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.

Time truly works in mysterious ways. Originally, Pierre had come to Italy specifically for their warships, but who could have imagined that the Italians themselves would eagerly deliver the ships right to his doorstep?


Not at all. Those warships, after the war, would be handed over to the Allies as part of war reparations. War reparations are a strange thing—although warships can be counted towards them, when it comes to calculating their value, the price is barely higher than scrap metal. Just like the German warships handed over after World War I, they were actually valued by their steel content.


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