America: From the Slums to the Dark Emperor

On his first day after sneaking into America, Chen Feng was dumped in Brooklyn's most notorious slum with only three dollars to his name.

Two months later, he lay bleeding in an abandoned warehouse after being shot, convinced his life was over.

A cold electronic prompt suddenly rang out in his mind:

“Host on the brink of death detected. Dark Empire System activated, ”

“Newbie quest: Survive the night. Reward: Basic Combat Mastery.”

Starting on Brooklyn's Seventh Street, he extorted protection money, seized territory, and swallowed up gangs, fighting his way to the top with brains and brawn. The Chinese restaurant owners in Chinatown called him “that dishwasher.” A month later, the name “Chen” was on everyone's lips in Brooklyn's underworld.

The System showed him a map. From New York to Los Angeles, from North America to Europe, from mercenary camps to black-market arms dealers, the entire world's underground network unfolded before him.

“Final objective: Build an underground empire spanning the globe.”

He thought that was enough, until one day a Wall Street financial titan pressed a gun to the back of his head and said, “Kid, had enough fun yet?”

Chen Feng smiled.

“I haven't even started.”

Wall Street socialites, mob bosses' daughters, FBI agents, heirs to Europe's underground arms trade... He had far more than an army standing behind him.

This world has never cared about reason. It only respects strength.

And now, he was finally starting to have some.