MTL - Overturned Tower - Chapter 12 Protection and Surveillance

I once sat and discussed with Newton, and I also walked side by side with Einstein.

I messed with Planck’s hairstyle, and I also wrote the preface to Zhang Zhongjing’s Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases.

All in all, this is a story about a schoolmaster traveling through time and space in ancient and modern China and abroad, using the wisdom of the predecessors to open up the future of mankind.

What? You say this is unscientific?

No, it’s very scientific!

Note:

This book is a black science and technology article, not the flow of the heavens, not the flow of the infinite, the protagonist will not have superpowers, everyone will know after reading it.

There is also an old book “Handbook of Conquering Another World” high-end 30,000 orders with an average order of 8,000+, welcome to read.

- Description from novelbuddy

In the myriad realms, legends rise and fall in the countless eras.

Forcefully brought over from the modern world to an alternate world, Wang Chong felt detached and lived his life aimlessly.

However, when calamity struck and he saw his family and everything he cared for being torn apart, he felt regret.

Thus, he stood up and eventually became the Grand Marshal of the Central Plains, leading an army against those who seek to destroy all he cherished.

Yet, despite all his efforts, it was already too late to reverse destiny.

But before his death, a shooting star, the same one which brought him to this world, appeared before him, and he was given another chance to undo his regrets.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.