SorryImJustDiamond

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.

Building a Conglomerate in Another World

The White House shook from the distant explosions, the muffled booms echoing through the fortified walls. Smoke curled into the sky as fires spread across the capital. The Order had changed tactics.

They weren't just trying to take the city anymore. They were trying to destroy it.

Hesh stood at the center of the war room, his sleeves rolled up, sweat beading on his forehead. The siege had lasted through the night. The National Guard held firm, but the fight was far from over.

"Report," Hesh demanded, his voice sharp.

Collins wiped soot from his face, reading from a hastily written report. "We have full control of the National Mall, the Capitol is secured, and most of the White House perimeter is holding. But the enemy has shifted focus. They're setting fires, blowing up supply lines, and attacking infrastructure. Downtown is in flames."

The Final Fight