Ancient Babylonian civilization, the defiant Tower of Babel, the mysterious Hanging Gardens—Iraq, your history is so glorious! But why are you shrouded in war today? Why has your wealth been plundered? Why are your people struggling amidst explosions and death? Who can save them?

God says: O you who believe, I will send down angels to help you!

If I were Qusay Hussein, if I had ever been in power, if I had gone back to Iraq in the 1980s, then—what would happen?

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In the cold winter of 1854, the small workshop in Genoa was on the verge of bankruptcy.

A mechanical engineer disguised himself as a fatherless military cadet, faced with a mountain of burlap, predatory loan sharks, and a mother with swollen eyes.

He grabbed a piece of war news from The Times and gambled his family's lives:

"I'll make the Brits' winter clothes!"

► 【The sewing machine is my Gatling gun! 】

★ Improved cotton fluffing machine? The Widow's Assembly Line boosts productivity!

Bribing Russian POWs? Confessions from Black Sea corpses become a deadly bargaining chip!

★ Gambling against the British Consul? The Ladder Agreement contains a sinister clause!

When the first pot of gold came into his pocket, he blatantly tore off his merchant coat——

► [From Bronze Ledger to Iron Throne]

❗ Newspaper predicts war: signed article ignites Turin, Cavour personally recruits!

❗ Private army surprise attack on the fortress: Nitroglycerin shatters the Bourbon dynasty, and thousands of black shirts are crowned knights on a bloody journey!

❗ Monopoly of sulfur hegemony: "One ton of sulfur for ten tons of grain", harvesting Sicily during famine!

In the turbulent times of roaring steam engines, he grasped the magic of bonds with his left hand and manipulated the struggle for supremacy among the great powers with his right hand:

Prussian-Austrian battlefield pits Austrian ships: sulfur-mixed coal explodes boiler, and Veneto is taken!

The Pope's Treasury moves gold: 50-year bonds to redeem the Holy City, and the Vatican is furious!

Suez secretly seizes shares: bottom-fishing at the window of France's defeat and strangling the throat of Europe and Asia!

When the Italian crown was crowned, he looked out over the Mediterranean:

"The so-called Caesar is nothing more than making the world believe—

The shadow that sits upon the Iron Throne is a god!"

In 1922, military historian Contini returned to Italy...

Traveling through a tall, rich and handsome man, marrying a beautiful woman, and reaching the pinnacle of life, let's see how he led Italy to rise!

Travel back in time to 19th-century Greece and witness his rise from a small Balkan nation. Lead Greece to its great ideals, restore the glory of Rome, and make the name of "Rome" known from Ireland to Khitan! And this is Constantine, the only sun of the Balkan Peninsula, the heir of Komnenos, the second Aristotle, the world's restorer, the Turkic butcher, and the loving father of the Roman people: Rome has only one chance to be revived. If you don't seize it, then let me do it!

1. When Lin Yan, a science and engineering student, opened his eyes, he found himself as Chamberlain at 10 Downing Street in 1939—a declaration of war against Germany lay on the table, and outside the window, the countdown to the collapse of British hegemony was underway. But clutching his Zippo (his only token of the future), he was determined to overturn the script and personally rebuild British glory at 10 Downing Street.

"Your Majesty, some people think you unified Europe simply by luck. What's your response?" The newly crowned European emperor said indignantly, "They don't understand Napoleon at all. If it weren't for me, who knows how many emperors and kings there would be in Europe. It was I who saved the people of Europe!"

As the Hun's horses' hooves shattered the ice of the Rhine, the 16-year-old Roman farmer Marcus knew only two things: run, and revenge.

On the day his village burned to the ground, his parents' blood soaked his sandals, his sister's cries were swallowed by the barbarians' wild laughter. From a slave in the army to a blood-soaked centurion, he grasped the old centurion's sword and tore his way through the corrupt legions: officers fed the barbarians with rations, the emperor watched the flames of Rome drunkenly, and even the swords of Gothic mercenaries were sharper than Roman standards.

When the Vandals sacked the Eternal City, he dragged his dying sister out of the pile of corpses, but his only response was "Don't let Rome rot completely."

In 476, the last Western Roman emperor stepped down from the throne. Marcus stood among the broken pillars, the rust on his sword redder than the setting sun. The empire was dead, but the smoke from cooking stoves crushed by iron hooves, the sighs of dying veterans, the faded word "Rome" on the pages of books—he wanted to let them breathe a little longer in the setting sun.

This is not an epic about saving the world, but a story about a small person who uses his life to protect a spark of light in an era of collapse.