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 ﻿The first day of class has arrived and the students from all noble backgrounds arrived in their respective classrooms. Napoleon, as usual, took his seat at the end by the window. He glanced around his surroundings and noticed that his classmates looked older than him.
 Well, not that it surprised him because it was expected. Two months ago, prior to the semester break, the headmaster summoned him to his office and informed him that he could skip to tenth grade, the last grade of high school. The reason for this was quite simple. The test that Napoleon took every year was topped by him, even advanced subjects that are not yet taught in his past school grades were also aced by him. This led to the decision of the board of the school that Napoleon is simply too good for his current grade level.
 This caused another aberration in history. Seeing that Napoleon from his original world doesn't skip grades means history is already altered. History from his system is useless now and can only be used as a reference. He is on his own, writing his own fate in a new timeline.
 Napoleon was aware of the weight of his situation. He knew that he was now on a path that was different from what was expected of him, but he was determined to make the most of it.
 "Oh, so you are the kid who skipped grades huh?" said a man standing before him.
 Napoleon raised his head to see who was addressing him. It was a tall and well-built man, probably in his mid-thirties, with a stern expression on his face.
 "I have heard from my fellow teachers that there wasn't a subject that you couldn't excel in," the man continued. "I must admit, I am quite intrigued to see what you are capable of."
 Napoleon's curiosity was piqued as he tried to discern the man's identity. He certainly looked like someone of importance, perhaps a high-ranking military official or even a government representative.
 "May I ask who you are, sir?" Napoleon inquired, his gaze fixed on the man.
 The man's stern expression softened into a slight smile. "Apologies for not introducing myself earlier. My name is General FranÃ§ois de Villeneuve, and I oversee the military education program in this institution."
 Napoleon's eyes widened. General de Villeneuve was renowned for his expertise in warfare and had commanded numerous battles in the past. To have him as an instructor was an immense honor.
 "I've been keeping an eye on your progress, Napoleon," the general continued. "Your skills and potential have not gone unnoticed. I believe you have the makings of a great military leader."
 "I am humbled by your words, General de Villeneuve," Napoleon replied, his tone respectful. "But if I may share something, acing the exams doesn't necessarily mean that I am already a great military leader. It merely reflects my aptitude for the theoretical aspects of warfare. Practical experience and leadership are equally vital, if not more so."
 General de Villeneuve nodded, impressed by Napoleon's insightful response. "You're absolutely right, Napoleon. The true test of a leader lies not only in their knowledge but in their ability to apply that knowledge on the battlefield, to lead and inspire others to achieve victory. It requires courage, adaptability, and strategic thinking in the face of uncertainty."
 Napoleon listened attentively, absorbing every word the general spoke. He understood that his journey was far from over and that he had much to learn beyond the confines of the classroom.
 "I want to learn, sir," Napoleon said earnestly. "I want to experience firsthand the realities of war, to understand the challenges faced by commanders and soldiers alike. How can I become a leader if I have not tested my mettle in the crucible of battle?"
 General de Villeneuve regarded Napoleon with a mixture of admiration and caution. He recognized the young student's thirst for knowledge and passion for the military arts, but he also understood the risks involved in exposing a student to the dangers of war.
 "Napoleon, war is a harsh and unforgiving arena," the general said, his voice filled with a somber tone. "It is not something to be taken lightly. Lives are at stake, and the consequences of failure can be devastating. It is not a path to be pursued without careful consideration."
 "But I have already committed myself, General. I want to serve my country and His Majesty."
 General de Villeneuve paused for a moment, contemplating Napoleon's conviction. Finally, he spoke. "Very well, if you pass my subject, I'll give you a personal recommendation to Ecole Militaire where you can further your military education and training."
 Napoleon's eyes widened. That was it, Ecole Militaire, was an institution known for producing some of the finest military leaders in France. It was also in that institution where the man he aspired to be graduated.
 "Thank you, sir," Napoleon said, his voice filled with gratitude.
