From the Start, I Predicted the Fall of the Nation: The White-Haired Empress Begs Me to Come Out of Retirement

In 1911, the European meat grinder was about to start.

Arthur transmigrated into the Iron-Blooded Empire and knew that in three years, the great powers would carve it up.

To save up money to flee to a neutral country, he published The Theory of the Empire's Destruction under a pseudonym on the black market. He accurately predicted the leadership's strategic dead end and took the opportunity to mock the newly crowned white-haired Empress as a puppet who would bring about the nation's ruin.

He thought he would make a fortune, but in the middle of the night, the Royal Police threw a sack over his head and dumped him right at the feet of the white-haired Empress, who was on the brink of collapse.

“Sir, if you can't save the Empire, I'll have no choice but to ask you to die!”

Looking at the blade pressed against his neck, Arthur sighed and was forced to take on this hell-level mess.

Several years later.

When Albion's dreadnoughts were torn apart by packs of submarines from the deep;

When Gaul's steel defenses were mercilessly crushed by monsters with tank treads;

The great powers were horrified to discover that the dying Empire had transformed into a technological monstrosity sweeping across Europa!

On the day he reached the summit of the world, Arthur faced the reporters' cameras.

Now the Iron-Blooded Empire's chancellor, he spread his hands helplessly:

“At first, I really just wanted to earn enough for my fare and run away.”