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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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The Wraiths

On the foggy night of the Yellow Sea, an Aircraft Carrier belonging to the Imperial Ruthenian Navy was sailing on the calm seas. On the flight deck, flight and deck crews spurred on as they fulfilled their respective task. 

One of them was a Wraith Pilot, Lieutenant Rasul Rustamev, who was enjoying the sea breeze kissing his face as he waited for his co-pilot, Lieutenant Medet Marlenev. 

He watched as the scenery displaying the mechanism of the flight deck played before him. He can never get bored looking at how men and women coordinate with one another with trust and confidence so that pilots like him can efficiently execute the missions handed over to them.

"Lieutenant, sorry if I kept you for too long. I just went for a quick bite down in the mess hall because my stomach craves it," Medet said as he rubbed his belly with a satisfied look on his face.

"You don't have to explain everything to me, as long as you don't get late, it won't be a problem."