Great Ming: I'm the Crown Prince of the Tianqi Era, and I Become the Protector of the Nation

This is one ridiculous transmigration.

This is one unreliable System.

I transmigrated into a "golden coffin," got struck by lightning until I turned into a beam of light for mouthing off, and accidentally won a rundown thatched hut, grandly named White Cloud Temple.

The temple's Heavenly Worthy of the Daoist Virtue** turned me into a debtor with negative Virtue Points, the kind of debtor you see once in ten thousand years.

To stay alive and avoid getting struck by lightning, I was forced to wear a green headband made from a foot-washing cloth.

The scripture on the cover of my cultivation manual featured a tortoise. When I went down the mountain, even the little goldfish that was my only reward looked down on me and left.

I, the Crown Prince of the Apocalypse, am actually in such a sorry state.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.