Traveling Through Daoguang, I, Qin Shihuang, Rule the World

"I... Died?" Ying Zheng's consciousness awakened in the boundless chaos and coldness, and his soul seemed to be grabbed by an invisible force and thrown into a bizarre tunnel. Suddenly, a bone-chilling yet majestic voice came from the depths of his soul. Qin Shihuang C-137. Based on your achievements and... Regrets, I now grant you thirty years of life and the knowledge of the world for the next two hundred years] [You can choose to live on for another 30 years] [Or... Do what every Qin Shihuang wants to do] No matter what you choose, we will not interfere Boom——! Before he could react, the torrent of information instantly engulfed his mind. The giant steel ship tore through the ocean, the iron birds roared in the sky, and there was a heart-piercing century-old humiliation - the empire was overthrown, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and the foreign barbarians trampled on him. His descendants of China were dubbed the "Sick Men of East Asia"! "Uh-huh!" The extreme anger and unwillingness almost tore his soul apart. The next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly. There is a bright yellow curtain in front of me, and the slight smell of ambergris remains on the tip of my nose. He was lying in a body that almost ruined the future of China - Emperor Daoguang of the Qing Dynasty. Ying Zheng could clearly feel the frailty of this body and the twilight of the times. With the fusion of his memories, this body that was about to run out of oil returned to its strongest period. At this time, the fire in Ying Zheng's eyes was stronger than when he unified the six countries. "A mere foreigner dares to invade China? Very good!" "Come here! Bring me the world map!"