Shen Qingshan knew all too well the horrors of the yamen prison and resolutely refused to let Han Sheng take you away.

As the two sides were about to come to blows, a stern voice rang out.

"Banner Officer Shen, what are you doing?"

The newcomer was the Chief Commissioner of Baiyun County's Demon Slaying Division, Feng Yucheng, Shen Qingshan's direct superior.

His martial arts realm was second to none in Baiyun County, having already reached the Soul Tempering realm!

Once Feng Yucheng appeared, Shen Qingshan knew he couldn't keep you there today.

Helpless, he could only watch as you were taken away.

"Fourth Brother, don't worry, your brother-in-law won't abandon you. I will definitely appeal to the County Magistrate for justice and uphold fairness for you!"

By now, you had realized this was a trap. To prevent Third Sister's family from being implicated, you repeatedly said.

"Brother-in-law, don't worry about me! Protect Third Sister and my niece!"

This was just a simulation. You weren't afraid of death at all; at most, you'd just draw a few fewer traits.

Inside the county yamen prison, you were tied to a torture rack.

Before you was a dense array of torture instruments: branding irons, leather whips, nose-cutting knives, foot-chopping axes, nail chairs, wooden donkeys...

"Chen Yi, I advise you to confess honestly and plead guilty obediently, otherwise..."

"I plead guilty."

"Huh?"

"That's right, I killed those people. I did it all, damn it. The confession statement, it's already written up, right? Bring it here, I'll press my fingerprint. We're all busy people."

"..."

Han Sheng was dumbfounded.

He had prepared a whole set of practiced rhetoric, valuable experience honed from his past interrogations and forced confessions, terrifying enough to scare even ghosts.

He had also prepared a full set of 'major memory restoration techniques' and a complete professional toolkit that no one, no matter how strong their willpower, could withstand.

How come not a single one was needed?

He hadn't even started asking questions, and you confessed?

"Truly me, the master of avoiding suffering..."

"Whoa—"

Chen Yi's mouth instantly formed an "O."

The purple-tier historical trait with a 1% probability, just drawn like that, fresh and tender?

"Am I that lucky?"

Thinking about it carefully, it made sense.

If a 0.001% probability mythical-tier trait could be drawn, wasn't 1% just a drop in the bucket?

The Photographic Memory trait must be equipped.

Trying to achieve merit on the battlefield through martial force means competing in martial prowess.

Chen Yi's current level is clearly not up to par.

But if he had memory abilities far beyond ordinary people, he might be valued.

"Damn County Magistrate, just wait until I achieve merit and become a general. I'll come back and chop your head off!"

You replaced 「Dragon Plays with Phoenix」 with 「Photographic Memory」.

Looking at 「Dragon Plays with Phoenix」 in your trait library, you felt deeply regretful. You hadn't even had a chance to experience this trait's effects this round.

Baiyun County is located in Baling Prefecture, Qingzhou, of the Great Qian Imperial Dynasty.

Great Qian unified the entire Central Plains, with two capitals and eighteen provinces.

South of Qingzhou is Suzhou.

The Zhennan Border Army, located at the southernmost tip of Suzhou, is your destination.

This world is vast. The distance spanning two provinces took you over a year to traverse.

South of the Central Plains lies the Southern Borderlands, an area not much smaller than the Central Plains.

The Southern Borderlands contain over a hundred small kingdoms. They constantly war amongst themselves and frequently harass the Central Plains.

The Zhennan Border Army exists to deter and resist these border troubles in the south.

As a military exile convict, after entering the military camp, you were assigned to the unarmored, weaponless labor battalion, responsible for dirty, tiring work like whittling wooden stakes, setting up tents, and handling camp sanitation.

The dozen or so soldiers sharing your tent were also convicts exiled to the army. They were all military scoundrels. As long as no one was watching, they were a disorganized, undisciplined bunch.

One of them, an old soldier named Old Liu, was the boss of this tent's soldiers. Seeing you, a newcomer, he prepared to give you a hard time.

"New guy, what did you do to get in here?"

"Murder."

"How many did you kill?"

"A hundred or so."