Napoleon strolled through the rural village. Compared to the Paris, it was an extremely small town. With barely a population of one thousand, It wasn’t so wealthy either.

“After I have dealt with the killers of the former Napoleon, I will say goodbye to my parents and journey to a bigger town. I will also some have to acquire nobility. Then, I will steadily work myself up to the top in both levels and money. With the most levels and the most money, I will be the most powerful!” He laughed for himself, earning extremely suspicious glances from people walking past him.

According to the former Napoleon’s memory, there were special battles, called duels. A duel was a private battle set up between two card clashers. Card clashers were what people who catches monsters in cards and use them to battles were called. That was the former Napoleon’s dream, to become the greatest Card clasher in the world of Etrya.

*Haha* “Do not worry former Napoleon, I might actually achieve your dream for you. But I suppose it doesn’t really matter to you when it is me who's achieving it for you. *Cough* “And as I was saying…”

He abruptly stopped to walk, “When I think about it, where do I find the members who killed the former Napoleon. In the former Napoleon’s memory, no such place exists. Never mind, I might as well ask someone who walks past me.”

The members were a total of four, Howard Hill, Jerry springer, Richard green and Jones miller. “That sounds like british names… I hate brits…” He clenched his fists, “I hate brits so darn much…” *Hoo* He took a deep breath.

After a while, he got his answers from a bypassing man. “Let us go and duel Howard Hill first, according to the man I asked, he lives closest from here.

*2 minutes later*

“Ehh… I guess I will just go and knock on the door…?” He didn’t really know what to do, he had never visited someone like this before. In his previous life, everyone just came and visited him, “Hmpf, I really want to be nobility again, it feels so much better… Everyone will come to me…”

*Knock Knock*

A man in his fifties opened. Short white hair and a sloppy shaved beard, “How may I help you, young man?” The man asked and looked towards Napoleon, waiting for an answer.

Napoleon cleared his throat and replied with a bright smile on his face, “Hi, you are howie's father, right? It’s so nice to meet you, I am his friend” He happily shook the man’s hand with an elated face, “I have heard so much about you… Actually, I am here to see howie, is he here?”

The man was shocked by Napoleon’s super elated attitude but then replied with a happy face, “No, I’m sorry he just went out, but he’ll be back later. Why don’t you come in for tea, I brewed some just moments ago.”

“Howie’s friends doesn’t come here and visit here often. It’s about time they did. Now, come in, come in” The man welcomed Napoleon, happily to have some visits, especially by one of his son’s friends.

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Napoleon followed the man in and continued to chat with an elated attitude when they drank tea, “Awesome! This tastes so very good. did you make it yourself? I so have to tell mother about it, could I have your recipe?”

“Ha, so easy to trick. I am such a genius actor. I, the great napoleon, can do anything perfectly!” Napoleon smiled inwardly, his face still containing the same enthusiasm.

“Now the only thing to do is to wait for the little mouse to bite the cheese. Maybe that was a bad expression for it… Anyway, the only thing to do now is to wait for Howard to come how and then my master plan can be revealed” *Muhaha*

*2 hours later*

“... And then she threw up all over him! Do you know what she ate? Spinach soup!”

*Hahahahahaahahaha!*

Both Napoleon and Howie’s father, named Daryl, laughed loudly. Daryl even began to shed tears from all the laughter.

*Door opens*

“Hi dad, I’m home!” A voice sounded out from the entrance.

Daryl heard his son and replied happily, “Welcome home howie, you should really bring your friends home more often. This guy is really funny!”

Howard who just came home after hunting in the west side of the forest though, “What? Friends? Which friend of mine would come over and visit me?”

He walked further in the house.

“H-how…?” Howard’s face became pale when he saw Napoleon, the guy he just, a couple of days ago, killed in cold blood, was here inside his house talking to his father as if they were old friends. He stuttered, “H-how… y-you?”

Napoleon quickly said with a “So-happy-to-see-you-face”, “Yo Howie, your father is very funny too talk to. How about we go out, I need to talk to you for a moment.” He rose his eyebrows slightly and stared hard into howard's eyes. His expression said, “If you don’t…”

“S-sure Napoleon, come, let’s go outside.”Howard still with a pale face said, “Father, I’ll see you later.”

Daryl, howard's father, replied, “We’ll sure do howie, by the way, bring your friends home more, it’s really entertaining!” He laughed.

“Y-yes of course father, I will…” Howard said.

Napoleon then turned around to Daryl again with a happy and elated expression on his face, “It was so nice to finally have met you Daryl. Howie had told me so much about you. Let us meet again sometimes.”

“Haha, don’t be modest now. Remember, you’re always welcome here.” Daryl laughed, he liked the young man, his son’s friend.

“Let us be off then Howie! See you later Daryl!” He waved with his hand towards Daryl turned around to Howard and smiled deviously.