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.

The double-headed eagle watched over his empire, gazing both at its former glory and the abyss of reality. In 1185, Constantinople fell to rebellion and betrayal, and the Komnen family's eagle standard fell sadly amidst blood and fire. In 1192, Tiberius on the banks of the Cura River welcomed two extraordinary guests. Alexius Komnen, a name born to bear the destiny of an empire, was forced to make his judgment before the end times. Would he follow in the footsteps of the old gods into destruction, or would he build a new order upon the ruins? His choice would determine the ultimate answer to Roman civilization. ——————Book Club: 809500903 (Welcome to join and discuss)