In the howling northern wilderness, Louis Calvin wrapped himself in a wolfskin cloak and stood alone on an ice cliff.

As the son of a duke, he was thrown into this permafrost wilderness by his family in the name of "opening up glory".

He thought he was doomed, but he didn't expect the daily intelligence system to be activated:

[Thirty-seven frozen hungry wolves are lurking in the southeast valley and will raid the territory tonight.]

[The corpse of an ancient god will float out of the ice lake at dawn, and the divinity of winter will remain in its heart.]

[The Plantagenet Church will regard you as a blasphemer, and the Holy Flame Knights have embarked on the road to the north]

[The undead frenzy will sweep across the continent, and only one in a million humans will survive.]

...

While the southern nobles were scheming for power, Louis's cavalry had already crushed the barbarian tribes.

The frost dragon roared over the Frost Iron Wall.

Winter has arrived, and this storm will eventually engulf the entire continent.

“Do you know how much a loaf of bread costs now?"

"Five hundred thousand taels!!"

"This much money can't even be loaded into a car!"

After Yuyin announced its surrender to Konoha, a man named Jingu Xile was standing in the tavern waving his arms and roaring. "Everyone, the most effective medicine is kunai and ninjutsu. This is the best way to cure those idiots!"

"The Rain Country needs a visionary leader, a leader who has the courage to crush his enemies into dust!"

"Now he is here, he exists in this era!"

"He will lead his people to victory!"

"He will bring bread and milk to his people!"

"The Rain Country will eventually win!!" Jingu Xile waved his arms, his eyes full of victory. Amid cheers, he was surrounded by the crowd and carried upwards. Until you climb...

In front of you is,

The founder of the new era of the German Wehrmacht, the developer of Middle Eastern oil, the venomous snake at the negotiating table, the leader of the Forward Party, the scalpel of the colonial dismantling, the shaper of the Millennium Reich—

Mr. Joad von Roman!

In 1807, Jérôme, with the support of his brother Napoleon, became King of Westphalia. In 1808, the King displayed his military talent in Spain. In 1809, His Majesty the King captured Vienna, and the Austrian Empire groveled at his feet. … A decade later, the German people cheered loudly to welcome their Emperor. The aged Napoleon exclaimed sincerely, “Making Jérôme King was my wisest choice; look, he is now the Emperor of Germany!”