The System Made Me a Tyrant After I Transmigrated to the Three Kingdoms

Office drone Chen Mo dies suddenly on his morning commute and opens his eyes as Liu Xie, the puppet emperor at the end of the Eastern Han dynasty.

In the court, Dong Zhuo is forcing him to affix the imperial seal. Suddenly, a System notification rings in his mind.

“Imperial Self-Rescue System activated. Newbie mission: execute Dong Zhuo within ten minutes.”

Looking at the 300-kilogram powerbroker and the armored soldiers filling the hall, he reaches toward a hidden compartment in the throne.

“Bring me the sword, ”

That night, the System speaks again: “Energy depleted. Li Jue and Guo Si’s rebel army has breached Chang’an.”

Wiping blood from the sword, he sneers, “No matter. Let them see what it means to rebuild the Han three times.”