There was a man in the modern world that built his business empire from scratch. He was hailed as a genius by his peers and was respected worldwide due to his contributions to the world.

If it is not only for that unfortunate accident that led to his death. He was a man who could potentially change the world with his mind that still stores a plethora of ideas. 

But—fate had others plan with him. He found himself in another world, what’s more, it’s primitive and technologically backwards compared to his last world. And what’s more, he turned into his younger self, and in this world, he was an orphaned boy. 

For him to survive, he must use everything that he had at his disposal, and that was all in his head.

Yalu River, Neutral Zone — Treaty Pavilion


The morning sun glinted off the still waters of the Yalu River, casting shimmering reflections across the canvas of the makeshift treaty pavilion built on a sandbar between the Chinese and Korean sides. The river marked not only a border between two lands, but now stood as the symbolic threshold between war and peace. The structure was simple—an open-sided wooden hall draped with the flags of all attending powers: the tricolor of Amerathia, the sun-and-moon of Korea, the red circle of Japan, the Qing dragon, and the double-headed eagle of the Russian Empire.


Inside, a long table had been laid out with maps, documents, and sealed diplomatic folders. Each side sat facing one another, flanked by aides and guards, the air thick with the unspoken weight of history.


Chapter 289 - The Treaty at Yalu