Chapter 1

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"Ouch... my head hurts so much..."

This was the first impression Fang Ming had when he regained consciousness. It felt as if a gash had been opened on his head, and the pain was so intense that it seemed like his head was about to split open.

The scene in front of him seemed to be inside a carriage. His body was jostling with the movement of the carriage, causing his wound to throb painfully, making Fang Ming gasp in pain.

He opened his eyes and looked around.

What he saw were the walls made of bare wooden planks, and around him, there were many Western teenagers with blonde hair and blue eyes, sitting quietly with their eyes closed, none of them paying any attention to him.

He seemed to be lying on the floor. Feeling the cold floor beneath him, Fang Ming knew that if he stayed there any longer, his body would not be able to withstand it and he might catch a cold. He quickly struggled to get up.

At that moment, another wave of intense pain hit his head.

This pain came suddenly, accompanied by many unfamiliar memories. Fang Ming's eyes rolled back, and he fainted again.

"Hey! Ralin! Wake up..."

In a daze, Fang Ming heard a voice and opened his eyes.

'Is this a穿越 (穿越 means "穿越" in Chinese, which can be translated as "time travel" or "transmigration")?' Fang Ming remembered clearly that the last thing he saw was the brilliant flames produced by the explosion of the negative energy reactor.

An explosion of that magnitude, with no protection, would have been impossible for him to survive.

Moreover, on the planet where he existed, carriages and wooden planks like these were ancient relics from many years ago.

Organizing the additional memories in his mind, Fang Ming gained some understanding of this body and the world.

This was a world similar to the Western Middle Ages, where mysterious powers existed.

The body he was in was originally named Ralin Farrell, the son of a minor noble. After being diagnosed with magical talent, he was able to become a wizard apprentice through the efforts of his father, Viscount John Farrell. Now, he was on his way to the wizard academy in this carriage.

Looking at the person who had woken him up, he saw a big boy.

With thick eyebrows, large eyes, a prominent nose, and a head of lustrous golden hair, the boy's face was still somewhat youthful, but his body was covered in solid muscles, giving him a very manly appearance.

Seeing Fang Ming wake up, the big boy smiled happily: "Haha... Ralin, you're finally awake. If you had been out for a few more minutes, you would have missed dinner. I bet you don't want to go hungry!"

Fang Ming's eyes drooped slightly, and after a brief moment of thought, he knew the identity of this person.

"George, thank you!"

The young men and women traveling with him to the wizard academy were all detected to have magical potential. This George was the legitimate son of an earl, and it was said that he was very favored by the earl. A lot of favors and resources were spent to get George into the academy.

"An earl, huh?" Fang Ming thought to himself.

He then thought about his own father, Viscount John Farrell, who ruled over a territory the size of a city in his previous life, with thousands of soldiers under his command. In this world, status and power were closely linked. Since George's father was an earl, his territory must be several times the size of a city, and his annual income would be in the thousands of gold coins. If it took a great deal of effort to get him into the academy, how did his own father manage to send him here?

As Fang Ming was thinking, another wave of intense pain hit his head, and a scene flashed before his eyes.

It was in a dark, secret room, where the yellowed wooden shelves exuded an ancient aura, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of dust.

Under the light, John Farrell solemnly handed a ring to Ralin: "Dear Ralin, this is the most precious treasure of our Farrell family, a token of a wizard's promise. My grandfather once helped an injured wizard, who gave him this ring and promised that if any of his descendants had talent, they could become a wizard apprentice and enter the wizard academy to study, free of tuition! Now, I give it to you, hoping that you will carry on the glory of the Farrell family..."

The ring!!!

Fang Ming's pupils tightened, and his right hand instinctively touched his chest.

Beneath the silk clothing, he felt a hard object, like an iron ring, placed there.

Fang Ming let out a long breath: "Thank goodness! I don't know if it's because those people didn't notice it or if there were some constraints, but they didn't take it away!"

As a scientist in his previous life, Fang Ming was very curious about mysterious powers and had a strong desire to explore them.

Moreover, he did not want to be sent back to his family because he lost an important admission credential.

"Although I have taken over this body and accepted the memories, I am still different from the original Ralin Farrell. His family, who have lived with him for over a decade, would certainly notice! If they think I am possessed by a demon and bring in a wizard to examine me, I have no confidence in hiding it..."

"But if I enter the wizard academy, I will have a few years without having to return. By then, even if I have changed, it would be normal. Besides, wizards tend to become eccentric and reclusive, so staying the same would be abnormal!"

