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Reincarnated as an Imperial Prince

A scientific genius named Thomas Harrier was transmigrated to an imperial prince body after a car accident that took his life. He found out that he is in a world similar to our own with a timeline akin to early twentieth century. The body that he is occupying was the imperial prince of a failing empire who suddenly rose to power after a successful assassination attempt of his father. Unaware that the attack is just the beginning of what is to come. He faces many challenges throughout. Will Thomas Harrier be able to live his second life in peace while running an empire and getting it back to its former glory? Or will he succumb into a conspiracy lurking within the country's borders? Expect some: Cold war era techs. Super battleship with advanced electronics, propulsion, and fire control systems? Helicopters? Missiles? Modern medicines and equipment? AC-130? A nuke? Challenger or Abrams or Leopard? F-4 Phantom or MIG-21? Colored TV's. Everything!!! Donation link: https://ko-fi.com/sorryimjustdiamond PS. Cover not mine, I just found it on google. If you are the owner and want me to take it down, then you can reach me in the comment section.

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Discussion with the Yamato Ambassador

"Allow me to begin by apologizing for calling you out here on such short notice. I'm sure you must be wondering why you are here, Mister Omono," Alexander started the meeting, leaning over with his hand clasped together and resting them on the desk in front of him, a slight frown tugging at the edges of his mouth as he did so. "There was a situation developing in the Far East, particularly in the Yellow Sea. Are you aware that your country has sent a fleet to the area?" 

Omono didn't reply immediately, simply staring blankly back which eventually turned into a frown. 

"What are you talking about, Your Majesty?" 

"Are you aware that the Imperial Yamato Navy First Fleet is in the Yellow Sea?" Alexander repeated his question, pressing down harder on the desk to keep his expression firm and unmoving.

"I believe you have been misinformed, Your Majesty." 

"Is that the truth?" 

"Yes. We have moved no such fleet into the Yellow Sea,"