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...

Chen Jie, who had just graduated from university half a year ago, needed a large sum of money because his father was injured and hospitalized.

A hemp rope breaks at the thinnest part, and bad luck only finds the unfortunate people!

The poorer you are, the less likely you are to borrow money!

Just when he was extremely anxious, he saw a piece of 'Blood Dragon Jade' that his father had hidden in the cabinet!

By chance, he discovered that this piece of 'Blood Dragon Jade' could allow him to travel to another world.

This is a world where Chinese martial arts flourish, but it is also an era where people are bullied by the powerful Western powers with their powerful ships and guns!

Here we have the head rickshaw driver of West City, 'Ghost Leg Seven', and the quiet and dignified 'Thirteenth Aunt'...!

What can you do by crossing two worlds?

Nonsense, you must make money first!

A hundred-year-old wild ginseng costs only one silver dollar, two hundred dollars?

——Pack it up, pack it all up!

A top-grade jade bracelet for only two silver dollars, four hundred yuan?

—Pack it up! I want them all!

——

What?

Is the Japanese fleet so powerful? They went to Bohai to show off their power.

——Torpedo! Here comes my torpedo, how does it taste!?

certainly,

This is just the beginning!

Then Chen Jie discovered that if he wanted to travel freely between the two worlds, he had to practice martial arts -!

[Double penetration + Chinese martial arts + urban boxing + two-world trader + cool story! ]

In 1378, the death of Holy Roman Emperor Charles IV led to internal turmoil within the empire. Wenceslas IV, relying on the Golden Bull, barely ascended to the throne. Henry of Scaritz may not have taken up the sword yet. However, a modern history doctoral student accidentally traveled to this place and became an illegitimate child.

He should have been a bystander of this era, but now he has become a pawn in the game.

In this world of swords, conspiracies, and betrayals, can he protect himself and reverse the fate of the entire Luxembourg dynasty? Is the Holy Roman Empire destined to slide into the abyss of division and chaos?

[Gundam SEED Fanfiction] QQ Group: 414405154 - Exchange and discuss civilizations! ———————————— Reborn into the world of Gundam SEED, he spent fifteen peaceful years in Copernicus City, only to relocate to Junius VII. Felix's scalp tingled at the thought of Junius VII's future. Realizing that relocating might prove futile, Felix resolutely decided to join ZAFT, determined to change Junius VII's fate and save his parents. Entering the vortex of war, Felix realized that once the arrow is shot, there's no turning back. To achieve the future he desires, he must constantly move forward and make choices. ………… "The world is a vast makeshift theater, where everyone is both an actor and a screenwriter; the script is constantly changing, the performance is constantly shifting, the future is constantly being reset; only the director who calls a halt has the right to determine the future!" - Author Hu Yan

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.

By chance, he traveled back to the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty.

Originally, relying on the advantage of being a time traveler, he could easily marry the eldest princess Li Lizhi, and even become a high-ranking official, becoming a model of time travel. However, reality gave Ling Tian a hard slap in the face. His business was snatched away by aristocratic families, and his imperial examination results were replaced by others.

Just when Ling Tian was thinking about whether he should learn from Huang Chao, the golden finger finally arrived.

On this day, Ling Tian pulled over a close friend he had met in the pleasure boat and said, "Old Tang, are you interested in joining me in a rebellion and overthrowing that bastard Li Er?"

While European merchant ships were still searching for new trade routes across the world's oceans in the 17th century, in the distant region of Australia, the sound of roaring industrial machines could be heard.

Truckloads of coal are being shipped to factories, and countless industrial products are flowing to overseas markets.

When we come to trade with you with our goods, please do not let the cloth drop from our hands and hold the muskets behind our backs.

When the line infantry marched toward the earth in neat steps, when the cold cannons fired scorching shells.

Jiang Zirui stood at the harbor, watching the ironclad ships and merchant ships raise their red dragon flags, and pointed his finger into the distance.

"Let's go! Free trade!"

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!"

[Protagonist: Not a time traveler but can be considered one + Information advantage + No cheats + Many flaws + Third-rate background + Unscrupulous + Mediocre intelligence + Focus on self]

I'm going to the battlefield tomorrow, and the only thing I can show off is the teleportation technique I practiced so hard to escape?

In the 36th year of Konoha, Fuusagi Touji was born into a third-rate family in Konoha. Due to forced graduation, he had no choice but to become a ninja...

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