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 ﻿As Napoleon was deep in thought, Ciela, his faithful assistant, barged in unannounced with a tray of breakfast delicacies. The sudden entrance caused him to jump in surprise, nearly spilling ink all over his desk.
 "Ciela, what the…please knock before entering. I nearly spilled the ink that could have ruined a week's worth of work," Napoleon said in a stern but gentle tone.
 "I apologize, Master," Ciela replied, with a grin on her face. "I couldn't contain my excitement to see you again."
 Napoleon let out a small chuckle. "You left just a few minutes ago, Ciela. What could possibly have changed in that short amount of time?"
 Ciela's face lit up with delight. "Nothing has changed, Master. I am simply overjoyed to serve you again."
 Napoleon rolled his eyes playfully. "Well, I appreciate your enthusiasm, Ciela. Please place my breakfast on the table, and I'll enjoy it shortly."
 "Understood," Ciela giddily heads toward the table while humming a singsong tune.
 As Ciela placed the tray on the table, Napoleon couldn't help but smile at her infectious energy. She had been his personal assistant for a week now and her existence brought life to his otherwise dull dormitory.
 He took a moment to admire the spread before him. Freshly brewed coffee, croissants with homemade jam, and a colorful fruit salad were just some of the items on the tray. The aroma of the coffee wafted through the air, making his stomach grumble.
 "Thank you, Ciela. It looks delicious," he said, taking a sip of the hot coffee.
 Ciela beamed with satisfaction, happy to see her master enjoying his breakfast. "Is there anything else you need, Master? Please, don't hesitate to ask, as your faithful maid, I shall deliver everything to you while you focus on your work."
 "Oh? How about the new uniform that is to be delivered today?" Napoleon asked.
 "I think they are available now in the uniform store, do you want me to get it for you?"
 "Yes, because there are only four hours left before my first subject starts, so that would be great, Ciela. Thank you," Napoleon said, grateful for her promptness.
 Ciela nodded and quickly left the room to retrieve his uniform. Giving him a much-needed time of silence to focus on his work.
 Speaking of Ciela, she has been extraordinary in her work, she gets things done flawlessly, and even without him giving a word, she knows exactly what to do. Napoleon couldn't help but wonder about her identity. He didn't ask her anything personal. Perhaps, it slipped his mind but the way she behaved truly is different from how the woman in this era behaved.
 Napoleon searched through hundreds of catalogs, from Napoleon's journal to his autobiography and diaries, but there wasn't a mention of Napoleon having a personal maid. She is a clear sign that this is not the same world as him.
 Her name was Ciela, a somewhat synonymous name to the Goddess who gave him a second chance in life, Ciel. Could it be… No, that couldn't possibly be the case, there's no way a Goddess herself would tread upon the mortal world and accompany him. That's just too far.
 Well, maybe if she returned, Napoleon could start asking her questions.
 Speaking of the devil, Ciela arrived with a basket. Inside it was probably his uniform.
 "Master~! I have arrived."
 "Yeah I can see that," Napoleon said simply. "Uhm, Ciela, it's been a week since you started working for me and I believe as your employer, I have the right to know about you, like you know where you initially lived and where's your family or something like that."
 When Napoleon brought that question up, Ciela's cheerful face suddenly fell. She stood still for a moment before answering.
 "What do you want to know from me, Master?" Ciela said in a soft voice.
 Napoleon's brows creased. "Sorry, is asking about your history made you feel uncomfortable?"
 Ciela shook her head. "No Master…" She made a cheek-slap as if trying to snap out of her thoughts. Her somber expression slowly faded and her usual smile returned. "Sorry about that Master, so about me. I was born in Marseille without having to know my parents and have lived in an orphanage for most of my life."
 Having not spoken for another second, Napoleon tilted his head to the side.
 "That's it?"
 "Master, though I assure you that I will do anything that you order, asking about my history is unfortunately an order that I won't be able to obey," Ciela said, her voice firm yet respectful.
 "Is that so? Well, you want to keep your identity a secret huh? Then how did my parents meet you and have you worked as my personal maid?"
 "I—uhh…Well, I can't tell you that either," Ciela said.
 Napoleon sighed. If she doesn't want to tell him then he can ask his parents about it. He doesn't want to overly push someone into an uncomfortable situation so he gave up on the idea of learning about her identity, for now.
 "If you really don't want to tell me, then so be it. Though I would find it preferable to work with someone I knew. We all have secrets to hide so I understand and respect your decision, Ciela."
 Ciela nodded, relieved that Napoleon understood. "Thank you, Master. I won't disappoint you."
 Napoleon smiled. "I have no doubt about that, Ciela. Now, let's try this new uniform."
 With a bright smile, she presented the uniform to him. As she pulled it out of the basket. He donned it and checked his reflection in the mirror.