 Meanwhile, as the two spoke, Napoleon's classmates looked at him with a sneer and envy.
 "Hey, isn't that the Corsican kid who attracted the attention of all teachers?"
 "Yeah, according to the stories, there's not an exam that he didn't ace."
 The other students continued to gossip and whisper amongst themselves, casting jealous glances at Napoleon. But he paid them no mind, he was used to receiving comments from privileged brats.
 "Okay, we will begin our class in Military Science," General Villeneuve clapped his hand, interrupting the murmurs of the students. They all took their seats and opened their notebooks.
 The class delved into the principles of military strategy, tactics, and logistics. The general led the discussion, sharing his experiences and insights from his years of service in the army. Napoleon listened intently, absorbing every word and taking meticulous notes in his notebook.
 He also delved into how the military functions, the ranks, and the formations. He also learned about the standard rifle used by the army. As expected, this world's firearms are primitive compared to modern standards. The Charleville musket, just like any musket from other countries, suffered from several issues that affected its effectiveness in battle. For one, its accuracy was poor, with most soldiers unable to hit a target at more than 50 yards. The musket also had a slow rate of fire, with soldiers only able to fire two to three rounds per minute.
 In addition, the musket's long and heavy design made it difficult to carry for long distances, and its smoothbore barrel meant that the bullet could not be spun to increase its accuracy. To make matters worse, the musket was also prone to misfires and malfunctions, which could be disastrous in the heat of battle.
 Napoleon recognized the limitations of the musket but also understood that it was the primary weapon used by the army at the time. He made a mental note to study the weapon in greater detail, hoping to find ways to improve its design and effectiveness.
 As the class continued, General de Villeneuve discussed the importance of discipline and training in the military. He stressed the need for soldiers to follow orders without question, and for officers to lead by example and instill a sense of pride and loyalty in their troops.
 Despite General de Villeneuve's enthusiasm for teaching his students, he couldn't help but notice that some of them were becoming restless. They whispered to each other and passed notes, clearly losing interest in the lecture. However, before he could chide them for their behavior, the timepiece he had placed on the table indicated that the class had just ended.
 "Okay, there will be an assessment tomorrow about the topics we have discussed today," General de Villeneuve announced to the class. "Be sure to review your notes and pay attention to the details."
 Napoleon packed up his notebook and quill and made his way out of the classroom. He hurriedly ran along the hallway and to the courtyard. There he saw Louis, alone in the gazebo.
 He quickly made his way towards the gazebo and Louis pulled out an envelope.
 "I already talked to my father about your thesis presentation to the universities that you mentioned. He said that they are willing to let you submit your paper for review, but you have to make sure it's polished and well-written," Louis said as he handed the envelope to Napoleon. "In that envelope is a cheque, 200 livres for whatever contraption you are going to build to prove your hypothesis. Make sure you pay your debts in due."
 "Thank you, Louis..." Napoleon said.
 Louis crossed his arms and averted his face. "Don't misunderstand me, Napoleon. I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this to gauge your capabilities. You may have aced our exams but it's different when it comes to formal papers."
 Napoleon nodded, understanding Louis' motivations. He knew that Louis was a competitive person, and he respected that. He was also grateful for the financial assistance that would help him buy the materials he needed to make the machine.
 "I understand, Louis. And I appreciate your help," Napoleon said.
 "Get out of my sight before anyone sees me talking to you."
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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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 Previously Song Hui Ming had been afraid of Su Jin even in her dreams, fearful that he would use his power to oppress, and force her to have a relationship with her.
 It was not until Su Gonggong died that she realized it was just a misunderstanding.
 Born again, feeling ashamed, she decided to repay her debt of gratitude, but——
 What? Su Gonggong, aren’t you a gentleman? I take you as a benefactor, and you really like me?
 Su Gonggong: I, I, I’m not! I don’t! Don’t talk nonsense!
