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

Zhu Youtang, who had just traveled through time and had not had time to adapt to the identity of the prince, had to take over the responsibility of China in a hurry. Facing all the forces that were eyeing him, it was like a game of Schrödinger's cat.

Merciful? It is not good to violate the ancestral rules and go to hell for eight hundred words! Appoint an honest and clean minister? Minister Qingliu may not necessarily be able to do things and may not be honest. Well, this is actually an excuse. It's just that you civil servants have the final say on things. So what do you want me, the emperor, to do? Ruling the world with scholar-bureaucrats? My words mean that the world's laws are not favourable?

Let’s take a look at the story of how a modern man’s soul penetrated the virtuous emperor Zhu Youtang and transformed into a tyrant, and how he led China to the top of the world.

I came, I saw, I conquered. Tang Ning traveled back a hundred years ago and became an exiled prince of Portugal, starting his life of fighting to restore the glory of the Portuguese Empire. The full name of this book is "My United Kingdom of Portugal, Brazil and Algarve"

The world is at war, the situation is favorable, and it’s the perfect time to show off my skills. What’s wrong with me? I only want to rule France. Bokassa clung to the thigh of France’s lifelong ruler, tears and snot streaming down his face. “I want to be emperor so badly, I dream of it! I want it so much! If I become emperor, I’ll do everything you say. I’ll respect you like a father. I don’t want to lose this opportunity.”

The soul travels back to the Middle Ages as a Florentine citizen. Starts in Belgium and is forced to join the war.

The Hundred Years' War between England and France, the Black Death, church division, and total war in Europe.

In this endless world of chaos where swords, blood, iron and fire are intertwined, he bravely moves forward.

The iris and lily, symbols of France, blossomed again under his command, and England, with the broom rose as its emblem, was also impressed.

He is driven not by the name of the Father nor by the glory of anyone else.

Only the belief in my heart:

"I will fight to the end, until this chaos ends."

1204, Constantinople is burning!

The Crusaders were wreaking havoc in the streets, the Venetian warships were hovering in the Golden Horn, and all the Romans were waiting to die in numbness... At this moment, a martial arts master proficient in ancient Greek opened his eyes and found that he had become the Roman despot, Theodore Lascaris!

"History says Rome will fall tonight... Then I will rewrite history!"

Sharp swords will cleave the armor of Latin knights, and deadly Greek fire will devour the hulls of Venetian ships in the Aegean Sea. When the armored paladins stomp the earth again, that will be the day when the double-headed eagle empire spanning three continents returns!

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Intense pain forced me to open my eyes. After getting familiar with my surroundings, I realized I'd been transported to the body of a middle-aged German man. Damn, my mind wasn't listening, and I couldn't remember my own name. Apparently, I'd lost my memory. Fortunately, I knew I was Chinese. How did I know I was Chinese? Because my brain automatically converts the German I hear and see into Chinese. It also automatically converts the language I want to speak into German. The yellowed calendar marked the year: October 4, 1938. It seemed I had a new identity: Erich von Richthofen.