 Napoleon couldn't help but admire the elegance of its design.
 The dark blue coat was the centerpiece of the uniform, its brass buttons gleaming in the light. Its military style was evident in the high collar and the tails that swept behind him as he swayed side to side. The white waistcoat added a touch of refinement, its gold or silver embroidery glinting in the candlelight.
 Then there is breeches, made of gray wool. The embroidery on the waistcoat and breeches was a sign of the school's prestige, a symbol of the honor that came with wearing such a uniform.
 Underneath the coat was a white linen shirt with a high collar, a nod to the formality of the time. The cravat added an extra touch of sophistication, while the leather shoes completed the look.
 The tricorn hat, with its cockade in the school's colors, was the final touch, a symbol of his membership in this distinguished institution. He stood tall, admiring himself in the mirror. He looked like the military figures that he used to see in historical paintings.
 "Shit, the fashion style of this era is sophisticated."
 "Uwaah~! You look very handsome, Master," Ciela placed a hand over her mouth as she gazed at Napoleon in awe. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him dressed in the school uniform. She had always thought of him as a handsome man, but in the uniform, he looked like a prince,
 Napoleon chuckled at Ciela's reaction, amused by her sudden change in demeanor. "You are really good at flattering me, don't you?"
 Ciela blushed, feeling embarrassed by her own reaction. "I-I'm sorry, Master. I couldn't help myself. You really do look handsome in that uniform."
 Napoleon laughed, enjoying the way Ciela's cheeks turned a rosy shade of pink. "It's quite alright, Ciela. I appreciate the compliment."
 He turned to the side, admiring himself in the mirror once more. "I don't feel like removing it so I'm going to continue my work wearing this. I'm going to wear it anyway later so why the hassle?"
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 In an unfortunate twist of fate, Adrian, a man from the 21st century, is accidentally killed by the Goddess of Fate. As recompense for her mistake, she grants Adrian a second chance at life in an alternate world. Upon awakening, Adrian is startled to find himself surrounded by a setting reminiscent of eighteenth-century Europe. It quickly becomes apparent to him that he has been reincarnated as none other than Napoleon Bonaparte, the indomitable figure who once ruled over Europe for two tumultuous decades.
 Disclaimer:
 This work of fiction explores a speculative narrative in which the protagonist is reborn as Napoleon Bonaparte and embarks on a journey to power, encountering both historical and fictional characters. While the story draws inspiration from the life and historical context of Napoleon Bonaparte, it is important to note that the events, interactions, and outcomes portrayed in this work are entirely fictional and should not be interpreted as a reflection of real historical events.
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 After Su Bai traveled through the parallel world, he received an invitation from a mysterious video website. 
 The video website is called "Wan Dynasties Time and Space Editing Platform" and can connect the parallel dimensions of all dynasties in history! 
 The video can not only be seen by Wanchao people, but also get scary rewards! 
 Su Bai released the video of the ranking list of counselors! 
 Qin Shihuang: "There are such counselors in the world. It's really exhausting!" 
 Zhuge Liang: "Isn't there a counselor who is smarter than me?" 
 Guo Jia: “I’m only ranked last?” 
 Li Shimin: "These counselors really have plans from ghosts and gods!!" 
 After the video was released, countless emperors and generals began to reward it crazily after seeing it! 
 Su Bai was so excited to receive rewards from various dynasties that he kept editing! ! 
 As a result, "Historical Generals Ranking", "Historical Traitor Ranking"... began to be released continuously! 
 Shocked countless parallel worlds of history! !
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 Liu Bei has five generals? I'll just cut it off! Liu Bei has crouching dragon and phoenix chick? My brain trust makes Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Cubs sweat! what! No system? This, this, this. . .
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 In troubled times, those who are rebels want to be emperors, and those who are emperors want to rule the world. This world is not very stable either. Those who are disciples want to be the leader, and those who are the leader want to be the leader of the martial arts alliance. In a small mountain village in Nanzhou of the Jokhang Dynasty, Li Beifeng's biggest ideal in his life was to inherit his father's mantle and become an outstanding doctor who was respected by people and renowned throughout the country. Until one day, he accidentally saved a seriously injured female martial arts leader... ————A non-martial arts, casual and serious story with a historical emphasis (easy to watch, don’t take it too seriously)
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 That lonesome night as he lays dying in the hospital, fearing of death and desiring the taste of life, his mind became unprecedentedly complex with mixed emotions.
 Myasthenia gravis — an incurable disease where one’s muscle slowly degenerated until the day when one can no longer move and only tears may flow.
 “Is this… dying?”
 When he opened his eyes again, he had crossed over into the body of a two months old infant, right in the middle of an assassination attempt.
 He was born as the illegitimate son of a noble. His name was Fan Xian; and with that name came the burden of deep political secrets and the legacy of his mother.