 After that, en, smells really fragrant*!
 * used to describe someone doing something that he or she had previously sworn never to do.
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 Sulu: Soldier card, general card, army card, I use card in battle
 Xiaobing: Fighting with the general, the enemy is like a piece of paper, and the exploits are like picking up.
 The soldier who was transferred away: If you don’t fight with the general, the enemy will be beaten with iron. I miss the days under the general.
 Colleagues: It’s great to fight against Su Lu, but you can’t get the exploits.
 The enemy commander: What, the Soviet Army is on the opposite side, letting water out, ah, no, sending envoys, asking for peace
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 Ali was a young businessman in Samarkand, the Khwarezm Empire. Abbas was a craftsman of wooden deer in the Khwarazm Empire. Due to the westward expedition of the steppe empire, they were requisitioned by the steppe army and came to the east together. After the fall of the Yuan Dynasty, their descendants fled to Hezhou in Longyuan. 
 Hassan from Salur followed the leader Galmang and moved east from West Asia to Jishi in the West Sea. 
 Wang Chen from Bingzhou and Gong Huaizhou from Tokyo are authentic Orientals. During the Ming Dynasty, some of Gong Huaizhou's descendants moved westward to the West Sea. The descendants of Wang Chen also moved to Xihai and became in-laws with the Gong family. 
 The descendants of these five families form a large ethnically united family through marriage. They suffered the hardships of the old society and witnessed the birth of the new country. 
 Their descendants were admitted to Jincheng University and studied in the same classroom. Thirty years after graduating from college, they gathered in Jincheng to reminisce about the past and feel the warmth of the big family of the motherland.
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 In her previous life, Jiang Mingyue—the daughter of the great general—endured blades and shed blood for the sake of the great Yin Dynasty.
 She lived vigorously and died just as vigorously.
 With her rebirth, Jiang Mingyue did not want any more trouble.
 So, she chose Zhao Xilou—the veteran salted fish [1] who is rich and of nobility—as her husband.
 She was prepared for the Buddhist life [2]—to eat and wait for death [3]!
 Who would have thought that the power struggles at home, trials and hardships of the country, fights between good and evil, battles between vital energy and pathogeny would come thick and fast [4]?!
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 Mu Huanqing has two people he doesn’t want to see—
 One is the emperor who is messing around with mandarin ducks, and the other is the Marquis of Zhenyuan who was ordered to get married.
 He didn’t like her, and despised the shepherd’s envoy for this marriage.
 Blame her for stealing the position of the main wife, forcing him to grieve his sweetheart and be a child.
 She doesn’t despise him either. She used to live happily.
 Who knew that an imperial decree ended her good days and she had to marry the cold, arrogant and unruly Fu Yanlin.
 Not long after they got married, he drove her to live in Zhuangzi in the suburbs, leaving her to fend for herself.
 But she was not afraid at all, and gave birth to a good daughter who was different. 
 One day, the husband who ignored her suddenly came to Zhuangzi, disrupting her peace.
 He is still the indifferent face, with the growth of the years, more restrained majesty.
 She didn’t know what he was thinking. If she wanted to bully her precious daughter, she would fight him hard!
 The little girl opened her innocent eyes and looked at the uncle who was invisible to others.
 “I’m afraid.” Uncle Yaopin pinched the girl’s pretty little face and smiled evilly— 
 “Don’t be afraid, what your father really wants to bully is actually your mother.”
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 In her previous life, she was the esteemed princess destined to be worshipped by everyone. However, she ultimately burns herself to death when she is betrayed on the eve of her wedding day!
 She is reborn into a declining aristocratic family as a loser and forgotten daughter. While she leads a life full of bullying and suffering, the ones who had hurt her before are already enjoying the glory of the world at the top!
 Once reborn, the phoenix dances to the nine heavens, taming magical beasts, strengthening her force, and dictating life and death of gods and humans as the master healer. To those who betrayed and humiliated her, she swears a hundred-fold return on them for the torture she suffered!
