Pledging Loyalty to the Pig-Headed Emperor

"Everyone, listen up! The guy on the throne is a pig! He's a pig!" - by: A certain criminal guilty of lèse-majesté (now loyal)

Zhu Jun transmigrated to a magical world where firearms had only just begun to emerge, and now he spends all day stuck on the enormous throne in his castle, unable to get his butt off it.

His underlings say he glows;

He has a bunch of huge guys who are very good at chopping people up and follow his orders;

Outside are nothing but decaying nobles who can't understand plain speech, and he'll have to launch a great crusade to civilize them all.

A bunch of undead keep causing trouble, and there's a place that might be called a demi-plane or a subspace, full of demons that need purging.

"Undead? Nothing to worry about. Let the music play, and keep dancing."

"What? Demons? Then I guess I'd better get up and fight."

"666, and there are Necrons too? Where the heck have I ended up? Is this even another world?"

Leading his four pig-headed units, each with its own unique abilities, Zhu Jun believes they can bring endless joy to this other world.