The Black Hand

Wouldn't it be great to become an overlord, command an entire region, have hundreds of men under you, possess over a hundred firearms and plenty of ammunition, and be an unquestioned local emperor?

Of course it would, but this wasn't ancient times.

The chaotic situation would eventually be wiped out. The Old Era could never overcome the will of the masses. From long ago—or rather, from when he was still with the Imperial Capital Command—Brother Ming had already understood that this was a road of no return.

Even a behemoth like the Imperial Capital Command had ultimately been unable to stand against the machinery of the state. However, despite the chaos this country remained in because of historical problems, history was ultimately driven forward by people.

Brother Ming was unwilling to become someone discarded by history, and even less willing to be constrained by the state system... In that case, he would become the one who made the rules.

Being granted amnesty... this was an excellent opportunity.

Although the matter had arisen suddenly, Brother Ming had keenly seized the chance to change his life.

Years in prison had already changed him greatly. In prison, he had not been disturbed by anyone. Once he had truly quieted down, he had been better able to consider the path ahead.

For a big shot at his level, imprisonment did not mean total defeat. Just look at that coward Buggy—hadn't he managed to live like a member of the royal family in another prison?

This country had already rotted to such an extent.

Over the past few years, Brother Ming had taught himself quite a bit while in prison. He had even earned several degrees... He had begun planning another way forward in life.

He had been born intelligent and had grown up in