He transmigrates into the chaotic Great Jing, where things are hell from the start.
The original owner was a petty thief and gambling addict who squandered the family fortune and ran up loan-shark debts. His whole family had nothing to eat but cold water and bitter vegetable soup.
Grain merchants came to collect, blocking the door and smashing the roof tiles, demanding that he hand over his younger sister to pay the debt.
His sick mother coughed up blood and wept from her bed. His fourteen-year-old sister gripped a broom and watched him like a wolf, while his seven-year-old little brother was too scared to cry aloud.
Lu Zheng, a former special forces reconnaissance soldier, looked at the mess in front of him and could only sigh.
"Promises? Empty talk? That's all bullshit."
"In a famine where human lives are worth less than grass, fists and food are the only hard currency!"
He stood up to the local tyrant on the spot and swore a blood pact to repay the debt in three days.
Then he grabbed his late father's rusty old bow and went alone into Blackwind Ridge, where even veteran hunters dared not venture.
He crossed cliffs, set ingenious traps, and slew vicious beasts!
While the village idlers sneered and waited for him to die in the mountains,
Lu Zheng emerged through the dusk and snow, his body steaming with bloodlust, dragging a two-hundred-pound tusked wild boar over one shoulder, with fat rabbits and pheasants hanging from his waist. He kicked open the gate to his courtyard!
His eldest younger sister stared, frozen, with a door bar in her hands. He wiped away the sweat and said:
"What are you standing there for? Get a big pot of water boiling. We're eating meat tonight!"
From king of the mountain forests to warlord in a chaotic age, anyone who harms my family is just another beast for my blade!