 He understood; to survive, he needed unparalleled strength, money and political power.
 To a new world with the luxury of a new life, so named; Celebrating the Remaining Life.
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 The constant mission is getting redemption.
 Shuttle though various worlds to become a variety of scum men, do a little whitewashing and become a good man in the eyes of everyone.
 Redeem those who are miserable, and let them live a happy life.
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 Zhu Youtang, who had just traveled through time and had not had time to adapt to the identity of the prince, had to take over the responsibility of China in a hurry. Facing all the forces that were eyeing him, it was like a game of Schrödinger's cat. 
 Merciful? It is not good to violate the ancestral rules and go to hell for eight hundred words! Appoint an honest and clean minister? Minister Qingliu may not necessarily be able to do things and may not be honest. Well, this is actually an excuse. It's just that you civil servants have the final say on things. So what do you want me, the emperor, to do? Ruling the world with scholar-bureaucrats? My words mean that the world's laws are not favourable? 
 Let’s take a look at the story of how a modern man’s soul penetrated the virtuous emperor Zhu Youtang and transformed into a tyrant, and how he led China to the top of the world.
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 Fate cut through my throat like a knife and judged my death to be without a resting place.
 —That was how Adele would describe her past life.
 As a queen, she ruled the Rolan Empire well, but in the end, she ended up under the guillotine.
 The moment she was reborn, she learned—
 After her death, Roland was torn apart by the struggle for the throne and the glory of the Empire was destroyed. All that was left of her in the history books was the phrase: “She was a worthy ruler, but a pity it was that she could not resist her fate.”
 Back to the night of the mutiny, the queen sneered at her “fate”.
 Later—
 Those who betrayed her bowed beneath her throne as if they were possessed.
 Once a knight who disdained pledging loyalty to her, now one who wished only to fight and die for her sake.
 A hypocritical nobleman personally scoured the lands himself to present her precious jewels.
 The heresy-hating bishop bows down to her and renounces his faith.
 ..
 To fight for her sake, to write her letters of sweet nothings, and to never forget her even in their deaths.
 A debauched queen on the surface, but with a heart cold as steel on the throne, “Heh.”
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 “You will not find another woman like her. Maddeningly beautiful and filled with ambition, an amorous queen, yet one so cruel.”
 —This is how the imperial history books summed up the life of Adele the Great when they described her.
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 Do you believe? 
 A person’s life is doomed from the moment your character is formed. Although there will be many opportunities and choices in life, when you face these opportunities and choices, your character and cognition are already doomed. Choose, as a doomed loser, are you willing to reshape your life from now on? 
 Life simulator, change the future, change your life, you deserve it. 
 Outside the city of Luoyang, Lu Bu sat on the Red Rabbit Horse and followed the team on the spacious post road. The nightmare-like information came back in his mind, and the sound of beating was constantly lingering in his ears, not much, but But you kept saying that, like mosquitoes and flies in summer, they kept flashing in your ears, and you couldn’t kill them, which made Lu Bu annoyed.
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 Year 184, spring.
 [The 913th day of traveling through the Eastern Han Dynasty.
 Weather, sunny.
 Only five days of food left at home.
 Will starve to death.
 The Yellow Turban Rebellion has already broken out. When will the gears of fate start turning to me?]
 Just as Li Ji finished writing today's diary, the rumors about the wise men he spread finally attracted a visit from Liu Bei, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei.
 However, when Li Ji used the "strategy simulator" to deduce how to successfully become Liu Bei's strategist...
 [Choice 1, playing hard to get; Choice 2, verbal battle with the three heroes; Choice 3, bluffing]
 Hmm?
 Verbal battle with the three heroes? ? ?Show moreAuthor's Other NovelsPirates on Top of the War: I Will Stand In the SkyGrim Reaper: Studying medicine can't save the world of corpses and souls
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 Reborn as Red Army Misha!
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 In the protagonist Qilian Qingyan’s previous life, she was married to the Crown Prince since youth, and ruled over the six palaces for more than 10 years. In the end however, she met her demise at the betrayal of her younger sister and a fire burned everything to ashes. She vowed to extract her revenge on all those that’ve made her suffer. However instead of death, she later wakes up in the body of a young girl named Su Qingyan, 5 years from the day of her death. Sensing this is an opportunity from the heavens, she slowly plots out her revenge against those from her previous life.
 The phoenix is nirvana, reborn in fire, peerless elegance.
 Waving her hands she commanded the clouds and rain, inside the General’s camp advancing step by step;
 Of the men in this world, just who can move that rusting heart?
 At the end of the dream, who will become her lifelong companion.
 A painting of blood-drenched lands, how can it rival the cinnabar between your brows.
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 He was framed four years ago and left.
 Four years later, the king returns and looks down upon the world!
 He is the strongest enchanting special forces king, and even more frightening to the world-the devil!
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