New world: Becoming the emperor

Kiran, a 27-year-old American man, was lying in a pool of his own blood; there were gunshot wounds evident on his body; there were 7 shots in his chest. So is this really how I'm going to die? He thought while looking up in the sky of the night; he started to think how his life went from normal to now a mess. When he was 12 years old, he was getting bullied; even when he went to the principal, no one looked at him, so he took it up in his own hand. The next time he saw him, they fought, and in the end, he won the fight, and the bullying stopped at the age of 18. In the night, he was in his room, and he heard noise in the living room. He didn't mind it, but it didn't stop going down. He saw his mother being held at gunpoint. She looked at him and said, Run.He panicked and ran up to his mother's room. He knew she always kept a handgun in her somewhere. He went for it, and by the time he exited the room, someone with a crowbar was about to enter. Seeing the gun, he ran back to the person with the gun walking out of the room. Kiran saw the man with the gun to his mother head Kiran looked at them and begged him to not shoot but the guy pulled the trigger but the gun jam but the other guy jumped in and beat his mother with the crowbar in her head after a while he shot the guy in his neck killing him the other guy ran away, his mother died and after the police came he was taken in for court where he got 3 years for self defense he don't even know why in the jail it was survival of the fitess it shaped him into someone ruthless after getting out of jail he felt lonely for the other guy that ran away he never found him he joined a gang and went on a killing spree even if he wanted he couldn't even get a job because of his criminal record. By the age of 27, he found a girl that he really liked on a night they were in his car when she told him to stop close to some building; that was when he was suddenly pulled out of his car. He was in shock. He looked to see who pulled him out of the car; he saw the guy that almost the entire criminal organization feared. He was a hitman; he was given the name Devil. pow! pow! He had been shot in rapid succession so many times he had lost count. He knew that no way in hell would he be surviving these injuries. Present So is this really how I'm going to die? He thought while looking up in the sky of the night. He felt tired, and he knew that his last breath would most likely be his last. He felt his energy quickly finishing, then everything went dark.