When I woke up, I became Zhu Xiongying, the grandson of Ming Dynasty Emperor.
The history books clearly stated: He died at the age of eight, his father died young, and the emperor's court was bloodbathed in his later years - this was a doomed fate.
But I decided to change my fate against fate.
Firewood-saving stoves, blast furnace steel, divine machine guns, ocean-going giant ships plowing through the waves...
I turned modern technology into the sharpest blade and gave Ming Dynasty the wings of the industrial revolution.
Zhu Yuanzhang, who was sitting on the dragon throne, had eyes as bright as a torch, and all the civil and military officials in the court held their breath.
He pointed at the map of mountains and rivers, and his voice was as deep as a bell:
"Xiongying, I leave this Ming Dynasty to you."
And I smiled slightly and looked at the steel giant rising outside the hall.
This world should no longer be just the Ming Dynasty.
