The fjord lay still, its surface undisturbed, reflecting the leaden gray storm clouds overhead. Flocks of ravens circled and swooped, heralding the arrival of an icy northern wind. This was the first sight the protagonist beheld after traversing time to ninth-century Scandinavia. He found himself an ordinary self-sustaining farmer, possessing nothing more than a barren, desolate wheat field. For centuries, the glory of the Roman Empire had crumbled into dust, and the world lay fractured. Kings warred incessantly, and in this turbulent, grim medieval era, his foremost task was survival—then, to find a way to end the chaos.
When the Ottomans rise, Byzantium is about to perish, and the Russian Empire has not yet emerged, who will serve as the guardian of the Orthodox Church and lead Eastern Europe to rise again. Let the glory of the Roman Empire last.
(If there are any unreasonable things, they will be corrected. However, there is little information on the Balkans at this time, so please forgive me)
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?
William Bradley's past life was rather uneventful, so he decided to make this one more exciting. Unwittingly, he transformed himself into Hollywood's most legendary actor and the world's youngest billionaire. This book is also known as: *Friends All Over Hollywood*, *Those Years, the Male Gods I Dated in Hollywood*, *Vanity Fair (American Entertainment)*, *Stars in Hollywood*, and *Hollywood Stardom*. PS: Thanks to Forgotten You for your constant encouragement during my lazy writing days, and thanks to the cover by Love Is Enough. PPS: As the story unfolds, the films, actors' lives, awards, etc., mentioned in the story may differ from reality. Please read it as a fictional story.
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.
The story of an ordinary man who travels back in time to the body of Louis XVII before the French Revolution and escapes his fate of death.
The main characters: Louis XVII...
American entertainment, stocks, composers, singers, movie stars, media companies
Reborn into a slum, how will you survive?
Reborn in South Africa, Rock said: "I hope for world peace."
"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.