Reborn in South Africa, Rock said: "I hope for world peace."
The Seven Years’ War, the American War of Independence, and the Napoleonic Wars—late 18th-century Europe was a stage set for conflict.
A modern teenager unexpectedly arrives in this turbulent era, only to find himself trapped in the crumbling kingdom of pre-revolutionary France.
To make matters worse, he is none other than the ill-fated King Louis XVI, destined for the guillotine.
After transmigrating into a minor German noble, he embarks on a glorious journey of ambition and struggle amid the French Revolution and the era of the Directory.
The great and glorious Lord Andrew set foot in his faithful Paris in the year 1794.
"The honorable Basilius, patron of New Rome, conqueror of the Two Sicilies, defender of the Holy City, sword bearer of Asia Minor, saint who recaptured Rome, the honorable and honorable, the noble and noble Emperor Ceres I, has come to the Senate! Let us celebrate the great peace that has appeared on the horizon!" At this time, a beggar passed by the door of the Senate. He asked: "What
Awakening in the ruins of an orphanage, he found himself chained and sold into slavery. A modern-day doctor of chemistry, trapped in an unknown ancient world, fate's quirks didn't defeat him. He crafted plate armor, invented paper, built roads, taught statecraft... attempting to carve out a niche for himself. But how could such a feat not arouse jealousy? The maritime hegemon Cartagena, the unstoppable army of Exorus, the eastern superpower Ardhania, the merchant alliance Sibalsis, the religious fanatics Izarid, and the ever-present barbarians of the Barren Forrest—all desired a share of his wealth. In a sea of sharks, a skinny carp struggled to surge, struggling to leap over the dragon's gate and establish a dynasty to surpass them all.
By 1204, the Byzantine Empire had crumbled, and its sole heirs, Nicaea, Epirus, and Trebizond, were still embroiled in infighting, completely forgetting their past grievances. In Constantinople, the Latin tyrant proclaimed himself emperor of the Romans, while in the north, the Bulgars were rampaging, greedily devouring the empire's legacy, and the Turks were also stirring, eager to gnaw at its flesh. Meanwhile, in the far east, a latent force, the Mongols, was quietly rising. The empire's collapse seemed utterly irreversible, but how would Justinian reverse the tide and raise the banner of revival once more?
"It's a capitalist country. It means I have capital and you don't, so this country is mine! Contact the police and suppress it. If Rockefeller can do it, why can't I, Sheffield?" William Sheffield restrained his smile and said coldly, "Happy America, gunfights every day." The Gilded Age, 1895.
When an unexpected soul arrives in this ambiguous era, what kind of storm will it stir up? Will it blend into this era and become a paragon of chivalry? Or will it gallop across the battlefield and leave its own legend in the history books? Or will it tear through the darkness and usher in the dawn of light?
Noen said: Only children make choices, I want them all.
Chen Cheng traveled back to the Qajar dynasty in the 19th century and became the governor of Azerbaijan, Nasser al-Din. At this time, Persia was trapped both internally and externally, and had fallen into the same fate as the Ottoman Empire.
How to protect Persia from those powerful countries became his main goal. But for now, he should do a good job as his governor.
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In 1427, the Byzantine Empire, nearly reduced to the mere mayor of Constantinople, continued to struggle under the threat of the Ottomans.
The Empire of Trebizond could only survive through marriage and the mercy of the Crescentists.
The fall of Rome was imminent.
But far away on the northern shores of the Black Sea, no one noticed that the remnant of the empire on the Black Sea, the last kingdom of the Goths - the Principality of Theodore, was in the calm before the storm.
No one would have imagined that here would emerge the greatest restorer of the Roman Empire.
Until many years later... "By the grace of God, the Emperor of the Roman Empire, the glorious Basileus, the Lord of Tauris and Trebizond, the Holy Sea