SorryImJustDiamond

There was a man in the modern world that built his business empire from scratch. He was hailed as a genius by his peers and was respected worldwide due to his contributions to the world.

If it is not only for that unfortunate accident that led to his death. He was a man who could potentially change the world with his mind that still stores a plethora of ideas. 

But—fate had others plan with him. He found himself in another world, what’s more, it’s primitive and technologically backwards compared to his last world. And what’s more, he turned into his younger self, and in this world, he was an orphaned boy. 

For him to survive, he must use everything that he had at his disposal, and that was all in his head.

Building a Conglomerate in Another World

The Winter Palace, St. Petersburg.

The grand halls of the Winter Palace were eerily silent as Tsar Nicholas II read the telegram from Vladivostok. His fingers clenched the paper so tightly that the edges crumpled. The words burned in his mind.

Total defeat. The Pacific Fleet decimated. Admiral Kornilov dead. Japan holds Tsushima Strait.

The Russian Empire—one of the greatest powers on Earth—had lost to the Japanese.

The Tsar's breath was slow, controlled—but his eyes burned with fury.

A group of ministers and generals stood before him, each waiting for his reaction. The air was thick with tension. No one dared speak first.

Finally, Grand Duke Alexei, his closest advisor, took a step forward.

"Your Majesty… this is a setback, but it is not the end. We must—"

The Tsar slammed his crystal glass against the wall, shattering it. The room flinched.

"A setback?" Nicholas spat. "You call this humiliation a setback?"

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