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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  There is a grill in the lobby on the first floor of the factory. The barbecue on it is squeaking. Leo cuts off a piece with a knife, puts it into his mouth, and took another big gulp of beer.


  A Christmas party was playing on the TV. A graceful singer was singing. Henry, Matthew, Leo, and Kerry watched with great interest.


  Sean and Ryder went home to spend the holidays with their families.


  Neil went to the hospital to be with his wife.


  Richard's eyes had become inflamed in the past few days, and he was admitted to the Murphy Clinic. Dr. Murphy's advice to him was to wait until spring for an operation to solve the previous wound problem, and then he could install a prosthetic eye.


  There are only four of them left to spend Christmas together.


  Matthew picked up the dagger to cut the flesh. He suddenly stopped in the middle of cutting and looked up at the others. "No, there is movement at the door."


Chapter 38 - Chapter 38 Gun Fight