A/N
I will be giving a lot of details for things like Banking and science-related topics. But I will not be telling how to create anything destructive, cause I don't want to be flagged for T*rrorism lol.
"GAHHH!" A shout was heard from behind a door.
A man with a lab coat and sunglasses rushed out of the door, carrying a dead body, which had foam coming out. That dead person's name was Karl Simons, a brilliant scientist/politician who had revolutionised the scientific community in America.
He was assassinated because he was getting too powerful...
Karl's POV:
'Why do I feel so warm?' Karl thought.
'I am not able to open my eyes... and where was the pain I felt just a few moments ago?' He thought further.
"Hello, Karl," A mysterious voice was heard.
"Uh? Who's there?" Karl shouted in panic.
"I am a god. There were a few issues about 2000 years ago. Rome should never have fallen, and the technological level of your era should have been achieved nearly 1000 years ago. My allies and I were able to reverse time by a few hundred years. I will be sending you back so that you can change the world. You were the only one capable among the recently deceased. So I will take you back in time, though, there will be major differences on Earth, such as the names of places, borders, and culture. There will be a few enemies of mine who will help your foes, so I recommend that you get powerful quickly without gaining recognition. This way, you can easily overwhelm your enemies. Also, don't worry, they won't have divine powers and such, they will still play by the rules of mortals.
"Umhh, so what exactly am I supposed to do?" Karl asked.
"You are responsible for creating new technology. Although you can help create technology, you should not be the sole person creating it; you must share your knowledge with other people and make it so that your future empire will stand even after your death," God replied.
"Alright, my lord, I will do as you ask of me," Karl replied.
"Good, you will be reborn as a baron in the region of northern England," God said.
Karl soon fell unconscious after god flicked his fingers. He has already been given the necessary information by Karl, so there was no need to keep him in his realm.
January 12th, 1241 CE,
"It's a boy!" A female voice was heard.
'Why can't I stop crying?' Karl thought. 'Looks like it's an instinct for babies to cry when they are born,'
"Great! His name shall be Karl Edmund Hawley! He will be the next baron of Shropshire!" A young man said with happiness. He was Karl's father, Richard Parm Hawley.
'Soo god didn't lie, I am a son of a baron, by the looks of it, I am of English descent,' Karl thought.