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Creating an Industrial Empire in 19th Century Parallel World

In a tragic accident, mechanical engineer Poul Nielsen and his best friend, civil engineer Jonathan Axelsen, are killed when a truck crashes into the coffee shop where they were hanging out. Suddenly, they find themselves transmigrated to a parallel world in the late 19th-century country of Avalonia. In this world, they'll need to work tirelessly to earn enough pennies to survive. But they won't settle for just getting by - they want to become the Edison, the Chrysler, the Rockefeller, the Carnegie, the Ford, and the Westinghouse of this new world. In a world without electricity, Poul and Jonathan decide to start an electric power distribution company. But that's not enough - they also want to build appliances and motors to make their business profitable. They see the opportunity to revolutionize ground transportation, and they start an automotive manufacturing company. They tackle huge infrastructure projects such as metro stations, skyscrapers, bridges, tunnels, and dams by starting their own civil engineering firm. They even invest in the arms manufacturing industry. But the road to success won't be easy. Fierce competition awaits them, as robber barons are willing to do everything to crush their competitors. Predator against predator, and government intervention. Poul and Jonathan must use all their engineering expertise and business acumen to navigate this treacherous landscape. Join Poul and Jonathan on their journey to become the wealthiest men in the world in a parallel universe where anything is possible.

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Cell

Meanwhile, in the depths of London, Poul Nielsen languished within the suffocating confines of a dimly lit solitary cell. The darkness enveloped him, its oppressive weight pressing upon his weary spirit, leaving him isolated and devoid of hope.

His world had been reduced to the claustrophobic dimensions of this desolate enclosure, where the echoes of his own footsteps were the only sounds to break the eerie silence. Time became an elusive concept as the minutes stretched into agonizing hours, and the walls seemed to close in on him, amplifying his sense of confinement.

The air in the cell was stale, tainted with a lingering dampness that clung to his skin and permeated his every breath. It carried no hint of the outside world, no reminder of life beyond these grim confines. Poul's existence had been reduced to mere existence, stripped of purpose and connection.'