In his previous life, he was a border patrol officer who died taking drug traffickers down with him.
In this life, he was a woodcutter who had spent three years driven mad in the chaos of the Warring States era.
When he wrested control of his body back from the chaos of four souls struggling within him, a mysterious space containing car wreckage, guns, ammunition, and modern crops became his only support.
In a world where human lives were worth no more than weeds, he set aside the justice of his former life and used the most shameless means to make the harshest examples of his enemies. Even a beautiful, soft-spoken young widow became his “private property” under his protection.
He had only wanted to shut himself away and use the corn, potatoes, and steel from his space to build a secluded paradise of his own.
Then, on a rainy night, a breathtaking young woman of noble birth, poisoned and gravely ill, collapsed outside his door, with ruthless soldiers on her heels.
In an age when all order had collapsed, should he go on hoarding food like a rat to save his own skin, or... use the gun in his hands to lay down new rules for the realm?
