I Can’t Even Afford Food, and You Want Me to Be Emperor?

My new novel, Becoming a God by Going with the Flow and Avoiding Misfortune, is out now. Please support it. He transmigrates as a prince and is about to ascend the throne. But before Yang Yi can even celebrate, he discovers that this dynasty is a complete sham. The realm consists of a single mountain, its army numbers a few dozen, it has virtually no subjects, and its money and grain are almost gone. Soon, they won’t even have enough to eat. So how is he supposed to be an emperor? Just as Yang Yi is about to refuse, his golden finger, the Imperial Seal, suddenly appears. It can be awakened only if he ascends the throne. But looking at the Imperial Seal before him, shrouded in black mist and radiating an ominous aura, Yang Yi can only ask: “Is this even a proper emperor’s throne?” The proper synopsis: In the twenty-fourth year of Tai’an, the realm falls into chaos and warlords rise up everywhere. The twelve provinces of the Central Plains are in turmoil. Powerful local clans rise up one after another, hoping to vie for dominion over the realm and claim the imperial throne. In these chaotic times, only one declaration can rouse the people: “Are emperors and ministers born to their stations?” If aristocratic clans and the nobility can claim the emperor’s throne, then why can’t an ordinary commoner like me?