A struggling businessman on the verge of bankruptcy finds himself drunk one night, only to wake up in the past—specifically, in 1943 London, amidst the chaos of World War II.

This is an era of both immense danger and unprecedented opportunity. It is a time when the British Empire, once the unrivaled superpower where the sun never set, is finally witnessing the dusk of its dominion. Meanwhile, the United States is rising to claim the mantle of global leadership, reshaping the world's balance of power.

This is the era where everything begins—where old rulers step down and new powers rise to take their place. This is the era where Pierre finds himself, an era filled with the kind of opportunity he never had before. A small, precious chance to rise, to become a giant, to seize the throne of power, to become a ruler, a world hegemon.

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"Boss, do you really think this can be used in combat?"


There was still some uncertainty in Sun Tianlei's voice.


"Can it really kill Japanese soldiers?"


"Trust me—it can. Not only can it kill them—it can kill a lot of them."


Smiling, Pierre looked at Sun Tianlei and added:


"As long as, one day, we don't regret it."


"Regret? Why would we regret it? After everything the Japanese did to us? Did they ever regret it?"


Pierre nodded slightly. He knew Sun Tianlei's attitude represented that of most Chinese people—blood must be repaid with blood.


When Galston and the other Americans eventually realized their work could lead to the deaths of 20 million Japanese civilians, what would they think?


**Would they become saints like Oppenheimer—**overwhelmed with guilt, claiming their hands were soaked in blood?


"Saints must die first in times of chaos…"


Seeing his boss go quiet, Sun Tianlei asked curiously:


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