Chongzhen Was Not Suspicious

I, Huang Jiu, the boss of the group, am lying on the operating table undergoing surgery to fight against the family curse of Alzheimer's. Because my father held my hand before he died and said: "Ahjiu, don't get married, don't harm others." So I have no wife or children, only a bunch of companies, schools and hospitals. Just as the nanorobots were injected into the brain to repair neurons, a bolt of purple lightning suddenly struck from the sky and accurately hit the top floor of the laboratory. What's even more unfortunate is that a major earthquake measuring 7.8 On the Richter scale also came to join in the fun. The laboratory exploded and everyone was running for their lives. There was only me, locked on the operating table with instruments, trying to withstand the double critical strikes of lightning, lightning and earthquake. "I don't know..." My last thought was: "My old computer was smashed, can't my online records be restored?... And my dad's only copy of "Records of the Ming Dynasty"..." The nanorobots were running wildly in violent energy, and they were fused together with my memories and broken consciousness. In the end, all that was left in my mind was the words I had said to my father all my life: If I were Chongzhen... Traveling through time and space, he was reborn in the body of 18-month-old Chongzhen. . . . . Wait, there's no cheat code? Didn't he die in vain? No, there must be, or 5!