I didn't die after jumping off the building, and I woke up in a pile of corpses in a famine-stricken village in troubled times.
The villagers were so hungry that they gnawed the tree bark, but I stared at the white frost on the ground and exclaimed, "This is saltpeter!"
The moment I boiled snow-white refined salt using modern chemistry knowledge, the whole village knelt down and called me a god.
When the powerful men came to grab the salt, I took out the black powder I accidentally prepared.
Looking at the enemy coach who was blown away, I smiled: The peak of troubled times? This is just the beginning.
