Swinging the sword to cut through the clouds and dreams

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America!

The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years!

But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America!

Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The rains of June drizzled, saturating the fields of the Lake Region. In the vast expanse of farmland, corn stalks sprouted, bean plants grew true leaves, and pumpkins put forth new shoots. Even the weeds peered out, gazing at the rainy season's sky. The land by the lake was so fertile, filled with the power of life.


Axolotl, clad in his raincoat, wearing a cloak, carrying a bamboo basket on his back, stood by the field ridges like an old farmer. He gazed absentmindedly at the fertile fields, unable to help murmuring softly to himself.


"With so much rain, everything can grow. The soil of the Southern Tribes is incredibly rich, truly a blessing from the Earth Mother Goddess!"


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