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.

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)

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.

"It's a capitalist country. It means I have capital and you don't, so this country is mine! Contact the police and suppress it. If Rockefeller can do it, why can't I, Sheffield?" William Sheffield restrained his smile and said coldly, "Happy America, gunfights every day." The Gilded Age, 1895.

By 1899, the time of the Wild West was coming to an end, followed by the wave of civilization and the rise of local giants. At this moment, Wang Jin transmigrated into Dutch during the robbery of Black Water. For the development of the gang and in order to prevent the gang from going down the doomed path in the game, Dutch decided to start reforming the gang! Before the beginning of World War I and before the development of various high-end weapons, Dutch decided to use Guarma Island to establish an arms company to trade arms in this turbulent era.

Dutch: "Mr. Milton, I have 50,000 tanks and 3,000 aircraft and a total of 500,000 troops. I think I should also run for president, right?"

Milton: "..."

Ducci: "Arthur, we are invincible!!"

In 1427, the Byzantine Empire, nearly reduced to the mere mayor of Constantinople, continued to struggle under the threat of the Ottomans.

The Empire of Trebizond could only survive through marriage and the mercy of the Crescentists.

The fall of Rome was imminent.

But far away on the northern shores of the Black Sea, no one noticed that the remnant of the empire on the Black Sea, the last kingdom of the Goths - the Principality of Theodore, was in the calm before the storm.

No one would have imagined that here would emerge the greatest restorer of the Roman Empire.

Until many years later... "By the grace of God, the Emperor of the Roman Empire, the glorious Basileus, the Lord of Tauris and Trebizond, the Holy Sea

After transmigrating into a minor German noble, he embarks on a glorious journey of ambition and struggle amid the French Revolution and the era of the Directory.

The great and glorious Lord Andrew set foot in his faithful Paris in the year 1794.