I Transmigrated as Cannon Fodder, but Won Over the Eunuch Lord by Going Crazy

Other people rely on acting skills to survive palace intrigue. I rely on unhinged rants.

The System tells me to win over the eunuch chief, so I hit him with a whole routine of “Back! Back! Back!”

The whole palace says I’m asking for death, until that brooding, ruthless chief pins me against the palace wall.

“Go on, get crazier,” he says, his breath hot. “I like listening.”

Later

I go on a rampage to put the harem in order, while he slips me a knife from behind the scenes.

I curse the tyrant for his tyranny, and he takes me with him that very night to seize the throne.