He Became Napoleon’S Genius Son [EN]: Chapter 1

Became the Genius Son of Napoleon – Episode 0 (1/547)

Prologue – Became Napoleon’s Prospective Adopted Son

So, I’m a gambler.

Do you know what’s most important in gambling?

There are countless forms of gambling in the world.

Cards, roulette, even sports betting, and when you think about it, lotteries are all types of gambling.

“Isn’t that illegal?”

Only in Korea.

Most countries in the world have legal gambling.

So, back to the main point, what do you need to win in gambling?

“Odds! Evens!”

The ability to discern whether something will happen or not.

This is the ultimate quality of a gambler.

I have that ability.

Like this silver [text indicating probability] that I’ve seen in my eyes since I was young.

[Odds.]

Looking at the clear letters, I decided.

The card in front of me is turned over.

Yes, that’s it.

The side I chose came up.

The opponent’s eyes twist.

I grin.

“Well, then I’ll take it. This money.”

Sweeping the money from the table, I whistle and walk out.

The faces of the gamblers in the house distort.

But it’s already in my hands anyway.

I scoop up a lot of cash, put it in my golf bag, and drive away.

I’m going to feast on this money for a while.

Three years of studying abroad.

Days spent gambling more than studying.

Just then.

“Huh? Is this still here?”

On one side of the car.

My master’s thesis was lying around.

–

I shouldn’t have looked at it then.

“Geez, this. I wrote it for nothing.”

What is this?

Ah, I’m a gambler now, but just three years ago, I was a fresh-faced graduate student.

A graduate student in Western history, French history, which doesn’t even pay well.

I came to study abroad with dreams of a bright future, but somehow I fell more into gambling.

I’ve had a mysterious ability to make judgments since I was a child.

Studying didn’t go well, but gambling was easy.

It’s normal to do what’s easy.

Suddenly, I looked at the thesis and gritted my teeth.

“Stupid Napoleon. He’s as stupid as I am.”

Yes, just like me, who came to study abroad to become a professor.

Western history is notoriously difficult to get a degree in.

Why is it difficult?

Of course, you have to study abroad to get a professorship in Western history, of course.

Anyway, after trials and tribulations, I managed to pass my master’s thesis.

That thesis is about French history, especially the Napoleonic era after the French Revolution.

One way or another, I had no choice but to read countless books about the French Revolution and the Napoleonic era.

And when I read history books and historical materials from this era, I am always shocked by two facts.

First, many of the systems that remain in France and modern Europe today were created during Napoleon’s 15 years in power.

Second, all of that was ruined by a single expedition.

That’s the Russian expedition.

“Why did he make such a choice?”

Napoleon.

A mere country nobleman, a country bumpkin born on an island that wasn’t even France [Corsica was annexed by France shortly before Napoleon’s birth].

Yet, he rose to become the best in Europe in an instant.

A conqueror who killed hundreds of thousands of his own troops and millions of enemy citizens.

I tilted my head, looking at the [main subject] of the thesis I wrote.

“Napoleon’s mistakes, there are many in the second half of his reign…”

Clearly, if it hadn’t been for this Russian expedition, he wouldn’t have failed so miserably.

“If it were me, I wouldn’t have chosen this at least.”

Wouldn’t it be okay if I just didn’t set foot in Russia?

Just then.

[Really?]

I blinked.

Silver letters were flashing in front of my eyes.

For a moment, I rubbed my eyes, thinking it was an illusion, but they still appeared the same.

Did I study too much and have something wrong with my eyes?

At that moment, I shouldn’t have answered at least.

But without realizing it, I answered.

“Oh, right? At least if he had just stopped at the Continental System [Napoleon’s economic blockade of Great Britain].”

At that moment, the silver letters reappeared.

[Then, give him some advice. See if it works.]

At that moment, I felt my vision turn black.

The moment I raised my head.

“Oh my god.”

In front of me, a truck was crashing into my car.

***

Suddenly, my vision brightens again.

“Huff!”

My whole body is covered in sweat.

For a moment, I clench and unclench my hands, and it feels real.

Yes, I’m alive.

It’s just that the memory from just now is the death of my [previous life].

At that moment, a small door opened, and a still unfamiliar face suddenly came in.

“Why is he doing that while sleeping? Did you have a nightmare?”

A pale face with black eyes, and a smiling face.

At a glance, she is a dazzling beauty.

The problem is that this face is definitely not Korean.

I forced a smile and said to the ‘beauty’.

“Ah, it’s nothing. Mom.”

“Okay. Then, sleep well. Mom will be out for a while?”

“Oh, Mom. Don’t tell me? Are you going to meet a man again?”

At that moment, the beauty frowned and ran at me, starting to playfully hit my ‘butt’.

“Eugene, you! You can’t say anything like that to your mother!”

I frowned as I was hit on the butt.

It feels very real.

At that moment, I screamed and lamented.

“Ouch! Mom, Josephine! Please!”

Yes.

The beauty who is hitting me now.

A thoughtless young mother who leaves her son and goes out to play with ‘men’.

That’s the woman with the name ‘Josephine’.

Who is that?

Do you know now?

Josephine de Beauharnais.

Napoleon’s first wife and the first Empress of the French Empire.

So who am I now?

Eugene, or Eugène de Beauharnais.

Napoleon’s first [stepson].