Rong Wenyan travels back to the American colonies of 1770, founding a pharmaceutical company and becoming the mayor of a small town. Faced with the escalating independence movement, he neither wants to help the Continental Congress violently resist taxes, nor does he want to be an accomplice of the British. [History + Farming + Light Fantasy + Harem] Reader group: 326460817

Chen Xing, who was arguing with netizens, was stunned. Good news: He'd transmigrated! Bad news: He'd transmigrated to Tsarist Russia! Damn it! I'll test whether this netizen's claim of Russia being able to dominate Europe is true! Good news: I'm the heir to the throne! Bad news: Seems like I can't win... Chen Xing plans to prioritize technology. Bad news: Chen Xing is a complete novice; he doesn't know how to develop technology. Good news: The wife sent by Prussia seems quite capable. ---------- Pure transmigration without a system. Relying on his knowledge of European history and advanced technology, he builds a powerful nation and dominates Europe. This is the eve of the Industrial Revolution, the eve of a war-torn era in Europe. Watch the protagonist pave his way to the end, leaving others with no path to follow.

The Seven Years' War (1756-1763) marked the beginning of Great Britain's transformation into the British Empire, the prelude to the independence of the United States, and the emergence of Prussia as a major power. During this war, a minor figure named Prince Pinney, the abandoned eldest son of a Caribbean sugar plantation family, was exiled to America. On his way, a protagonist carrying 21st-century knowledge arrived and replaced him. Thus began his own path to rise in America! Sugar plantations! This was the most prevalent economic system of the time, but how could someone exiled to America cultivate sugarcane? Tobacco! This was the dominant product of America, but what power did an abandoned "eldest son" have to compete with the tobacco family, especially the future President of the United States—George Warren…?

[CK3 + Kingdom of Heaven + Assassins + No System + Farming + Reviving Rome] Transmigrated into a leper prince with a mysterious past, his mother is Maria Komnina, a noblewoman of Komnen, and his father… possibly King Amori I of Jerusalem? No such person exists in history; he's a pawn from the start. But as a fervent CK3 player, treachery, intrigue, farming, brainwashing… are all basic keyboard skills. The Eastern Roman Emperor Alexius II is my best friend; King Baldwin IV the Leper is my "brother" and strict teacher; the Balian of Ibelin is my stepfather; the Assassins are my shadowy blade. I farm and develop, beating up the Roms and kicking the Ayyubids. When the Crusaders look eastward in bewilderment, the Holy City has already pledged allegiance to me. When the Mongol cavalry marches in, I have rebuilt the Roman legions. Faith? I will unify it. Empire? I will revive it. This time, Augustus…

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.