Even back in Korea, I had never been blessed with good superiors.

There was Assistant Manager Lee, the incompetent senior assigned to train me; Manager Park, the idea thief; and Director Choi, the lingering ghost who haunted every company dinner.

They had unquestionably been the worst superiors I had ever met.

Yet compared to the superior I came to serve after being transmigrated into a novel, they had almost seemed endearing.

Friedrich von Reinhardt—the bastard who had once been my Emperor.

‘Do you think I cannot bring you down merely because you are the Emperor?’

If someone like you was unfit to be the Protagonist of this world, then I would replace the Protagonist.