I’ll Die If I Don’t Seize Power

“Why?”

“Why do other people get surrounded by beautiful women when they transmigrate?”

“Why do other people get a whole bunch of good brothers when they transmigrate?”

“Why are everyone else’s transmigration Systems automatic?”

Zijiang, who had been born only recently, lay in his little bed, staring blankly at the ornate canopy overhead. He looked at the rudimentary game prompt board before him and felt deeply indignant.

“Why did I have to transmigrate here?”

“Fine, I transmigrated here, but why is the old man already eighty?”

“Fine, the old man is about to die, but why is there such a rotten rule that all the princes must die when a new king takes the throne?”

“I can put up with that rule, but!!! Why are there ninety-nine imperial brothers ahead of me?”

“Does that mean I have to die as soon as I’m born?” he silently demanded.

“No!”

“I have to do something...”

He clenched his tiny fist, waved his little hand around, and tapped the [Start] button in front of him...