America: The Night I Died, I Returned to 1995

Among the ruins of the old order, he was nothing more than a small-time dealer in secondhand goods.

Then one night, the city began to clear out. The streets fell silent, and everyone realized Brooklyn had changed.

There were no media reports or official announcements. The forces that once ruled the night had simply vanished from the city.

All order began to reshape itself around one man: Fan Guitu.

But what truly terrified people was not where he had risen to, but who he had seen.

Eyes from old families, old empires, and old systems were closing in on him from the depths of the world.

And he said only one thing:

“I’m not taking over the old world. I’m getting ready to smash straight through it.”