Stockpiling Weapons Three Days Before Transmigration: I Fight My Way Through the Ancient World

When other people transmigrate, their System gives them a hundred million in funds, unlimited storage space, and mountains of rice, flour, cooking oil, and other supplies. When Chu Haotian transmigrates, all he gets is three days’ warning, a hundred cubic meters of storage space, and the 23,000 yuan left in his bank account. Amid the chaos of Southeast Asia at night, he sells everything he owns and scrambles to raise money, then makes a decision: he’ll take only what can kill and what can save his life. Pistols, submachine guns, sniper rifles, five of each, and a small number of high-explosive grenades. Space is limited and bullets are expensive, so he never wastes a shot. Against bandits, one shot to the head. Against armies, he teaches a thousand men what it means to be outclassed by an entire dimension. One grenade blows apart a thousand-man encirclement. One shot of a wonder drug wins him an unparalleled warrior. One shot pierces the clouds and takes the enemy general’s head. He has no System and no overflowing compassion. With limited supplies, he wages limitless slaughter. He may not have enough ammunition to sweep away a thousand troops, but he has a cool, shrewd mind. From a lowly frontier soldier, he rises to hold power over all under heaven. Chu Haotian fights his way through ancient times, until at last he conquers the imperial capital and takes command of the realm.