[Historical power struggles + invincible comeback + childhood friends + poetry and business]
Who else can relate?
He was the king of mercenaries, and he transmigrated!
The moment he arrives, his family is stripped of everything and exiled...
No matter. With a pocket dimension at my side, the world is mine!
They say bandits run rampant in the frontier, and vicious gangs rule the northwestern desert?
No matter.
I whip out a Gatling gun and mow them down. Who dares complain?
