One day, He discovered that he could travel back to a primitive era at any time.
He taught people to cultivate and sow fire into the earth.
Fire wiped out all barbarism, and a new era was born from the scorched earth.
The moment words appeared, civilization finally had meaning.
Wilderness, stone tools, farming, bronze, history carries the past. And He is writing the future.
But crises are everywhere, famine, disaster beasts, and star tides are all around us, and civilization is on the verge of collapse.
"O king, save your people!"
All spirits knelt outside the palace and shouted.
Looking at the people below, He was not afraid of the future.
Because, behind him.
It produces tens of billions of tons of steel every year, handles hundreds of millions of intellectuals every year, and has an overwhelming number of fighter jets, naval ships, and millions of troops...
Modern empire.
