Investiture of the Gods: I Just Became a Sage Emperor, and Now You Want Me to Be a Tyrant?

Born into the Investiture of the Gods world as King Zhou, Di Xin, he did everything in his power to build up the Shang Dynasty from the day he was born, hoping to survive the great calamity, win the Investiture of the Gods war, and avoid being granted the ridiculous title of Heavenly Joy Star... He could speak at one, had mastered the classics of the human race by three, invented cement at four, and developed paper, ink, brushes, and inkstones at five... Later, he improved steelmaking, recruited the Seven Monsters of Mount Mei to raise livestock, and even joined forces with immortals from the Jie Sect to develop a powerful weapon like hybrid rice! At last, before turning eighteen, he forged a body of merit and was personally named the Fourth Emperor of the Human Race by the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, with the title of Sage Emperor! Just as he was about to usher in a Sage Emperor era of his own, the transmigration bonus, a golden finger System, awakened? And it was a Tyrant System? If you want me to be a tyrant, then what was the point of all my efforts for the past eighteen years? Why did I forge this body of merit? I am the Sage Emperor! What? If I destroy the Shang Dynasty and burn myself to death at the Star-Picking Tower, I can become a Great Dao Sage on par with Pangu? All right, System, you win. I won't be the Sage Emperor anymore. I'll be a tyrant! But those eighteen years of hard work, the title of Sage Emperor, and the body of merit made his path to tyranny... exceptionally difficult! People read too much into things, twist his words, distort the truth, and surrender... A hundred years later, Di Xin sat upon the throne in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, gazing down at the myriad races of the Primordial World bowing before him and the entire court full of treacherous sycophants (loyal officials). He looked utterly dejected... “I really am not some Sage Emperor or Heavenly Emperor... I really am just a tyrant!”