He traveled through time and became a low-level quartermaster of the navy branch. He had no system, no fruits, and only a vague memory of the plot. In this world where the weak and the strong prey on each other, Lin Mo chose the most dangerous path: to survive between justice and evil.
He made false accounts, resold arms, made deals with pirates, and used intelligence and strategy to tip the fragile balance of the East China Sea. The navy saw him as a useful pawn, the pirates as a cunning middleman. He, on the other hand, watched with cold eyes, weaving his own gray rules behind each line of numbers in the account book.
Before the smoke of war broke out overhead, he had already built a dark tower that no one knew about in the shadow of Rogge Town. Who says justice must be pure? His justice begins with the first Bailey stained with filth.
