Born into the imperial palace, Lu Xiu spends his first decade and more doing just two things: sign-in and make friends.
On the day he ascends the throne, his sign-in progress bar fills with a roar: [Grandmaster, Max Level]!
The pinnacle of martial strength in the world, he can hold back ten thousand troops alone!
But the realm he inherits has been reduced to half its former size: the Northern Hu threaten the borders, noble clans share power, and the treasury holds no more than four hundred thousand.
Max level can't manage the grain and money, and invincibility can't cow the noble clans. Every task falls to the emperor himself.
At the grand court assembly, the decree to rule from behind the curtain is already drafted. The entire court is waiting to see the young emperor become a puppet.
Lu Xiu, still bleary-eyed with sleep, simply rises from the throne.
Boom!
His astral energy crashes down like a mountain, filling the golden hall. The Three Dukes and Nine Ministers all shrink beneath its force.
From then on, Great Chen has an emperor no one can “see through.”
The treasury is empty?
Lu Xiu: Audit the books. Start with the fattest purse and confiscate everything.
Great generals are hard to find?
Lu Xiu: No rush. The likes of Xie Anshi and Liu Deguang haven't made their names yet. I'll just bring them in early.
The Northern Hu invade from the south?
Lu Xiu closes the account book. “I'll lead the expedition myself.”
The ministers weep with gratitude: “Your Majesty has hidden your brilliance for more than a decade. Truly, you are an emperor for the ages!”
Lu Xiu: Stop imagining things. I just want to finish the fighting sooner so I can go back to lying down...
I can't understand anything.
Breaking the update for no reason
The author lives!