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Reincarnated as an Imperial Prince

A scientific genius named Thomas Harrier was transmigrated to an imperial prince body after a car accident that took his life. He found out that he is in a world similar to our own with a timeline akin to early twentieth century. The body that he is occupying was the imperial prince of a failing empire who suddenly rose to power after a successful assassination attempt of his father. Unaware that the attack is just the beginning of what is to come. He faces many challenges throughout. Will Thomas Harrier be able to live his second life in peace while running an empire and getting it back to its former glory? Or will he succumb into a conspiracy lurking within the country's borders? Expect some: Cold war era techs. Super battleship with advanced electronics, propulsion, and fire control systems? Helicopters? Missiles? Modern medicines and equipment? AC-130? A nuke? Challenger or Abrams or Leopard? F-4 Phantom or MIG-21? Colored TV's. Everything!!! Donation link: https://ko-fi.com/sorryimjustdiamond PS. Cover not mine, I just found it on google. If you are the owner and want me to take it down, then you can reach me in the comment section.

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Some Issues in the Far East

In a certain bar in Dalniy Manchuria, Ruthenian soldiers from the four branches of the military, which are the air force, navy, army, and coastguard were singing boisterously. The bar was filled to the brim with bursting with drunken men and women all celebrating one thing or another. One man stood at the bar with his arms crossed looking around for something important and not finding it. He grumbled as he looked back down towards the bartender who was busy mixing something that looked like an alcoholic drink. 

"Have you seen my pen? I believe it fell somewhere over there." The bearded man pointed towards an empty space on the counter. The bartender turned around and shook his head. 

"That's sad then. Oh, how careless of me, I was writing my daily entry in my diary, and yet here I am drooping for my lost pen." His friend patted him on the shoulder.