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After working himself to death in a 996 job, I transmigrated as the least favored prince. I thought I could lie flat and enjoy life!
Who knew the [Emperor of the Ages Rat Race System] would activate on the spot? Fail to complete a task, and I’d be struck by lightning and cremated!
I had no choice but to give up and muddle through, but the ministers all thought I was a once-in-a-century genius and forced me onto the throne!
Me: “This cement formula came to me in a dream from an immortal. (I made it up.)”
The ministers, tears in their eyes: “Your Highness is indifferent to fame and fortune, and has given the people a divine treasure!”
Me: “These potatoes yield a thousand jin per mu. (The System gave me the seeds.) Grow them yourselves and leave me alone.”
The chancellor prostrated himself: “Your Highness cares for all under heaven. This one crop can secure the realm!”
Me: “Father, I really can’t be crown prince. I just want to sleep!”
The emperor, weeping: “My son remains unshaken by honor or disgrace and has the bearing of a sage ruler. This realm can belong to no one but you!”
Watching the entire court kneel before me, I sat on the dragon throne and wanted to cry.
Enough! Stop making things up about me! I really just want to be useless!
I didn't see it being messed up at all.