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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Note: This is a good novel, but since it’s still new and I don’t have a proofreader, I’m currently relying on AI to catch errors. For now, my main focus is advancing the story, but I plan to come back later to polish the text, fix mistakes, and possibly even modify the plot if needed. I’d really appreciate it if you could leave notes on what you think should be changed or improved. Thank you!

I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad with the same name.

That morning, a thick blanket of snow covered the buildings of Bastogne, giving the small town an air of peace and tranquility.


Inside Pierre's command post, everyone wore smiles on their faces, exuding confidence.


It wasn't just because the Germans surrounding them had run out of food, but also because two pieces of good news had arrived half an hour earlier. The first was:


This referred to the rapid advance of Patton's Third Army's left wing toward Bastogne—they had already broken through the German lines. The second message came from the Eighth Army:


Chapter 139 - Chapter 149: We Can't Let Patton Steal the Glory