On the day the disaster struck Waterloo, the traveler came to this world and became the unfortunate successor

He will change the trajectory of fate and history, escape from the cage and overcome obstacles, and finally ascend the throne in the name of Napoleon II

It is not the name of the Father that drives him, but his own glory alone!

Actually, I am a time traveler. God knows why I was thrown into medieval Europe where I am unfamiliar with the place. Please, I really don’t want to create a great empire. I just want to go back to my time and read the works of the masters from the island country!

[Soul travels through the Three Kingdoms + no cheats + not stupid + no gunpowder cannons + rise of an average person + respect for the IQ and force of historical figures + gradual growth of the protagonist + real casualty rate (the protagonist's subordinates will also lose generals)]

The protagonist's cognition is only the cognition of ordinary people in later generations, but it also contains the simplest values of ordinary people.

Cao Cao is very powerful, but the protagonist can grow through repeated confrontations and achieve counterattack victory.

Jia Xu is very vicious, but the protagonist can force Jia Xu to bow his head, which makes people feel that the protagonist is even more vicious than him.

Liu Bei is very kind, but he is also rude to the protagonist. In this chaotic era of the Three Kingdoms, the protagonist wants to change his fate and the course of history. The protagonist has a difficult journey, but on his way forward, the heroes of the Three Kingdoms, one after another, become his stepping stones.

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.”

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.