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.

Lieutenant Markos Ellery's lungs burned as he ducked behind a mound of dirt and tangled roots, reloading his rifle with shaking hands. Around him, the Amerathian and Korean troops fired in coordinated bursts, trying to push back the wave of Russian soldiers coming down the ridgeline like a tide of gray.


Smoke hung in the cold air, thick and choking. Branches snapped overhead as bullets cracked through the trees.


"Reload! Left flank, hold tight!" Ellery shouted, voice hoarse.


A Korean sergeant beside him nodded and barked the command to his men. The two units—once strangers—now fought side by side like veterans of the same banner. They shared trenches, rifles, and blood.


A loud boom echoed from the valley below. One of the Amerathian field guns roared, sending a shell into the treeline where Russian snipers had taken cover. The explosion lit up the forest in a burst of fire and splintered wood.


Chapter 275 - The Battle Part 3