Julien: I Am Familiar with Red and Black.

The careerists of the 19th century fell into the dark whirlpool of the 21st century. "Do you think time travel is a gift? No, this is just the beginning of another execution." Julien Sorel, the most charming careerist in the history of French literature in the 19th century, opened his eyes in front of the guillotine and was exposed to the bright neon lights of Tokyo. Language, technology, class - a whole new world, but with the same rules: either climb to the top or be shattered. Dark Invitation "Be used by me, or die." The silver-haired man put the muzzle of the gun against his forehead, "A wild dog like you is only worthy of being my pawn." Julien smiled and nodded, but his eyes were burning with unyielding flames. Cat and Mouse Game "Who are you?" The police officer's coffee cup hit the table hard. "A person who knows how to disguise better than Bourbon." Julien smiled and clinked glasses with him. (Which code name should I choose, Chambertin, which Napoleon liked, or Constance, which Napoleon drank before he died? Why not open a vest and have both.) Intention: Perseverance.