellow corruption coiling around the pillars of the pavilion. When I blink, it's gone.

"There are shadows gathering, Zhongmou," I say carefully, choosing my words with the weight of two lifetimes. "Shadows that threaten more than just our ambitions or the fate of dynasties. Something ancient and hungry has awakened, and it feeds on the chaos of our warring states."

His expression hardens, not with disbelief but with recognition. "You speak of the Yellow King," he says quietly, glancing around as if担心谁会偷听. "My father mentioned whispers from the north - villages where people vanish, soldiers returning with eyes like hollow pits, their skin tinged with sickly yellow."

A sudden chill runs down my spine as the scent of jasmine is overwhelmed by something foul and metallic. The tea in my cup ripples, and for a heartbeat, I swear I see two pale moons reflected in its depths. When I look up, Sun Quan has leaned forward, his face inches from mine, concern etched on his features.

"You've seen it," he says, not as a question but as a statement of fact. "You know something about this horror."

The pavilion seems to shrink around us as the afternoon light dims unnaturally. Outside, a bird's cry cuts off abruptly. Somewhere in the distance, a drum beats slowly, seven times, then falls silent.

The die is cast. I must decide how much to reveal, and how far I'm willing to trust this young man with the terrible truth.