I Was Crowned Emperor, and My Enemies Are So Scared They Crawl Under the Bed

I'm an unlucky transmigrator.

Just how unlucky?

There are a hundred thousand barbarians outside the city, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Inside the city, the population is less than ten thousand.

The defenders are a makeshift force of farmers and veteran soldiers.

Luckily, I awaken a System at the critical moment.

A hundred thousand barbarians are slaughtered.

A million barbarians are slaughtered.

I am forced to wear the yellow robe.

Everyone kneels and begs me to ascend the throne as king.

On the day of my coronation,

ten million enemies are heading our way?

Fear not.

My trapping vines have grown into a giant net... One sweep catches a whole bunch.

My bloodsucking vines have sprouted vampire heads... They suck blood at incredible speed.

My man-eating willows have turned into gluttonous demons... They crunch through gray-armored weapons.

My corpse flowers have sprouted little pink fairies... Their pollen makes enemies hallucinate and kill one another.

My people-trapping trees have grown giant hands... One slap takes down a whole group.

My snake trees have sprouted nine giant serpent heads... Each one swallows ten barbarians whole.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.