Book 1: Chapter 4: Arrival to the village

Soon in Napoleon's view, a village came to appear. Stone walls and a roof, the houses were rather simple. 

From what he could see, the thatching was made by straw. It was an old crafting method used for building the roof of a house. 

From his history lessons at young age, he could with only a glance see that the time period in this world was in a much earlier stage than the one in his previous world. This world should be at the medieval age technology if not lower.

“Hopefully, the way the people this world uses monsters in wars shouldn’t be too advanced.”

With the war methods he had learned at the military academy in his past world when he was young and the methods he had invented himself, he should be able to bring forth a revolutionary way of thinking.

“I must wonder though, from my experiences in enslaving these nine monsters, the strength difference wasn’t so significant, at least when the difference was one level. But what I wonder is, does the difference grow in folds after every tens of levels, or does quantity win over quality?”

Depending on the situation, he would have to develop his army accordingly. If the world favored quantity over quality as his old world did, he would focus on gathering vast amounts monsters and use them in different and complex strategies to win over his opponents.

But if the situation was reversed, he would have to think completely differently. Of course, quantity would still be important, but quality would be even more important.

“Only time can tell” He said to himself and began to walk to the village.

As he came to the village, he was met with yells of surprise:

“Napoleon is back!”

“He survived in the forest for two days?!”

“Quickly! Inform old man Coby and his wife Sarah, their child has returned!”

“Hoo, when I think about it, I have parents here. Still, I need to be careful and avoid saying something the former Napoleon of this body wouldn't.”

As Napoleon walked through the gate of the village, he saw an older man and a woman coming towards him. The older man looked very similar to Napoleon in appearance. He wore a green tunica and black trousers.

“Seems like it’s my father” Napoleon was silently surprised. If he played his moves smartly, he could play them about having a slight amnesia and understand more about this world by asking them question. And with the amnesia, they wouldn't suspect him of not being their son.

Beside the old man, there was a woman of similar age. She was also quite beautiful. Her clothing consisted of the same clothing the man wore, a green tunica and a pair of black trousers.

“So there are only slight distinctions between men’s clothing and women’s clothing in this world... I wonder if that’s only how it is in worn-down villages such as this. I mean… There has  be big castles and fortresses, right?"

In the former Napoleon's mind, only information about the village being situated in the Barak empire was there. So hopefully, there would be giant castles and so on. With countless of elegant ladies for him to... Cough.

“Napoleon, you’re back! My son, we thought we had lost you!” The old man yelled and leapt towards Napoleon, embracing him in a warm tight hug.

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“Okay, let’s act like a good son would. Like the former Napoleon did. Let’s do a total twist in my personality.” He thought, “After all, I am brilliant in being an actor as well.”

“Dad, you’re crushing me!” Napoleon said with a big smile plastered on his face. His personality had turned hundred eighty degrees around.

Instead of releasing Napoleon or maybe even lighten up the hug a bit, the man hugged him even tighter,

“Don’t make me worry so much about you then, little rascal!” The man said laughingly, he was very happy for his son to be home.

*Haha*

“I’m sorry dad, forgive your stupid son for making you worry so much. but let me see mom as well. You’re ugly face is too much!” Napoleon cracked a joke to lighten up the mood. He knew jokes were good in such situations.

The man instantly shrunk back, “Little rascal, how dare you insult you father. I gave you life!” He played hurt and faked sobbing sounds.

“Coby! I was the one whom gave him life, not you!" The woman beside her retorted Napoleon’s father jokingly.

Then, she turned around to him.

“You made me worry much my dear, please don’t do that again. My fragile heart won’t be able to handle it” Her voice seemed quite sad, filled with the endless emotions of a mother.

“Don’t worry mother, I won’t.” He embraced her in a hug. But it wasn’t nearly as tight as his father's.

He glanced at his father whom looked at him when he hugged his mother. A happy expression covered the man’s face. Only now did he understood what they had gone through, not knowing where he was.

“Damn, former Napoleon, take some responsibility!” He thought inwardly.

“Mother, father, I have some matters to attend to, I will come back for dinner later.” He said.

Seeing a slightly stunned expression on his father’s face, “Crap, did I say something wrong? Something the former Napoleon wouldn’t say?!” He though.

But he was relieved when Coby said, “Okay son, do what you must. 

"Today, the dinner will be roasted duck!” He proudly announced.

Hearing what her husband announced, his wife Sarah’s face changed,“But Coby, you only say that because I have to make the dinner then! You can’t make roasted duck!”

Napoleon smiled at the scene of his two parents. Even though they weren’t his real parents and he had only met them for very little time, they inhabited quite a profound spot in his mind.

“If only my real parents would be like that... "

"Shut up Napoleon.” He told himself. His thoughts had wandered where they shouldn't have wandered. He forbid himself long ago to think about those memories.

“Mother, father. Bye.” Seeing his parents not reacting to his words, only heatedly doing a combination of fighting and discussing, he left.

“Now, let’s find those who killed the former Napoleon. Let’s show them that a Napoleon is not someone to be trifled will, not even a dead one!”