My Imperial Advisor is ChatGPT

Chapter 131 Original Worldline Side Story 2: When the First Emperor Encounters the "Keyboard of

Inside the presidential suite of a high-end e-sports hotel in Xianyang (modern Xi'an).

This place was originally prepared for young people who pursue the ultimate gaming experience, but now it has welcomed a guest with such a powerful aura that the air seems to freeze.

Ying Zheng sat in a genuine leather gaming chair, leaning slightly forward, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, fixed intently on the top-of-the-line computer screen in front of him, boasting dazzling RGB lighting effects. If one ignored his elaborate black silk Qin-style robe, the scene resembled a gaming addict spending an all-night gaming session.

"Little G," Ying Zheng pointed to the cartoonish figure on the screen holding bamboo slips, with a deep expression and a slightly overweight build, "Is this me?"

"Yes, Brother Zheng. This is Qin Shi Huang from Civilization VI." Little G's voice echoed in his mind, tinged with a hint of guilt as he explained, "The artist is a foreigner, so he might have referenced some... uh, artistic interpretations. That slightly rounded belly is called a sign of prosperity, representing the strength of the Qin Dynasty and its good food."

Ying Zheng snorted coldly and reached out to touch his still firm abdominal muscles, which he had developed over many years of horseback riding and archery training.

"That's a misconception. Back then, I reviewed memorials until late at night every day and also toured the six kingdoms. How could I have had the time to gain this much weight? However..."

His gaze shifted downwards, landing on the skill bar at the bottom of the screen—[Build the Great Wall] and [Forced Labor].

"This is quite interesting." Ying Zheng gripped the mouse. Although his movements were still a bit clumsy, he still maintained his commanding presence. "Come, teach me how to play. I want to show these barbarians what the real Qin cavalry is all about."

With Little G's patient guidance (mainly explaining what "turn-based," "tech tree," and "great man points" are), Ying Zheng quickly got the hang of it. After all, as a true emperor, coordinating the overall situation and allocating resources is his instinct.

"Build! Build me a wonder!" Ying Zheng roared at the screen while frantically clicking the mouse. "The Terracotta Army is a must! It's my pride! And the Great Pyramid, take it from me! What? Egypt is still building it? Send cavalry to seize their workers! That's called talent acquisition! And that Hanging Gardens of Babylon—I remember the Babylonian king built one; I'll build one too, planted full of leeks, so the people have vegetables to eat!"

Half an hour later, Ying Zheng was completely immersed in the game. His skills became more and more proficient, and he even learned to use the "SL technique" (save and load) to avoid the barbarian sneak attacks.

"Your Majesty," Little G couldn't help but remind you, "your livability rating is already red. If you don't build an entertainment center soon, the people of Xianyang will revolt."

"Rebellion?" Ying Zheng frowned, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. "Who dares to rebel? I just built them a hanging garden and implemented an irrigation system, doubling wheat yields. What more could they possibly want?"

[Because you've been at war constantly, war-weariness is running high. And... just now, in order to seize a wonder, you exchanged all the city's food for hammers (production points), so everyone's starving. Also, you demolished the theater square to build barracks, resulting in low culture levels and a feeling of spiritual emptiness among the people.]

Ying Zheng paused for a moment, looking at the red exclamation mark on the screen that lit up due to hunger and boredom, and the rebel icon that appeared above the city.

"Absurd!" Ying Zheng slammed his fist on the table, making the keyboard bounce. "When I built the Great Wall, it was hard work, but I paid the people there! I even gave them clothes! How come the commoners in this game are harder to deal with than the remnants of the six kingdoms? And their cultural value is so low? I standardized weights and measures and unified the written language, isn't that culture? Does watching plays every day count as culture?"

To solve the problems of "habitability" and "war weariness", Ying Zheng, under the guidance of Xiao G, opened a website called "NGA Elite Player Forum" and prepared to post a request for help.

He painstakingly typed a line of text on the keyboard with a single finger, each word spoken with great seriousness:

**Title: [Help Needed] I'm a newbie playing as Qin Shi Huang. I've built five wonders, why are the people still rebelling? How do I suppress them? I need help urgently.**

After posting the message, Ying Zheng picked up his iced cola and took a sip, confidently awaiting the admiration and answers from future generations. In his view, as the "First Emperor of All Time," these descendants should feel honored to be personally involved in a game about themselves.

However, three minutes later, the reply caused his blood pressure to spike.

**1st Floor [Keyboard Warrior 007]:** Is the original poster a primary school student? Qin Shi Huang was a tyrant to begin with; if you're going to play him, be prepared for a rebellion. Play Gandhi instead, and he'll bring peace to the world with nuclear weapons.

The post was highlighted and pinned by the administrator, with the title changed to: **"A possible Qin Shi Huang himself has descended upon NGA, teaching you how to properly understand the Qin Empire"**. Some people even started leaving comments wishing, "May Qin Shi Huang bless me so I don't fail my final exams!"

Looking at the screen full of "worship the big boss" and "long live Qin Shi Huang", Ying Zheng felt a sense of boredom.

"This is boring." Ying Zheng closed the webpage. "These youngsters are terrible at verbal sparring. Back in the day, when I debated with the Confucian scholars in court, that was truly spectacular. Li Si could out-argue ten of them. They can't even touch Li Si's heel."

He returned to the game and looked at the newly built "Great Pyramid." Even though it was just a game, the magnificent structure still gave him a sense of satisfaction.

"Little G".

【exist. 】

"That wonder in the game still needs fixing," Ying Zheng said, pointing to the unfinished Great Library on the screen. "Even though it's fake, I find it pleasing to the eye. When I get back, could I actually go to Egypt and bring back that pointed stone house? Or... bring back all the books from the Library of Alexandria?"

"Brother Zheng... that's too heavy, we can't move it. Besides, it's an antique, it'll be damaged if we bring it back. As for the book, our Great Qin has printing technology now, we can just print it back."

"Can't move it?" Ying Zheng laughed, a sly glint in his eyes. "Then let the Gongshu family build a huge crane. Or... just build a branch there, fly the Qin flag, and it'll be mine, won't it? I'm not only going to move the pyramids, I'm going to build a beacon tower on top of them, let's see who dares to say I'm wasting production capacity."

He picked up a half-finished bottle of "Bingfeng" soda from the table and drank it all in one gulp.

"This water is good. It's a bit like the old Liaoyuan wine, but it's too fizzy; it makes you burp if you drink too much. But the glass bottle is really well made; it's so clear."

Ying Zheng burped and looked out the window at the sky, which was already turning white.

"It's dawn. Time to go see my Terracotta Army."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the bustling city of Xi'an.

"I heard you later generations dug them up? And you're charging admission?" Ying Zheng straightened his clothes, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes. "I'd like to see who dares to charge me admission. If they do, I'll have the Terracotta Warriors go and have a chat with them tonight."

"Brother Zheng, that's a museum. They charge admission to protect the artifacts. Besides... you don't have an ID card, so you'll probably have to buy a scalped ticket."

"A yellow ox?" Ying Zheng was taken aback. "What ox? Why is it yellow? Could it be a spirit ox that has come to life?"

"...Never mind, you'll find out when the time comes. Let's go, I'll take you to meet your old subordinates."

Ying Zheng waved his sleeve and pushed open the door to go out.

"Let's go! I want to see if my old brothers are still as powerful as they were back then, after two thousand years!"