Great Ming: Industrial Might Crushes the Qing Dynasty in an Instant

After transmigrating as Zhu Tishun, the seventh emperor of the Australian Ming dynasty, he bound himself to the World Tree of National Destiny from the start. Its branches for technology, military affairs, agriculture, and people's livelihoods were all withered, while only a faint glimmer remained in the royal trunk. The System's prompt was blindingly blunt: expanding the harem could strengthen the nation's destiny, while appointing an empress would directly advance technology by a century. The entire court knelt and called him a foolish ruler, but he smiled and went through with the wedding. That night, green light surged through the World Tree's technology branches, and steam engines, alternating current, and ten-thousand-ton battleships were all brought into being within six months.

When Great Britain's Far East Fleet swaggered into Ming waters, Commander John was still on deck mocking the Ming navy as savages in wooden boats. At dawn the next day, the two-hundred-million-kilogram steel behemoth Mingxing emerged from the fog. One broadside blasted the enemy ships to pieces. Jack knelt among the prisoners, muttering, "Dear God, what kind of monster is that?" When the Embroidered Uniform Guard dragged Li Xiucai, a Manchu bannerman and scholar, to kneel before Zhu Tishun, he was still screaming, "The Qing are the rightful rulers!"

Zhu Tishun looked down at him and gently rubbed the cuff of his dragon robe. "Tell me, how much longer does Cixi have before she breathes her last? My Beiyang Fleet should come home."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.