20th Century

As you gaze upon the 20th century, you sense the potential for greatness that this era holds. The industrial revolution has paved the way for the modern age, and you see it as the perfect time to establish your empire. With a determined nod, you set your temporal powers to motion and transport yourself into this pivotal moment in history.

The moment you arrive, the cacophony of a rapidly changing world surrounds you. The city streets bustle with activity, the sounds of engines and footsteps mingling into a symphony of progress. You close your eyes and breathe in the distinct scent of a world in transformation - the heady mix of coal smoke and ambition mingling in the air.

Armed with your knowledge of the future and your mastery over time, establishing your network of lucrative companies and organizations feels like a game. You effortlessly create thriving ventures, generating vast wealth from technology, manufacturing, and construction industries. Behind closed doors, you pull the strings of your empire, ensuring your control remains unseen.

"You are doing well, sir," your loyal assistant remarks one day as they bring in the latest financial reports. The papers rustle in their hands, audibly displaying the ever-growing number of the successful companies under your control.

"Thank you," you smile, signaling for them to leave the room.

As you lay down the foundations of your empire, you make certain that the events in history remain unchanged. After all, the people who you wish to see born must come to be. With your omnipotent control, you manipulate events on an unseen level, guiding the world through countless trials while ensuring the timeline remains true to your knowledge.

The years pass, and your invisible influence grows. The world unknowingly reveres the names of your companies and corporations, little suspecting the immense power you hold over the course of history. Through the successful execution of your master plan, you stand as the world's hidden puppet master, crafting the world as you see fit.

One night, as you stand on the terrace of an opulent penthouse overlooking the city that lies at the heart of your empire, a sense of satisfaction fills your being. The smells of smog and determination waft upwards from the sprawling metropolis below, merging with the faint wind that brushes your cheek.

"Sir, your drink," a voice says, barely audible over the sounds of the city.

You turn and accept the crystal glass filled with the finest whiskey the 20th century has to offer. You take a sip, savoring the rich, smoky flavor and ponder how far you have come. Your influence touches every corner of the globe, and yet the world still has no idea who truly stands behind the curtain.

"To power," you whisper into the night, raising your glass in a silent toast.

"To power," you hear echoed in the whispers of the wind, the words a testament to the empire you've built across time.

Now that you have all the powers and wealth one could ever obtain, you pay your attention to your own leisure. Even without you here, the companies and corporations you have created will continue to operate far into the future, allowing you take control of them any time. You decide to skip ahead and have all the fun this world has to offer, especially all those that you ensure would be born one way or another.