1856: Starting with the Family

I transmigrated to 1856 and became the last Ming prince on the west coast of North America.

I didn’t have a System with me, just the Imperial Seal and a complete copy of Exploitation of the Works of Nature.

The Victorian era? The British Empire, where the sun never sets?

When my steam-powered paddle-wheel ships broke through the Strait of Georgia, when production-line-made Chongzhen Year Seventeen rifles fired in unison, and when the Dragon-Rising Railway stretched across the Rocky Mountains…

The British governor trembled at the negotiating table. “Sir, this is against the rules of the Empire.”

I pointed at the red territory on the new world map.

“Rules?”

“From today on, the steel of New Ming is the rule.”