In his previous life, he was a border policeman who died together with drug traffickers.
In this life, he is a woodcutter who went crazy for three years in the troubled times of the Warring States Period.
When he regained his body from the chaos of the four-soul struggle, a mysterious space hiding car wrecks, guns, ammunition and modern crops became his only reliance.
Faced with a world in which human lives are insignificant, he restrained himself from the justice of his previous life and used the most rogue means to establish his authority in the most ruthless way. A sweet and pretty widow has become his "private property" under his protection.
He originally wanted to close the door and use the corn, potatoes and steel of space to build his own paradise.
Until that rainy night, a stunningly beautiful girl with high status and poisonous body fell in front of his door, and behind her were officers and soldiers like wolves and tigers.
In this era of broken etiquette and joy, should you continue to be a big rat hoarding food to protect yourself, or... Use the gun in your hand to re-establish rules for the world?
