Queen Victoria succeeded to the throne from 1837 until her death in 1901, and the period of her reign is known as the Victorian era, which belongs to the Golden Age of Britain.

The Victorian era, which followed the Georgian era and later the Edwardian era, is considered the pinnacle of the British Industrial Revolution and the British Empire. Putting aside all emotional tendencies to make an objective evaluation, the British Empire in this period really went to the top of the world.

The Victorian era is considered to be the culmination of the Industrial Revolution in Britain and the heyday of the British economy and culture, when the British economy accounted for 70% of the world's economy. At that time, Britain's industrial production capacity was greater than that of the whole world combined, and its foreign trade volume exceeded that of any other country in the world.

The richness of this empire, which has never been seen before, has attracted the attention of both the old and new worlds.

In this era, the tide of scientific invention is surging, people believe in scientific progress, and are full of unprecedented optimism and confidence in the industrial revolution. The advent of steamboats led to an unprecedented boom in transportation and trade, and railway traffic extended in all directions through the east, west, north and south.

Britain's politics, economy, and society are changing rapidly, and it is a glorious era of prosperity and prosperity in which science, culture, and industry have been greatly developed. The development of the printing press contributed to an unprecedented flourishing of literature and art, and this period also led to the formation of progressive ideas of equality between men and women and racial equality, and the abolitionist movement in the United States was the embodiment of this progressive idea.

It can be said that this was the period of the so-called "empire on which the sun never sets", the most powerful of Britain.

There are even many historians who believe that the real end of this fascinating era came after the end of the First World War.

It wasn't until 1936, when the Crystal Palace, built during the first World's Fair, collapsed that the Victorian era truly came to an end.

The fire cooks the oil, and the flowers bloom until they are in full bloom and decay.

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Although Mr. Smith did not specialize in history, as a successful person who had climbed to a certain height without anyone behind him, he was naturally not a fool who did not learn anything.

So after two days of ignorance, he determined that he was in the background of an era close to the Victorian period at the end of the 19th century.

Of course, intellectually confirming this matter does not mean that his sensibility can accept it as a matter of course, the United States does not have such a prosperous online literary world as China, nor does it have the baptism of various crossings that are popular, so Mr. Smith naturally does not have that kind of receptivity.

In 19th-century London, the air was heavily polluted and foggy, thick and persistent, and the weather was cold, damp and oppressive......

The rain fell on the streets of Baker Street, the street lamps on both sides were lit, the dim orange and yellow reflected the trail of the sloping rain line, and the rusty black iron railings were slowly dyed with damp moisture......

Except for the faint glow of the fireplace in the windows of some houses, many of the houses on both sides of the street were actually pitch black, unlit, and occasionally a heavy horse-drawn carriage scurried through the street......

God knows what kind of shocking and inexplicable feeling he had in his heart when he saw such a scene for the first time!

Smith even wondered if he had walked into a Victorian landscape painting, which must have been a joke played by God and himself - he came back to life in the explosion of five conventionally equivalent nuclear missiles, not only did he not die, but he was not even injured, and he woke up again in good health in the Victorian British capital?

If it weren't the perfect God who brought all this about, it must be a demon with great power that can easily overturn even the eternal past!

Smith didn't suspect that this was a dream, or a hallucination or something, but in the past two days, he suppressed all kinds of complex emotions, gave full play to his cautious and careful advantages, and started from the details-

Then he was stunned to find that this was the real world...... Or unreal, but humans don't have any ability to tell the difference!

The devil is in the details, if he can't even find any problems in the details, then it makes no difference whether he is trapped in a virtual world like a brain in a vat, or whether he has really returned to a piece of history in the past.

Just like those triple-A masterpieces that cost tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars to create, a world embodied in various next-generation games is naturally very realistic in general, with real graphics, delicate characters, and reasonable plot backgrounds......

Anyway, you can blow it as much as you want, just like the real virtual world.

- But if you start with all kinds of details, it's not enough.

For example, the files in the game, in addition to the text associated with them, when you walk into a library, thousands of books must only have one sticker, and you can't open them at all......

For example, every NPC in the game world looks alive and lifelike, just like a real person. "They" can fluently carry out various plot dialogues, which are reasonable, logical, and can even show corresponding emotions according to the scene.

