Once I Became the Tyrant
Wu Jiu Dian
His iron cavalry swept up a storm, his ships wove a net. He dominated the four seas, he was the king of the world...Zhu Chi, unwilling to die, made a deal with the devil for a chance to survive in another world. A new body, young, vibrant, full of life. Finally free from the smell of hospital medicine, Zhu Chi smiled with joy. Soon, as he accepted his new identity, the smile faded from his face. He, clad in royal robes, crowned as emperor, ruled thirty-six states, the sole emperor of the western continent. He, tyrannical, waged wars at will, built carriages of gold, scorned divine authority and humiliated the church—a tyrant. The devil is indeed the devil, crafty, cunning, sinister. Now, restored to health, Zhu Chi must face those who bear him great hatred: the noble stripped of his title, the cardinal deliberately suppressed, the merchant leader whose wealth was seized, and... an assassination attempt in seven days. If nothing goes wrong, he will be exiled in four months, then hanged before the Mourn Tower. Zhu Chi: Excellent. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, smiling: So what if I'm a tyrant? If I want, even a tyrant can rule the land. [I want the Rose King's banner to fly across the continent, the eternal glory of the sun, the people to bow as the golden carriage passes. Because I—was born to be king.]