Reborn as Cao Cao

A modern mind wakes in the body of Cao Cao, with the warlord's enemies, appetites, and unfinished map already waiting. The joke is immediate. Everyone in the camp thinks they know this man, and none of them know who is actually looking out through his eyes. History offers a script. He is not sure he wants to read it to the end. / If he plays the tyrant they expect, the age will close around him. If he refuses, the people who trusted the real Cao Cao may draw steel before he finishes explaining. The next council will not pause for an identity crisis.