When you transmigrate to another world and become emperor, what would you do? Wield power over all beneath heaven while sober, and lie with beautiful women when drunk. Unfortunately, it is all just a trap. In a world filled with powerful beings, how could an emperor ever be free?
The male and female leads are extremely unlikable. This story goes against the usual tropes, so read with caution.
The more I write, the less this story fits its title. I’ve decided to change the name, but I can’t think of a new one. The title is already locked in by the contract, so I can’t change it. It’s a little frustrating.
