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!"

"This city is fueled by people's broken spirits, shattered dreams, and the blood and sweat of the people... I don't want to be a cog, and I don't believe roses can bloom on circuit boards."

Damn, who would like such a world?

The crosshairs can't appear in the mind, and the prosthesis can't be installed at will.

But fortunately, there are still gold fingers...

I don't want to be a legend, nor do I plan to do something big. Roll just wants to guard his own little piece of land and live a good life, but why the hell are you forcing me?

So now--

"It's time to show everyone who is the real legend!"

"Adam's Hammer? What a powerful prosthesis, but luckily my body is not bad! Come and touch it! I'll let you know what a yellow-skinned athlete is!"

"Let's choose the color of the nuclear bomb to blow up the Arasaka Tower. Oh, how about pink?"

Richard, the time traveler, faced both good news and bad news. Good news: He'd traveled through time and become a wealthy young man. Bad news: He'd arrived in the unfamiliar land of Oluba. Good news: Pokhrani, where he lived, was a wealthy nation rich in "star steel" deposits. Bad news: It was September 1, 939, and Pokhrani, facing the "blitzkrieg" launched by the Talmenrecher Empire, was about to collapse. Watching the Stukas swooping down from the sky, the time traveler was overcome with grief. "This place is terrifying! Let me go home!" Six years had passed in a flash, and Richard had earned many titles. He was universally recognized by all Pokhranians as the greatest national hero of the 20th century; he was the nemesis of the Desert Fox; he was the "White Death" who had killed the most enemy officers...

This is a story about a gear boy. Although he didn't become a space warrior, he wants to tell everyone who hasn't traveled through time: As long as we and Big Head are here, the Empire's combat effectiveness is still 99%, and humanity will still stand firm! In the name of the holy binary, loudly praise Ohm Messiah. All glory to the God of All Machines. Praise together. Praise machinery, praise steel. You are the master who casts all things, the apocalypse that destroys everything. Evaporate, burn, and cast. Steel is eternal, machinery is immortal, and the way of steel is materialism. Machinery is the truth. More is better, bigger is beautiful. Billions of turrets are your glory. Roaring engines are your sermons. (The author is not a serious person, so the story is not a serious story. ps: GW's story setting is too ridiculous. In order to make the story more rigorous and reasonable, I changed it. If you don't like it, please don't criticize)

Crossing the parallel world, I originally thought that Golden Finger was an impressive sci-fi movie in my mind, and could be the world king of Hollywood in the parallel world.

It turned out that the black technology in those sci-fi movies could really be realized!

“Wait, why do I suddenly get cancer? Is it because I got Apple’s technology?”

“So what if I get the technology from the umbrella company? Is the planet going to burst into danger?”

This is a traveler who wants to use black technology to change his life, only to find that it has changed the world, and by the way has brought countless disaster stories.

"Neutron annihilation, earth-exploding stars, happy angels, Colossus annihilation, dimensionality reduction strike, black hole annihilation. Open your eyes and see how many races in the galaxy have been exterminated under the ambition of that tyrant!! The Holy Emperor is a very evil person! A humanist, an out-and-out war criminal??”

"What? You said His Majesty is a war criminal?? Oh my God, you damn heretic. Quick, call the fleet immediately to execute the extermination order. This planet needs divine purification."

PS: Elements of this book: wasteland, mechanical prosthetics, out-of-control AI, genetic modification, extraordinary awakening, interstellar warfare, empire building, and the indescribable Cthulhu evil god and subspace demon.

Without might, one cannot vanquish bandits; without force, one cannot rule the world. Llane Rivers, having traveled across Westeros and become the sole male heir to the Rivers family of Harrenhal, chooses the path of Prime Minister in the face of the impending War of the Five Kings. "Joffrey, this is freshly made chicken soup." "Joffrey, why are you rebelling?" "Joffrey, I told you not to call me deadaddy. Call me the King's Father, the Regent."

Here is a less formal introduction:

I traveled through time and seemed to be an employee of a company.

Wow, that's a lot of salary!

The alarm sounded.

Asking me to suppress the minions? What the hell is this company?!

The following is a serious introduction:

I am Ye Lan. The best employee of Lobotomy Corporation in X0XX. Miss Hod doesn't even need to do core suppression after seeing me.

But no one in the company knew that I was actually a spy from a company in a world even outside the ruins. (Of course, Miss Angela might know this, but she didn't tell anyone, so no one knew.)

But besides this secret, I have another one.

A secret that even my real company doesn't know: I'm a time traveler. (But maybe I've told Miss Angela about this in one of my previous loops.)

The emperor who killed 50,000 imperial guards with his bare hands, the Holy Emperor of Liang, was seriously injured in his later years and his life expectancy was short, so he could die at any time. At this time, the court and the country were in turmoil, and the heroes of the world were rising up, ready to rush over; foreign enemy countries were eyeing and coveting him, the generals and mercenaries on the border were self-reliant, there were three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand ambitious families; behind the scenes, there were also the high and mighty immortals, who used all living beings as chess pieces and the dynasty as chessboard, devouring the luck; the Holy Emperor of Liang smiled when he saw the fate of the true son of heaven!

Ministers: Your Majesty, no one is immortal. As the saying goes, life and death are determined by fate, as are wealth and honor...

Emperor Sheng of Liang: That’s right, wealth and honor are achieved through risk. All of us below me are your subjects. If you want your subjects to die, today is the day you die!

Kill a first-rank traitor, and the fate of the true emperor will take effect, and you will gain one year of life.

Concubine: You are a tyrant. You broke up our lovers and now you are killing my whole family. Return my family members’ lives to me.

Emperor Sheng of Liang: Of course, I never like wasting food...

Kill a first-rank demon concubine, and your fate will take effect, granting you ten years of life.

The Immortals: As the Son of Heaven, how dare you go against the will of heaven?

Emperor Liang Sheng: What are you talking about? Since you know that I am the master of destiny, why don't you kneel down quickly?

Kill a first-grade Xuanxian and gain a thousand years of life!

…

Many years later, all nations submitted, and all immortals bowed their heads, but in their hearts they cursed this damned Liang Shengdi. Why did his life have no end? Why didn't he die?

Because the plot of Cyberpunk 2077 is a bit rough, the otaku Yu Le played it several times but still couldn't save Jack. Just when he turned off the game and switched to Warframe to play, he traveled through time and space, and traveled to the world of Cyberpunk 2077 with Warframe's technology.