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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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Goodbyes

Vasili and his men exited the Royal Palace along with the King and his palace servants. 

The Righteous Army just finished cleaning up the bodies that had desecrated the palace grounds. They were jubilant as they were able to kill their occupiers who took their rights out of them.

The King was somehow stunned at the scene outside of his palace. He was on a strict order from the Yamato not to go outside during the duration of the war. The Yamato troops stationed in the royal palace were to enforce the order but they were killed in the covert operation conducted by the Ruthenian Special Forces and the Righteous Army.

He may not be able to go outside but he can feel the magnitude from his place alone. With the shaking of the ground, the loud guttural burst of rifles, and the men howling in anguish, it is as though he was sitting on a front row seat.