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.”

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?

Awakening in the ruins of an orphanage, he found himself chained and sold into slavery. A modern-day doctor of chemistry, trapped in an unknown ancient world, fate's quirks didn't defeat him. He crafted plate armor, invented paper, built roads, taught statecraft... attempting to carve out a niche for himself. But how could such a feat not arouse jealousy? The maritime hegemon Cartagena, the unstoppable army of Exorus, the eastern superpower Ardhania, the merchant alliance Sibalsis, the religious fanatics Izarid, and the ever-present barbarians of the Barren Forrest—all desired a share of his wealth. In a sea of ​​sharks, a skinny carp struggled to surge, struggling to leap over the dragon's gate and establish a dynasty to surpass them all.

The Seven Years’ War, the American War of Independence, and the Napoleonic Wars—late 18th-century Europe was a stage set for conflict.

A modern teenager unexpectedly arrives in this turbulent era, only to find himself trapped in the crumbling kingdom of pre-revolutionary France.

To make matters worse, he is none other than the ill-fated King Louis XVI, destined for the guillotine.

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.

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.

1204, Constantinople is burning!

The Crusaders were wreaking havoc in the streets, the Venetian warships were hovering in the Golden Horn, and all the Romans were waiting to die in numbness... At this moment, a martial arts master proficient in ancient Greek opened his eyes and found that he had become the Roman despot, Theodore Lascaris!

"History says Rome will fall tonight... Then I will rewrite history!"

Sharp swords will cleave the armor of Latin knights, and deadly Greek fire will devour the hulls of Venetian ships in the Aegean Sea. When the armored paladins stomp the earth again, that will be the day when the double-headed eagle empire spanning three continents returns!

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An Lan was originally giving a boastful speech in a beer hall. When he was excited, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. After waking up, he traveled to a feudal dynasty in another world.

The good news is that he became the legitimate son of General Pingbei, not an ordinary citizen.

The bad news is that those who are left as hostages in the capital, as a general holding military power, have to leave some of his family members in the capital so that the emperor can sleep peacefully.

Fortunately, there is a sign-in system, and I got a hundred death warriors on the first day!

Opening: Let you be proud for a few days. Today's move is just a temporary measure.

Mid-term: If you want to conquer the world, now is the time! The time has come, start your army today!

Ending: I want to conquer the world, who can compete with me?