The Nine Vile Consorts Ask Daily: Is His Majesty Dead Yet?

Transmigrating into your own novel sounds like a dream—until you realize you're the pathetic emperor destined to die in chapter 50. Nine breathtaking consorts have seized my throne, and each day they devise new torments: curses, poison, even refining me into a spiritual cauldron. But when the "Harem Survival Challenge" activates, offering rewards for every night I endure, I can't help but laugh. These schemes? I wrote every word. Their weaknesses? Crafted with meticulous care. The real question isn't whether I'll survive—it's how long before my consorts realize their author is pulling all the…