You Told Me to Be a Tyrant, So Why Are the People Begging in Blood for You to Ascend the Throne?

After transmigrating to the final years of the Da Qian dynasty, Cao Ze discovers he has only three days left to live.

Want to survive? He has to commit the most heinous acts and earn the hatred of everyone in the land!

Looking at his family, buffeted by the storm, and the disaster victims starving before him, Cao Ze's wicked side takes over:

“Porridge for disaster victims won't help them outcompete the thugs unless you mix in sand! Add as much as you can!”

“Cousin-in-law is so beautiful. How can I let her end up on the streets? Men, drag her back to the manor!”

“That land has excellent feng shui. Drive out every wealthy household there. I want it!”

Cao Ze thought his name would go down in infamy, but...

The disaster victims wept with gratitude: “Lord Cao is the only one who gives us sand porridge. He's a living bodhisattva!”

“Ding! Host maliciously saves lives. Lifespan -1 day, merit +10,000!”

His sister-in-law gazed at him affectionately: “If you hadn't abducted me, I would have been dishonored. Uncle, you are a truly good man!”

“Ding! Earned the trust of a peerlessly beautiful sister-in-law. Talent awarded: Bountiful Harvest!”

Years later, looking at the million-strong army behind him and the beauties of his harem, Cao Ze cried out in despair:

“Please, stop praising me! I'm really a tyrant!”

The people replied: “Your Majesty is too modest. You are an emperor for the ages!”