In a Chaotic Age: From the Start, I Stockpile 100 Million Tons of Grain

This is a blood-soaked age when human lives are worth less than grass, and a desperate era where progress has been stifled. My name is Li Cunyi, and I’m a poor bastard who starved to death. But when I open my eyes again, the whole world will tremble before me. [Ding! Your “one tael of silver” has been credited. Confirm purchase: AK-47, including one standard load of ammunition.] From that moment on, history gets kicked straight into the ICU. When the iron cavalry of the grasslands charges into my steel-ball minefield; when my C4 demolition charges blast through supposedly impregnable city walls; when I shoot the so-called commander of a million troops in the head from three miles away... I, Li Cunyi, will use my endless supply of future weapons and ancient silver enough to rival a nation’s wealth to tell this age: I make the rules! The world belongs to me!