But "they" are always pre-programmed, and they only have specific plot dialogues, and they don't have a complete life and past.

And in the face of behaviors that go beyond the scope of the "plot", "they" will not have any response.

Although it's not to say that the setting of the game is copied, it's probably such a similar line of thought, and the devil is in the details.

If it were a false world, it would be unimaginable to recreate everything in the Victorian era and simulate the real history 100% of the time.

Mr. Smith, who always had some concept and understanding of this aspect, tried very hard to use his brain, and tried to study some details about this strange world from these aspects, but the result was that he was dizzy.

This world is absolutely real to human perception and ability, no matter what the truth behind it is, it is absolutely real for him!

- As long as this point is clear, it is enough!

Did he really not die in the nuclear explosion, but returned to London, England in the 19th century?

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Standing in front of the window, looking out at the gloomy night of Baker Street, the oppressive dampness of the dim street lamps not illuminating, Mr. Smith was distraught, and looked back at the drawing-room, only to see that the roaring fire of the fireplace was radiating a warm glow.

The firelight illuminates the dimly lit living room and brings warmth, dispelling the lingering cold and dampness of London at this time.

This reassured Mr. Smith a little, and though he didn't understand why, he woke up in the house at 44 Baker Street with vague memories in his mind.

To be precise, it is more like a personal information of his character in this historical period and in this world.

This keeps him from becoming a black tenant and gives him a sensible past, most importantly so that he has enough finances to live here without having to worry about other troubles for the time being.

His role in this world seems to be that of a lawyer, middle-class, earning close to five hundred pounds a year...... If it had been before, Mr. Smith would not have been able to calculate how much it was.

However, because of the inexplicable impressions and cognitions in his mind, he just knew that this was already a high-paid class. Because generally speaking, a single lady at this time can live well if she has an income of sixty pounds.

Although it refers to "very good" in line with one's own social class, it is certainly not comparable to those aristocrats, bankers, and industrialists whose annual income often exceeds 10,000 pounds.

And Mr. Smith didn't go to work for the past two days, and the problem didn't seem to be big, he vaguely "remembered" that he seemed to be sick a few days ago, so he rested at home for the past two days, and the reason was also that people couldn't laugh or cry.

Because the fog in London had been particularly severe in the previous two days, "he" could not see the road and fell headlong into the River Thames. It was originally a cold and damp weather, but the wet and cold wind blew all the way back, and the result was naturally sick......

This is really well-founded and convincing.

The walls of the living room are covered with some faded wallpaper, the floor is painted dark brown, and there are sofas, chairs, rugs, books, etc. The middle class has some spare money, and it is natural to do some decoration.

Although this house is not Mr. Smith's, whether it is the one who wakes up now, or the person who represents the identity before...... The house was rented by Mr. Smith for a period of three years, during which time he was allowed to use the furniture with care but not damage the interior, and the landlord would take on the responsibility of renovating the house.

"What the hell is going on......"

Returning to his seat in front of the fireplace and sitting down, looking at the fire, Mr. Smith frowned as he pondered what he should do next, whether he should make a long-term plan or something.

He wasn't stupid, and a little thought about what happened to him before he came into this world made him have a reasonable association.

No matter which great hidden unknown being orchestrated this scene and created his current situation, there is definitely a reason, and it is impossible to compensate for his tragic experience, so he specially let his life start over......

Taking a step back, he doesn't think he's a good person, although he won't be completely full of sin and blood, but he is definitely the kind of person who can't go to heaven.

Mr. Smith's perception of himself is still quite B-numbered. He gradually accepted the reality during the two days, and made up his mind that whether it was a god or a demon that allowed him to have another life, he would kneel down and praise the greatness of the other party.

It was precisely because he knew how terrible it was to be killed by a nuclear explosion that he knelt so neatly and decisively now, and it was the greatest god who could make himself alive and alive again, even if the other party's essence was a demon.

And another key point is that his heart is full of anger and hatred for the U.S. government......

Now, Mr. Smith is only wondering what the unknown Great Being wants to do with himself, and what he wants to achieve...... Why didn't you give yourself any instructions or orders?