The Soviet Union in 1918 was in the darkness before dawn.

More than three million White Army, rebels, and foreign interventionist forces occupied three-quarters of the Soviet Union's territory.

The newly established regime was in a precarious state, with evil hands reaching out to the last embers of revolution.

When faced with a moral dilemma, will an ordinary person yield to capital or rise up in resistance...?

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?

"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.

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

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.

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.

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.