Reborn in the Body of an Obsessive Prince, I Must Complete System Missions to Stay Alive

Nan Gong Jin transmigrated. The good news was that he had finally escaped the apocalypse alive. The bad news was that he’d become a bona fide man.

Worse, he was a lovesick man on the verge of losing the person he loved, drowning his sorrows in drink: Nan Gong Jin.

Nan Gong Jin, who had come from the apocalypse, narrowed his eyes. He was a prince of an empire, for heaven’s sake. There were so many things he could do, so why act like a pathetic simp? This awful persona had to go.

The first step to changing it: send the green tea girl to a nunnery for reform.

But by a twist of fate, he unexpectedly completed a test and gained a System. Only then did he learn why he’d transmigrated. Now he had to complete missions to stay alive?

That was doable. He was already here, after all. Might as well get on with it.

But as he carried out his missions, he not only wiped out the imperial relatives, purged corrupt officials, protected loyal subjects, put the court in order, defended his country’s name, and raised its standing, but also claimed the top spot on the richest and strongest lists, becoming a force that shook the martial world.

Nan Gong Jin: Honestly, I don’t covet power, fame, or wealth. I just want to stay alive.

Everyone else: We might have believed you if the martial world and the imperial court didn’t both take orders from you the moment you raised your arm.

Somehow, martial heroines, noblewomen, foreign princesses, and exotic priestesses all fell for him.

Nan Gong Jin: Don’t fall in love with me. I’m a firework you can never have.

The women who had fallen for him: “It’s fine if we can’t have a firework. We can still admire it.”

Meanwhile, the green tea girl, who had been steeping in the nunnery for ages, listened as the man who once treasured her, but whom she had treated like dirt, made a name for himself across the land. Every day, she regretted her choices so bitterly that she coughed up blood, adding a little more color to her misery.