Edwin Howard—this man's life story was practically synonymous with legend in the memories of Klein's former self.
Especially that press conference more than four years ago, which lit up the night and made everyone realize the potential of electricity as an energy source.
Not only that, he had also casually produced telephones, films, telegraphs, radios, refrigerators, and air conditioners.
Even more outrageous, he had developed coal hydrogenation, refined high-quality gasoline, and then unveiled the internal combustion engine.
In just a few short years, he had directly launched this world into its second industrial revolution.
Was that something a human being could fucking accomplish?
Klein could not help but curse inwardly.
If Edwin was not a transmigrator, Klein would not believe it even if beaten to death.
No ordinary person, no matter how brilliant, could possibly fill out humanity's technological tree that quickly in just two years.
Moreover, he now even suspected that the Worker's Party, which had caused such a huge stir in this world, might also have been Edwin's handiwork.
After all, how could this world's other capitalists possibly have recognized the power of the working class?
With that thought in mind, he looked at the incandescent bulb nearby and could not help but let out a sigh of relief.
No matter what, at least he was not alone in this unfamiliar world—
After waiting for quite a while, until the daylight outside the window had completely replaced the indoor lighting and diluted the room's musty, woody smell somewhat, Klein finally pulled himself out of his chaotic thoughts.
He then left his room and entered the living room.
At the dining table, Benson was reading the newspaper, seemingly deep in thought.
Melissa, meanwhile, wore an apron printed with little flowers as she skillfully worked by the stove.
Amid the