Reborn in Northern Myanmar: I Build My Own Faction and Become a Warlord

I was a special forces soldier in the Cheetah Commando Unit. I died saving a comrade during a mission at the border. Reborn after my death, I woke up in a village in northern Myanmar and took over the life of a good-for-nothing young man who shared my name, surname, birth year, and birthday. As an outsider from a Han Chinese family, my family had always suffered from bullying. But I started out hunting in the mountains and gathering medicinal herbs, and not only changed everyone’s opinion of me, the useless young man, but also built my own faction amid the shifting tides of fortune. I became a warlord with an iron grip on power. With a mighty army at my command, I protected our borders and kept the people safe, helping them live in comfort and prosperity. I also cracked down hard on the rampant scam compounds and rescued large numbers of my fellow countrymen who had fallen victim to them. My territory became peaceful and prosperous in trade, earning the name “Little Hong Kong of Northern Myanmar.” I truly breathed new life into this land of sin. This was not only my personal rebirth, but the rebirth of the dark world of northern Myanmar.