A struggling businessman on the verge of bankruptcy finds himself drunk one night, only to wake up in the past—specifically, in 1943 London, amidst the chaos of World War II.

This is an era of both immense danger and unprecedented opportunity. It is a time when the British Empire, once the unrivaled superpower where the sun never set, is finally witnessing the dusk of its dominion. Meanwhile, the United States is rising to claim the mantle of global leadership, reshaping the world's balance of power.

This is the era where everything begins—where old rulers step down and new powers rise to take their place. This is the era where Pierre finds himself, an era filled with the kind of opportunity he never had before. A small, precious chance to rise, to become a giant, to seize the throne of power, to become a ruler, a world hegemon.

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Note: This is a good novel, but since it’s still new and I don’t have a proofreader, I’m currently relying on AI to catch errors. For now, my main focus is advancing the story, but I plan to come back later to polish the text, fix mistakes, and possibly even modify the plot if needed. I’d really appreciate it if you could leave notes on what you think should be changed or improved. Thank you!

I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad with the same name.

Wait, shouldn't he be in Chengdu commanding the B-29 bombers right now?


History has taken a slight detour here. Originally, after nearly twenty months of "barbecue training" against Germany, LeMay, already a master of the craft, was transferred to the Pacific theater to command the 20th Bomber Command in the China-Burma-India region. There, he began his "barbecue" campaign against Japan, earning the title of Grandmaster of Barbecue.


But because of the advent of aerial refueling, bombing Tokyo became possible. To ensure the best results, under Roosevelt's intervention, LeMay—who had brilliantly orchestrated the "Hamburg firestorm" that killed over 100,000 Germans—was sent to the Pacific, to Amchitka Island.


Chapter 118 - Chapter 127: Master, Let's Send Some Warmth to the Little Japs Curtis LeMay.