Chapter 1

England, London, Wu's Orphanage

Karl Harris lay on the grass in front of the house, his hands cradling his small head as he stared blankly, seemingly troubled by something.

His light golden hair shimmered slightly in the sunlight.

What a life! I never thought I'd end up being the one to experience such a good thing as transmigration!

As everyone knows, the world's three most famous professions are: Chinese transmigrants, Japanese high school students, and American homeless people. Each of these professions likely consists of the strongest individuals on Earth in terms of individual capabilities.

Thanks to the careful care of the orphanage, he had grown up healthy to the age of eight. His memories from his previous life had been dormant until they finally awakened after a good night's sleep last night.

Recalling his tragic suicide in his past life, Karl's expression darkened, but he quickly became excited. This was 1990s England, and with knowledge of the future, he could easily thrive in this world. At the very least, with the many fantasy novels he had read in his past life, he could become a literary plagiarist in China.

After daydreaming for a while, Karl stood up, his face full of hope for the future. He took out a small mirror to look at himself, a gift from one of the orphanage's aunts. The little boy in the mirror had golden hair and blue eyes, with incredibly delicate features, long eyelashes, and fair skin. When he smiled, two dimples appeared, making him look like a little angel.

Karl was extremely satisfied with his appearance after transmigrating. He would bet 100 pounds that with his current good looks, he could get a few extra candies and a sweet kiss from the cashier just by being cute when buying soy sauce.

Name: Karl Harris

Identity: Orphan

Hobbies: Girls, food

Looks: Feels very good

Location: Europe, England, London, Wu's Orphanage

After confirming his current identity and character in his mind, little Karl was very satisfied. In his past life, his face was as dark as an African chief, but in this life, his skin was so fair that he might even become a European king. So, he started to daydream wildly, imagining himself becoming the world's richest person or a Hollywood superstar. After all, he had transmigrated, and it was understandable to be excited.

His past life was no ordinary tragedy.

Ning Chuan sat on the rooftop, collapsing 15 times,

His right eyelid twitched 120 times,

He felt hopeless 99 times,

He cried for three hours,

Just to find out how he lost his 50 cents.

Cough, sorry, I got the script wrong. Yes, Ning Chuan was Karl's past life. The real situation was that he was only 21 years old and had developed a terminal illness due to frequently staying up late to play games and relying on takeout for meals. To avoid burdening his family and unable to bear the pain, he chose to end his life on the rooftop and then found himself in this world.

When he was young,

He could find happiness by jumping down a few steps,

But as an adult, he needed to jump from the rooftop.

What kind of game could be so crazy, draining a person completely? The notorious "Toxic Milk Powder" was one of the top three.

In the game, there were only three types of people with high combat power: European Kings, Grinders, and Rich People.

As a poor student from Africa, Ning Chuan was not a rich person, so his only option was to grind.

After relying on takeout for meals and staying up until 3 a.m. every day, he finally completed countless Prairyon dungeons.

But then, his liver failed, and he was diagnosed with liver cancer.

"The headmaster has been so good to me. When I become successful in the future, I will definitely renovate this Wu's Orphanage," Karl thought to himself.

"Hmm? Wait, Wu's Orphanage, why does this name sound so familiar? It seems like I've heard it somewhere before." Karl suddenly realized something was off.

"England, London, 1990s, Wu's Orphanage..." Karl pieced together the names and thought carefully.

"Damn, what a life! Isn't this the orphanage where Voldemort stayed in the Harry Potter series?!"

From the current situation, he was clearly a Muggle. Without any extraordinary powers, he could have just lived a luxurious life using the knowledge and experience from his past life.

However, this world seemed to have magic. Having finished all eight Harry Potter movies and seven novels in high school, he knew how incredible and vast the magical world was. Knowing about it but not being able to be part of it would be truly painful!

Just like Filch from Hogwarts and Mrs. Figg, Harry Potter's neighbor, who knew about magic but couldn't use it, how tragic that would be.

"Damn, since I've transmigrated and into a wizarding world, according to the general rules of Chinese transmigrants, I should have a system or a golden finger grandpa," Karl thought, rubbing his little head.

After all, according to the great predecessors like Xiao Yan, Ji Ning, Ye Tian, Long Aotian, Ye Liangchen, and Zhao Ritian, who are considered the conscience of the transmigration industry, and their autobiographies like "Battle Through the Heavens," "Manghuang Ji," and "Zhetian," even though the Harry Potter world might be a bit different from their worlds, this world still has its unique features, such as advanced time-related magic.

And he was a transmigrant, starting in an orphanage. In the multiverse, the headmaster of the orphanage, who is a giant and ruler, would always thoughtfully arrange the future for each orphan, allowing them to punch bullies, kick rich and handsome guys, successfully marry a rich and beautiful woman, reach the peak of life, and then write an autobiography for future generations to admire and study.

Even without the headmaster, there was still the president of the Transmigrant Association, known for his dedication to providing perfect services for transmigrants and developing essential equipment for them.

Otherwise, how could he, who might be a Muggle, survive in this magical world?

However, Karl's dreams were beautiful, but reality was very harsh.

He tried numerous methods to summon a system, including but not limited to cross-legged meditation, inner calling, and the Five Hearts to Heaven method, but none of them worked. The surroundings remained filled with the laughter of other children.

Karl: "..."

Could it be that the time flow is different in different worlds, and the golden finger is still in transit?

So, he lifted his head, gazing at the sky at a 45-degree angle, trying hard not to let his tears fall. He thought sadly, "The headmaster doesn't want me, and the president has forgotten me."

Then, he saw a rainbow-colored light streaking across the sky, getting closer and closer...

"A meteor? No, it's daytime, where would a meteor come from? This is a meteorite! But no, why does it have a rainbow tail?"

He just got up to dodge, and the rainbow light shot straight into his forehead.

"Ding! Your golden finger has arrived."

"Welcome to the DNF System."