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In France, just entered Versailles, with the identity of the Crown Prince. The only problem was that the reigning king was Louis XVI, and in two years, he'd be "snapped"... Since I couldn't rely on dear old dad and the ministers, I had to take matters into my own hands to reform France! First, make a bit of easy money to solve the financial crisis that had plagued the nation for hundreds of years. Then give a harsh lesson to those nobles harboring treacherous intentions and plotting to seize power. Next, confiscate the Church's abundant lands, acquired without lifting a finger. Industry, technology, agriculture, commerce—I will all advance side by side, I, the greatest Crown Prince in France! That year, when the little British struggled with the allied forces at his borders, I simply took over his little island. That year, my sword pointed at all of Europe, the magnificent feat Napoleon didn't accomplish, I will achieve!!!

The crumbling Vienna System is unable to stop the rise of the Second Empire, as the Emperor's nephew is about to visit his faithful Paris. Protector of the Apennine, Honorary Chairman of the Rhine Federation, Close Ally of the Kingdom of Spain, French Empire Augustus Jerome Bonaparte: I will make France great again! -------------------- (Reasonable historical deduction party, Paradox Interactive game players rejoice!)

No system, pure time travel, relying on intelligence and knowledge to control the situation, do not enter if you do not like it. ----------------------- The protagonist travels to the Republic of France and becomes a quasi-rich third generation in a family of agricultural tractors. Unfortunately, it is near Paris. The Germans will soon come here, and to preserve the family, France must be saved. Gallieni: "God, the enemy actually presented their flank to us!" Xia Fei: "This can't be true, could it be a trap?" Protagonist: "The food is ready, go ahead, do I need to feed it to your mouth?" German Army: "Is this a tractor factory? What are these steel monsters that are impervious to knives and guns?"

Modesty! Honesty! Compassion! Bravery! Justice! Sacrifice! Honor! Faith! He is a lich, yet he upholds the knightly spirit! He is a lich, yet he remains steadfast in his faith of light! "With a formidable enemy at hand, fearless and unobstructed! Daring and loyal, worthy of the Holy Spirit! Loyal and upright, willing to die unyielding! Protecting the weak, never going against heaven's principles!" Standing at the top of the world, no matter how great the storm, nothing can stop him from following the steps of the Holy Spirit! Not even the Holy Spirit! ... This is a romantic legendary story of a chatty cat and a lich who dedicates his body and soul to the light! Yes, "romantic," not deceiving you! That's just how it is!

An Ning transmigrated to a parallel universe in the year 1780, initially hoping to use his understanding of history to remain neutral and become a wealthy landlord, seeking neither fame nor recognition in the troubled times. However, it seems that the course of events has somewhat spiraled out of his control. 'Respected General, we acknowledge no one but you,' said the young Captain with the surname Bonaparte.

France, 1934. The scars of the Great War still shape the military minds of the Third Republic. Trapped in the past, its generals place their faith in fortifications and defensive warfare, while across the Rhine, a new German army rises, faster, deadlier, and ready to crush everything in its path. Into this world awakens Captain Étienne Moreau, a man who should not exist. He remembers another life, one where France falls in 1940, where German tanks storm through the Ardennes, bypassing the Maginot Line. One where his country surrenders in a matter of weeks. But here, now, he has a chance to stop it. As an officer in the 2nd Armored Division, he fights for reforms: pushing for mobile tank warfare, warning of Hitler’s growing ambitions, and challenging the high command’s obsession with World War I tactics. Yet, his ideas are dismissed as radical, madness from a young officer who "thinks he knows war." Surrounded by political intrigue, military infighting, and rising fascism, Moreau must carefully navigate the system, winning allies among future leaders like Charles de Gaulle, while avoiding suspicion from the French High Command. His knowledge is a double-edged sword, if he is too aggressive, he risks being labeled a traitor. If he does nothing, he will live to see France burn. As war draws closer, Moreau faces a terrifying question: Can history be changed? Or is France doomed to fall, no matter what he does? Time is running out. The Blitzkrieg is coming. And he may be France’s last chance to fight back. -------------- Join my Discord Server. https://discord.gg/jma9zt3eNs

Victor Hugo: "You all call me the 'Conscience of France,' but right now it beats in Lionel's breast!" Émile Zola: "'Naturalism' or 'Realism'? No, only Lionel's 'Modernism' belongs to the 20th century!" Gustave Flaubert: "Maupassant was my best student, Lionel my confidant." Guy de Maupassant: "Lionel's only shortcoming was that he had not contracted the noble, majestic syphilis." Anton Chekhov: "What else do we need in this world besides sunshine, air, water, and a smile? Lionel's works, of course!" Leo Tolstoy: "Are you suggesting that I go to Sweden to accept the Nobel Prize that Lionel Sorel refused?" Arthur Conan Doyle: "To be Sherlock Holmes's assistant, to be accepted by Lionel... Author- The wind blows through the long night. I am trying to improve the Translation

This young man in his early life as a teenager is considered to be a talent born once every century. A modern Shakespeare. Highly regarded by thousands of people all around the globe with his tear-jerking creations of love story that will make men and women cry. In short, a genius. But everyone knew of his true nature. Despite being awarded countless awards as one of the best romance author in the whole world, he's... clueless. Everything about love. His cold demeanor and a stone cold face shows no signs of attractions or feelings to anyone. He doesn't feel any attraction to anyone. Now, he enters the first years of his high school life. Several interesting characters entered his life in which fate clearly planned to. Will he be able to feel the feelings of the character he writes in his novels or will he just be the same old, cold and heartless, 'Void Writer'? AUTHOR'S NOTE: As much as I'd like to reference real books in the real world in this story, I'm afraid that I cannot since there's copyrights and licensing protecting those things. And I'm not going to risk it. So that's why most of the books in this story will be made up by me.

#no-harem Hope doesn't exist in Argent. You live inside a barrier, and everything outside has been destroyed and filled with corruptors. There's absolutely no chance of killing them, magic, fire, water, nothing damages them. But what if your ability didn't try to damage? What if it simply rearranged things? Allaran gets his answer the day he turns twenty one. The same day he faced Exile by the system and was teleported into the wasteland. The ability he receives is Switch, the power to swap the location of two objects with a thought. Useless. Embarrassing. When a Corruptor finds him in the wasteland. Allaran, with nothing left to lose, points his useless power at an unkillable monster. Turns out immunity doesn't matter when your head is suddenly six feet away from your body. Level up. Allaran stares at the notification, then at the corpse, then back at the notification. "We could level up?" Nobody told him that. Nobody told any of them. Argent has been throwing people into this wasteland for generations, and not a single person ever came back to say there was something to survive for. Now he's alive when he shouldn't be. The warehouse clerk with the worst ability just broke the one rule nobody believed could be broken. And if he can level up from killing corruptors? He's just getting started.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"