I Transmigrated into a Chaotic World and Became a Refugee. With a Gun in Hand, Why Run from Famine?

A mafia boss transmigrates into an ancient-era famine? Lu Zhuo was fuming! He’d finally carved out a place for himself in Tokyo and made a name for himself. Everyone in the underworld knew that Lord Lu was not to be messed with. Whenever he was in a bad mood, he liked to kill a couple of Japanese locals to pass the time. Then one day, he got in the mood and called over two fair-skinned beauties to help him have some fun, hoping to recreate a scene from an action movie he’d once watched. The Great Yao Dynasty? Disaster after disaster, with refugees everywhere. Bones lay exposed in the fields, and for a thousand miles not a rooster crowed. Bandits, floods, locust plagues, droughts... The people were in utter misery, suffering beyond words. But none of that had anything to do with Lord Lu. After all, he had no shortage of food. His came from the System. The System had only come online today. [Congratulations, Host. The Survival Sign-In System has been activated!] [You have not signed in today. Would you like to begin?] [Would you like to claim the beginner’s gift pack?] [Ding! Sign-in successful!] [Today’s supplies: 1 Shanhui ham sausage, 1 Nongfu San Zhang bottle of mineral water, 1 pack of no-brand dried noodles] [Beginner’s gift pack: 1 machete, 1 M36 revolver, and 1 padded jacket.] From the start, he picked up a “mute” girl. Who could have guessed that the little girl would eventually become his darling wife? They say it’s hard to survive in a time of chaos. But Lord Lu didn’t care about that. All he knew was that the AK in his hands was already itching for a fight.