Great Ming: I Quit Being a Pack Mule and Entered the Palace

After transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty, he had hoped to avoid the rat race he remembered from his own time, but unexpectedly discovered that the career ceiling in this dynasty was none other than the legendary eunuch.

Here, they did not practice the whole castration business. Instead, the position attracted the empire's finest with its immense power and generous compensation.

Scholars from prestigious academies, martial arts prodigies, even scions of influential families, fought tooth and nail for a single place in the palace.

Watching the crowds go mad with competition, he smiled.

A modern elite who had been a corporate drone, understood management, knew how to sell a vision, and was skilled at handling relationships with superiors and subordinates could crush a bunch of ancients who knew nothing but infighting.

"Father, stop studying so hard. Your son is going to become a eunuch."

This time, he was not going to be a pack mule. He was going to be the one who made the rules.

From the day he entered the palace to take up his post, he finally understood what true "career planning" meant.