I am the only son of the Dukes of Connaught and Strathearn, and a grandson of Queen Victoria of the British Empire. Now I swear as a member of the Saxe-Coburg-Gotha dynasty that I will use my life to witness and protect the rise of this land, so that all Australians and New Zealanders can unite to witness it with a new name. Our rise, long live Australasia!

When the Ottomans rise, Byzantium is about to perish, and the Russian Empire has not yet emerged, who will serve as the guardian of the Orthodox Church and lead Eastern Europe to rise again. Let the glory of the Roman Empire last.

(If there are any unreasonable things, they will be corrected. However, there is little information on the Balkans at this time, so please forgive me)

Delve into the world of The Rise of Iceland, a captivating historical novel that transports readers to the seventeenth century. The protagonist, Olaf, reincarnated in Iceland, embarks on a journey filled with kingdom building, modern knowledge, and European ambience. This tale weaves together elements of farming, slavery, and living alone, as Olaf, a loner protagonist, navigates through a world of nobles and strategic battles.

In the seventeenth century, the gap between the East and the West began. Olaf, who was reborn in Iceland, pointed to Obalo in the southeast of the sea and said, “It will be mine!”

I, Wu Hao, traveled from Hanxia to become an oligarch. What? Can't win? I'll do what you dare not do, I'll fight what you dare not fight, I'll fight what you dare not battle. God has granted me the privilege of restoring the glory of the Russian Empire.

CIA agent: "Boss, Russia has Nikolai, just like the Russian bear, it can also spawn thugs. We can't fight it!" CIA boss: "What do you mean? You have disgraced America." Can we do it? CIA agent: "Yes, but you have to pay more!"

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!”

This is a time of great powers: The vast Persia, Sparta that was founded by force, Athens with its trade and business, Thebes the rising star, The ambitious Macedonia, The twin heroes of the Western Mediterranean, The rising Rome and so on.

This is an era of brilliant stars: Agesilaus II – the last king of Sparta, Epaminondas – the Rising General of Thebes, Philip II – the founder of Macedonian’s hegemon, Dionysius – the tyrant of Syracuse, Camillus – the Roman dictator and savior…

This is an era of contention among a hundred schools of thought: Plato – the great philosopher, Antisthenes – founder of cynicism, Pythagoras – school of number, Democritus – the encyclopedia scholar, Hippocrates – the father of western medicine, Aristophanes – the great dramatist…

What will the hero bring to the world when he comes to this age as a humble mercenary through rebirth?

The fjord lay still, its surface undisturbed, reflecting the leaden gray storm clouds overhead. Flocks of ravens circled and swooped, heralding the arrival of an icy northern wind. This was the first sight the protagonist beheld after traversing time to ninth-century Scandinavia. He found himself an ordinary self-sustaining farmer, possessing nothing more than a barren, desolate wheat field. For centuries, the glory of the Roman Empire had crumbled into dust, and the world lay fractured. Kings warred incessantly, and in this turbulent, grim medieval era, his foremost task was survival—then, to find a way to end the chaos.