You Sent Me to Reclaim the Borderlands, and I Cleared Out the Whole Forest Farm?

I returned to the great famine of 1965. Because I could eat ten jin of rice in one meal, the whole village called me a “starving ghost” and forcibly packed me off to the border’s Savage Mountain, nicknamed the “Palace of the King of Hell”!

Who could have guessed that this despised body was a [perfect gene bank], one in tens of millions? The price was a terrifying appetite, but the more I ate, the further I could push my strength beyond the limits of human potential!

When three adult leopards surrounded me for the kill, I didn’t feel a trace of fear. I tore apart the one-eyed leopard king with my bare hands and wolfed down ten jin of fresh meat, instantly awakening the divine strength of a tyrant!

This was an era of extreme scarcity, where a human life was worth less than a dog’s. While others survived by chewing tree bark, I plunged into the vast mountains and treated wild boar, roe deer, and black bears as my own all-you-can-eat buffet!

I pulled a 400-jin cast-iron water pump out of the ground with one hand, making everyone in the city-bound truck kneel and call me “Dad.” I split a 300-jin boar king in half with one stroke and ate three days’ worth of food for the whole family in one sitting, leaving the relatives who had once despised me grinning from ear to ear!

Armed smugglers thought they could hunt me? I turned around and took one swing, cutting off a man’s head. Then I claimed his German Mauser rifle, announcing the birth of a new king of the jungle with his blood!

In my previous life, I endured everyone’s disdain. In this one, I’ll use pure, unbridled violence to crush every rule! From today on, all the ferocious beasts and riches in these vast mountains are mine! Anyone who dares stand between me and my meat will end up minced!