My Mission is to Ruin the Empire, But I Keep Accidentally Making it Prosper

After I woke up as an emperor, a system gave me one single objective: destroy the kingdom.

So, naturally, I started phoning it in.

I spent my days and nights in a haze of music and wine, living a life of pure, shameless decadence. I was determined to embody the image of a "Bad King" down to the very last detail.

But then my ministers started hailing me, their voices ringing with adoration: "Your Majesty's wisdom is divine!"

That's when I realized something was going terribly wrong.

Wait a second... how did we end up with the whole world bowing at our feet?