While he was thinking, a pair of strong hands helped Fang Ming up.

"What were you thinking about?" George asked.

"Nothing... nothing!" Fang Ming quickly shook his head and rubbed his head, which still hurt.

Suddenly, he turned around and stared at George, making George feel uneasy, as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake.

"Dear George, why didn't you wake me up when I was lying on the floor for so long?" Fang Ming asked, rolling his eyes.

"Hehe! I thought you were sleeping so soundly, I figured you liked lying there!" George scratched his head, seemingly embarrassed, but his eyes gleamed with mischief.

Under Fang Ming's murderous gaze, he finally raised his hands in surrender: "Alright! Alright! Who made you offend my goddess? Even if you offended her, I wouldn't be stingy, considering we're friends. But everyone on the carriage is hostile towards you, and I don't want to be isolated!"

"Offend? Goddess?" Fang Ming scratched his head, suddenly remembering the reason for the beating.

It was a girl named Besta, who, though only fifteen or sixteen, was very well-developed, with large, watery eyes. She was particularly attractive to Ralin, the lecher.

This Ralin was not a good person either. He had lost his virginity at twelve and had since seduced or coerced over a hundred people, becoming a major scourge in the territory.

Recalling this, Fang Ming rolled his eyes: "No wonder this body is so weak, it's not just because of the injury!"

Continuing to recall, Ralin, who was used to bullying in the territory, did not know how to restrain himself when he saw Besta.

At first, his advances could be considered normal, but later, he planned to force himself on her. Fang Ming, seeing this, mentally labeled Ralin as an idiot.

"She's a princess of a small country! How could he think of forcing himself on her? Does Ralin have nothing but mush in his head?"

The rest is self-explanatory. Ralin was severely beaten by a group of protectors and died, leaving Fang Ming to take over.

"Hehe! This Besta seems to be quite cunning!" Fang Ming thought with a cold smile.

"Whatever! No matter what, since I've taken over your body, I'll avenge you if I get the chance! For now, I am Ralin Farrell!"

Fang Ming vowed to himself.

In Ralin's memories, he had never seen an Asian person or heard a Chinese name. In this Western fantasy world, using a Chinese name would be too awkward and dangerous!

Looking around, the spacious carriage was now empty, which was why George had only come to wake him up now.

"Anyway, thank you! George, do you have any medicine for injuries?" Fang Ming got up, stretched his body, and although a few places still hurt, it did not affect his movement. There was a scab on the back of his head.

"Hehe... I knew you would need this!" George laughed and tossed a small bottle. "This is a family secret, said to be used by knights during training, and it's very effective for physical injuries!"

As he spoke, George looked around furtively: "Alright! Dinner is about to start. I'll go first. Hurry up and apply the medicine, and remember, don't tell anyone about our relationship!"

With that, he ran off like the wind!

Watching George's disappearing back, Ralin couldn't help but rub his forehead, "From the looks of it, Ralin must have really angered everyone. What a huge grudge! Just for flirting with a woman? In Ralin's memories, this world is relatively open about such things..."

Putting that aside for now, he quickly took off his clothes and applied the ointment to his injuries.

"Ouch... damn George, couldn't you have stayed to help me apply the medicine?" Ralin hissed as he applied the ointment.

The ointment was indeed effective. As soon as Ralin applied it, a cool sensation spread from the wound, alleviating the pain.

After treating his injuries, Ralin put on his clothes and opened the carriage door.

Whoosh!!

A gentle breeze blew, and the yellow sun in the distance slowly set, casting a golden glow over everything.

"Whatever, it's good to be alive!!!"

Ralin's eyes seemed to moisten as he muttered.

Looking around, a dozen large carriages formed a makeshift camp, with a bonfire burning in the middle.

Many young men and women were sitting on blankets on the ground, resting, laughing, and playing, occasionally taking a bite of bread.

Ralin walked straight to a long table where bread and juice were laid out. According to his memories, that was where the food was distributed.

As he approached, he saw a few people still in line. When they saw Ralin, they all looked at him with disdain.

Although Ralin considered himself to have a thick skin, he still felt uncomfortable.

But he didn't leave. No matter what, he needed to eat.

"Hurry up!" a hoarse voice said.

"Y-Yes, Lord Angeray!" A boy with spots on his face quickly apologized, took his share of food, and ran off.

"Beep! Danger alert! Danger alert!"

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