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.

Denmark, an unknown small country in the western Baltic Sea, has experienced the Great Northern War, the Napoleonic Wars of 1807, and the Prussian-Danish War of 1864. How did Denmark survive between Britain and Germany and restore its glory?

On the day the disaster struck Waterloo, the traveler came to this world and became the unfortunate successor

He will change the trajectory of fate and history, escape from the cage and overcome obstacles, and finally ascend the throne in the name of Napoleon II

It is not the name of the Father that drives him, but his own glory alone!

He was reborn as a German company commander, but led his troops in a mutiny an hour before the armistice.

He changed his mind about the assassination attempt, saving the revolutionary heroine, Rosa, from peril.

He founded the "Red Front," becoming the Nazis' most feared enemy.

"I'm not here to join history, I'm here to rewrite it."

—Karl Wegner

In 1918, desperate Germany wept. A spirit from the future brought it the only answer.

This is an unimaginable path, an epic tale of ideals and iron will.

The path has been shown.

Actually, I am a time traveler. God knows why I was thrown into medieval Europe where I am unfamiliar with the place. Please, I really don’t want to create a great empire. I just want to go back to my time and read the works of the masters from the island country!

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.”

[Soul travels through the Three Kingdoms + no cheats + not stupid + no gunpowder cannons + rise of an average person + respect for the IQ and force of historical figures + gradual growth of the protagonist + real casualty rate (the protagonist's subordinates will also lose generals)]

The protagonist's cognition is only the cognition of ordinary people in later generations, but it also contains the simplest values of ordinary people.

Cao Cao is very powerful, but the protagonist can grow through repeated confrontations and achieve counterattack victory.

Jia Xu is very vicious, but the protagonist can force Jia Xu to bow his head, which makes people feel that the protagonist is even more vicious than him.

Liu Bei is very kind, but he is also rude to the protagonist. In this chaotic era of the Three Kingdoms, the protagonist wants to change his fate and the course of history. The protagonist has a difficult journey, but on his way forward, the heroes of the Three Kingdoms, one after another, become his stepping stones.

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?

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.