Surviving the Tyrant with My Dog Blood Stories

My father sent me to the Tyrant as a gift.

Rumor had it that none of the women in his harem ever survived more than three months.

Trembling with fear, I prepared my burial clothes and a mountain of paper money in advance.

Once I died, I was absolutely going to enjoy the finest offerings the underworld had to offer!

One month later, I wasn’t dead.

Three months later, I still wasn’t dead.

Half a year later, I broke the record for the longest survival in the harem.