The cold marble floor reeked of decay and mildew.
Hamlet opened his eyes suddenly, his head throbbing with intense pain.
A strange dome, Gothic pillars, and the rough medieval clothes on his body... A flood of memories that didn't belong to him surged into his mind frantically.
Kingdom of Denmark.
Old King Hamlet died suddenly.
His younger brother Claudius ascended the throne and married Queen Gertrude.
And he was the prince regarded by everyone as a madman, crushed by the pain of losing his father—Hamlet.
"I transmigrated into Hamlet?" The young man's pupils contracted sharply.
He remembered this tragic story. Uncle murdered the king, mother committed incest, lover died tragically, and finally everyone perished in a mutual destruction.
Just then, a cold mechanical voice exploded in his mind:
[Ding! The Strongest Emperor System has been activated!]
[Host: Hamlet.]
[Current Identity: Prince of Denmark, deposed heir apparent.]
[Current Situation: Extremely dangerous!]
[New Task: Feign madness to protect yourself when Claudius tests you, and get the first system reward!]
A cold arc curled up at the corner of Hamlet's mouth, completely different from the original owner.
Tragedy?
That was the old Hamlet.
Now he came from the modern world. He understood tactics, human nature, history, and even had the system to rely on.
The uncle who murdered the king and seized the throne?
The fickle mother?
The ministers eyeing him covetously?
Perfect.
The Danish throne, the European continent...
From today on, it was time for someone else to sit on it.
Footsteps approached from far away. Claudius, with his confidants, was coming to test this "mad prince."
Hamlet instantly restrained all his sharpness, his eyes scattered, and a foolish smile appeared on his lips. He suddenly got up from the ground, pointed at the air, and laughed loudly:
"Listen! The ghost is singing!
My father's soul is telling me who the murderer is!"
Claudius outside the door paused, a look of contempt and relief on his face.
Still a madman after all.
Not a threat.
No one saw that in the depths of Hamlet's eyes, which were laughing wildly, there was already a cold imperial light like ice.
[Ding! The host perfectly pretended to be insane and deceived Claudius!]
[Reward: Basic physical fitness enhancement! Basic mastery of tactics!]
Hamlet sneered in his heart.
Uncle, do you think I'm a lamb to be slaughtered?
You're wrong.
From today on, the game of the Danish court
will be re-ruled by me, Hamlet!