Reborn in 1945: I Rise to Power by Hiding in My Pocket Dimension

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In 1945, Chen Mo starved to death on the road while fleeing famine. When he opened his eyes again, he found a pocket dimension in his mind.

Other reborn people set out to conquer the world. He only wanted to survive: forge papers, sell pork, haul heavy loads, and carve the words "honest man" into his bones.

But the old accounts buried beneath Beiping wouldn't let him. Gold bars from the Japanese and their collaborators, hidden walls belonging to corrupt officials, and the fortune Heshen buried a hundred and fifty years ago all turned up in front of him, page by page.

Should he take it or leave it?

He hauled loads by day and collected gold by night. The Security Bureau investigated him for two years without even finding his courtyard gate. His neighbors had lived beside him for five years and thought he was just an honest fellow.

Nobody knew that the stevedore with calloused hands had half of Beiping stashed at the bottom of his trunk.

"When Heshen fell, the Jiaqing Emperor ate his fill. Whatever Jiaqing didn't finish is mine."