My Useless System Forces Me to Become the Emperor of the Apocalypse

I was an old man who had lived a peaceful life and died of old age. The moment I closed my eyes, a shameless System abducted me and forced me to work.

Among all my transmigrated colleagues, everyone landed in prosperous eras like Zhenguan, Kaiyuan, or Wenjing. Their golden fingers were absurdly reliable, letting them lounge around as emperors and enjoy every luxury.

I was the unluckiest of them all, bound to a random, troublemaking System that sent me exclusively to doomed-dynasty scenarios: Hu Hai, the Second Emperor of Qin; Emperor Xian of Han; Chongzhen; and Xianfeng. Either the empire was on the verge of collapse, or I had no real power at all.

The System's rules were nonnegotiable: if I couldn't turn things around and revive the dynasty, it would send me back to my original body, which was on the brink of death, and let me die for good.

My powerful will to survive forced me to grit my teeth and get to work, embarking on a kingly struggle for survival that was painful yet exhilarating. Every day I stayed alive was another day gained.

The golden finger the System gave me was pure mystery box. With good luck, it came to my rescue at just the right moment. With bad luck, it only made things worse.

Corrupt officials ran rampant at court, wars raged in every direction, and foreign enemies and refugees pressed in from all sides. The treasury was empty, the people's hearts were scattered, and the whole situation was a complete mess.

With nowhere left to turn, I could only cling to this System that kept screwing me over, survive in the cracks of a ravaged realm, defy fate and turn things around, and forcefully overturn the destiny of a fallen dynasty, reshaping a crumbling empire into an age of eternal prosperity. [Quick Transmigration]