Reborn in 1975: From Nobody to Emperor of the Seas

When that blade slashed across Chen Qiwen's throat in the Four Seas Gang's territory in Wanwan, Fu Chenyuan knew he was a dead man.

A club cracked against his head, and the world went black. As he fell, he heard the empire he'd built over twenty years crumbling, his daughter calling out for Daddy, and Dong the Punk selling him out completely. A few million, the position of deputy leader of the Four Seas Gang, decades of brotherhood: all buried at the bottom of the sea.

He died at a Taipei dock in 2005.

When he opened his eyes again, it was 1975. He had just been born. He lay on the hard wooden bed of a Tanka fishing boat, his mother cooking sweet potato porridge by the stove while his father prepared to teach him martial arts. The Cangming Town-Sea Saber had yet to be passed down to him. His four sworn brothers were still snot-nosed little kids, and none of their grudges had begun.

In his previous life, it had taken him twenty-five years to rise from the son of a Tanka fisherman to a sea-born warlord. Now he was back at the starting point. His fists were still soft, his blade still unsharpened, but his mind held forty years' worth of knowledge about people, shifting tides, business opportunities, and the faces of every traitor.

The sea breeze swept over him, carrying a salty tang.

Fu Chenyuan stood at the bow, gazing at the sea he had once conquered and then lost.

"Dad, teach me how to fight."

In this life, he would decide his own fate.

The story begins on this sea.