The Gilded Throne: the Gears of Time

In a second-hand bookstore in 2025, a yellowed "History of Noble Life in the Victorian Era" suddenly burned in the palm of my hand - when Chen Guanlin opened his eyes again, he turned out to be the youngest son of Baron Conroy in Berkshire in 1853! But the Conroy family is no longer the powerful family that could control Queen Victoria! What's worse is that the old man won't survive next spring. When the seal of inheritance was still held in the hands of the dying man, when the dignity of the entire family was about to rot in the mud, George Ponsonby Conroy touched the corpse that suddenly appeared on his chest and heard the creaking of the gears of destiny. The seven-fold gear of the difference engine began to rotate, and the extraordinary context that had been erased by history was as clear as day in front of our eyes: the knight's silver sword split the fog, the whisper of the false god penetrated the stained-glass windows of the church, and even the tentacles of the old rulers crawled in the London sewers... Experience the American Civil War, seize the throne of power of the emerging powers, and start the digital revolution of steampunk to fight against the erosion of the earth's soul by alien gods deep in the galaxy. When the fog in London was still wrapped in the arrogance of the old aristocracy, when the emerging steam was breaking through the feudal shell, people in the Victorian era were obsessed with the magic of precision machinery. Little did they know that fanatical belief could lead to the birth of the throne of a new god. A soul from the East wanted to carve his name on the gears of the times with his own hands in front of this gilded throne. (Ps: The old baron's legacy? Gotta get ahead of death. As for those nobles who say that the Conroy family should go to their ancestral graves - it's too late to cry when my difference engine calculates your death date! )