I Haven't Even Made a Move, Yet Dong Zhuo Has Become a Loyal Minister?

My name is Liu Xian, and I transmigrated into the puppet emperor of the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

The good news is that I awakened an exponential power-up System, which makes me 0.1% stronger every day than I was the day before.

The bad news is that my starting power is only 1. In this high-martial Three Kingdoms world, where generals can shatter stone tablets with their bare hands, I decide to hide deep in the palace and never lift a finger.

Nine years pass in the blink of an eye. At last, my power breaks through the limits of mortals, making me the only true god alive.

Just as I wonder how to deal with the demon king Dong Zhuo, who is marching his army into the capital, everything suddenly takes a strange turn.

Dong Zhuo, commanding the elite cavalry of Xiliang, has barely entered court when he drops to his knees before me with a thud.

Not only does he turn around and execute the treacherous ministers plotting against me, he also shouts every day that he’ll shed his last drop of blood for the Han Dynasty.

The eighteen warlords of Guandong rebel under the pretext of purging the emperor’s court.

With tears in his eyes and a blade in hand, Dong Zhuo crushes the allied warlords into the dirt. “Anyone who dares disturb His Majesty’s cultivation will have their entire clan slaughtered!”

The entire court is dumbfounded. Cao Cao flees Luoyang in the middle of the night, declaring that a great terror lurks inside the imperial palace.

Watching Lü Bu compete to sweep the ground outside my hall every day, while Chancellor Dong takes on every dirty and exhausting chore,

I can only sigh helplessly. “I haven’t even made a move yet. How did you all become loyal ministers for the ages?”