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 His Highness, Prince Li, is frail and gentle. As the Night King who holds the world in his hands, he gives everything up for the sake of one person. To his only love, he promises her a life with eternal peace and joy.
 …
 She thinks her journey would be filled with blood and tears, but she doesn’t know that what awaits her is a long-premeditated lifetime of love and prosperity!
 One little drama along the way…
 At first, everyone advised, “Your Highness, the forgotten daughter of the Chu family is unworthy of you!”
 Later, everyone mocked, “The frail Prince will never be a worthy match to the Princess destined for greatness!”
 In the end, everyone sighed sorrowfully, “Why? Is she really worth it?”
 He simply smiled. “I will follow her even if she is in the clouds; if she turns into dust, I will follow suit, too. For her, nothing was bitter in our previous lives; our remaining years will be full of sweetness.
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 A German military scientist traveled back to 1942 during World War II and began to save the empire from collapse...
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 Bunga kembar, penampilan unik kakak perempuan itu, adalah harapan seluruh keluarga, dan telah ditetapkan sebagai proto surga.
 Karena kelahirannya yang tidak menyenangkan, ia menjadi memalukan bagi seluruh keluarga.
 Kakak perempuan Penatua Jin Zunyugui, dia tampak kedinginan.
 Kejahatan hati manusia mencurahkan ular berbisa.
 Tepat ketika klan menjilati saudara perempuannya, berharap bahwa saudara perempuannya dapat berlindung di klan, para suster “pergi dengan sedan yang salah.”
 Ular beracun ini bahkan menikahi Protoss, dan menjadi bencana bagi seluruh orang …
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 Male lead quick transmigration romance— originally called Soul Pawn Shop.
 Hell’s ruler Xie Fei travelled through three thousand worlds to guide traders to redemption.
 —Ding-dong! Welcome to the Soul Pawn Shop.
 Note: 1V1 romance
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 When you grow up, you’re mine.
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 Lu Feng, with her fiery character and short temper, only had one fatal weakness. That was the lukewarm and soft Xu Mu.
 There were so many youths in the capital, yet she took fancy to none of them. She instead sought after her newly arrived neighbor’s sweetie and secretly planned to kidnap him home.
 Until one day, the two became cousins…
 Lu Feng: … That nutrient-rich water cannot flow into someone else’s field!
 Xu Mu: =v=
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 Xu Mu: What am I to you?
 Lu Feng: You are my sweetest candied fruit!
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 In their previous life, Xu Mu and Lu Feng were married for only half a year when she died in battle. Xu Mu couldn’t bear the news of her death and followed her three days later.
 Who knew that after he died, time flowed backward and returned him to their childhood. Xu Mu sat on his bed, dazed. In this life, he needed to think of a way to first find his wife, then chase her with all his strength. Only until he made up their past life to her would he “leave”.
 Xu Mu: Last life, I didn’t love you enough. This life, I want to love you even more. Starting from innocent little childhood friends to the grey-haired and weak elderly, I will not let you go.
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 During the Hongwu Period + Battlefield + Technology and People’s Livelihood 
 Traveling back in time to the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, he became Xu Huizu, the son of Wei Guogong. From then on, the painting style of this world changed. 
 Bei Yuan: "Stop fighting, there will be no one in the grassland." 
 Zhu Yuanzhang: "Why is this guy more ruthless than us?" 
 All the civil servants in the court burst into tears: "Please, I'm not afraid that the warrior will act like a hooligan, but I'm afraid that the warrior will be educated!" 
 Sun, moon, mountains and rivers, the Ming Dynasty will last forever!
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 Rebirth, Xie Tingyue’s face is solemn, holding on to the unknown and the “Great Power Economy” that has always been with him.
 Goal: Shun down all kinds of swords and swords, protect yourself, protect your brother, and protect the useless disabled husband.
 Husband: The last three words, are you sure?
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