Vladimir, the son of the Lord of the North Ice Territory of Ontario.
In the North Ice Territory, Vladimir means 'to rule the world.' It is said his father hoped he would become a powerful lord in the future.
However, he was a good-for-nothing who had been stealing chickens and dogs since childhood, and was skilled in eating, drinking, and gambling.
The main reason he hadn't indulged in prostitution was that he was too young before.
During a mysterious brawl, he was accidentally struck in the head, leading to unconsciousness.
He only opened his eyes after being in a coma for about a week.
"Where am I?"
"Wasn't I working overtime late into the night?"
"I was just too tired, so I took a nap during a break from overtime."
"How did I end up here?"
Huang Qiang looked up at his surroundings and found himself lying in a lavishly furnished and exquisitely decorated room.
He tried to sit up, but failed several times.
Combined with the intense pain in his head, he simply lay back down, no longer struggling.
Perhaps hearing his movement as he tried to get up,
the room door opened, and a girl of about eleven or twelve years old peeked her head in.
"Oh, Young Master, you're awake?"
"That's great, that's great! I'll go call Madam and the others right away."
The young girl didn't even enter the room; she just ran off.
Hearing the young girl call him 'Young Master,' a flood of memories that didn't originally belong to him rushed into his mind.
The original owner was named Franklin Vladimir.
He was the sixth child in the family.
He had four older brothers and one older sister.
Additionally, he had three younger brothers and two younger sisters.
In total, there were eleven siblings.
They could already form a football team.
And it seemed the original owner's mother was pregnant again.
Why have so many children?
The memory provided the answer. Vladimir's father came from a large family called Franklin.
Their family came to the North Ice Territory as an pioneering branch of the original family, to establish a foothold for the family in the northern part of the kingdom.
The harsh, cold environment of the north made the Franklin family, being southerners, unwilling to come.
So the original family set a rule to encourage childbirth.
The more prosperous their family became, the more support they would receive from the original family.
After all, someone like Vladimir was born in the North Ice Territory; he would probably feel uncomfortable returning to the south.
And no one had come to the north for so many years, so the severity of the environment was imaginable.
Without family support, it would be almost impossible to move forward.
Therefore, for the development of the territory, Vladimir's father could only try his best to have many children.
Having many children led to insufficient time to educate each child.
This, in turn, led to Vladimir developing many bad habits from a young age.
In Vladimir's memory, the original owner was a complete good-for-nothing.
Despite training for a long time, he couldn't cultivate battle qi. Even though his father hired a special teacher for him, he made no progress.
So the original owner gave up on himself, spending his days wandering the streets, getting into fights.
A few days ago, he ran into a tough opponent—a monster hunter whose body was wrapped in bandages.
The original owner coveted a hexagonal star pendant on the hunter's body, so he took his subordinates to snatch the pendant.
The robbed hunter, of course, was unwilling and seized an opportunity to break free from the original owner's subordinates.
Then, with a sneak attack from behind, he struck the original owner's back, causing the original owner to spit blood on the spot.
The hunter was still not satisfied and delivered another heavy blow to the back of the original owner's head.
Except for the original owner, no one noticed that after the original owner's blood splattered on the hexagonal star pendant,
the pendant's light dimmed and it merged into the original owner's body.
Subsequently, the original owner's head was severely hit, and he fell into a coma.
Since he had transmigrated, it meant the original owner must not have survived.
Huang Qiang told himself, 'Let the previous life be a dream; now I am Vladimir.'
I'm not working today! I'm not working tomorrow! I'm not working ever again! Just one word: awesome!
Vladimir stood up and stretched.
He suddenly remembered that the hexagonal star pendant looked exactly like the auxiliary system in a game he had written in his previous life.
He wanted to see if the pendant had reappeared but found he had already changed clothes, so he gave up.
Just then, a beautiful lady with a large belly entered the room. She immediately felt Vladimir all over, only relaxing when she confirmed he was truly fine.
Then he saw his father, Duke Utah.
The Duke was a tall, sturdy man.
He always had an expression of stern authority on his face when facing Vladimir.
"Since you're fine, you'll continue training with Knight Jiayou this afternoon! Besides training, you're confined to the castle for half a year!"
The original owner might have wailed. After all, training had always been ineffective, a complete waste of life.
But for Vladimir, a tech-savvy person, not going out for half a year was exactly what he wished for.
"Father, what about the hunter who injured me?" Vladimir immediately asked the question he most wanted to know.
"He's already been killed by me. It's a disgrace that my son couldn't even defeat a common tomb raider!"
With that, Duke Utah flicked his sleeve and walked out of the room.
Vladimir's heart finally settled. So that guy was a tomb raider; Vladimir had always thought he was a monster hunter.
The original owner's mother also told him to rest well, then, with her large belly, went back to rest and care for her pregnancy.
Time came to the afternoon, and he saw his teacher, Knight Jiayou, on the training ground in the castle!
This was an unusually young Knight, appearing to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, yet already a formal Knight.
It seemed he was part of the family's support. He was a reward his father requested when his eleventh sister was born.
It was said that Knight Jiayou would stay in the North Ice Territory for five years before returning to the main family.
"Hello, Teacher."
Vladimir felt as if he had returned to his childhood, standing up in class and saying 'Hello, Teacher.'
"Hmm, it seems you've recovered well. Let's start training then."
Knight Jiayou glanced at him and said expressionlessly.
Anyone could sense Knight Jiayou's dislike for this student.
"First, perform the set of movements I taught you before. I want to see how well you've mastered them."
Knight Jiayou immediately wanted to assess his learning progress.
At this moment, to say Vladimir wasn't nervous would be a lie, because he had only inherited the original owner's memories but had never actually performed this set of movements.
So, following the memories in his mind, he squatted slightly and assumed the starting posture for the set of movements.
"Stop!"
Before he could even think about what the next movement was,
Knight Jiayou interrupted his thoughts.
"What's wrong with you? Not only have you not improved, but you've regressed so much!"
Knight Jiayou's stern criticism almost made Vladimir plop down onto the ground.
How does that saying go? The mind understands, but the body still doesn't.
Vladimir's current situation was exactly like this.
Although he was very familiar with this set of movements in his memory, he only realized how difficult it was when he actually started practicing it.
"My body is still a bit uncomfortable, which caused some deformation in my movements. I hope you can understand, Teacher," Vladimir explained somewhat reluctantly.
"Alright, then you should recover your body first. I'll practice by myself over here. If you have any questions, come find me!"
Knight Jiayou thought for a moment and felt it made some sense.
This was a good opportunity to avoid wasting time on this good-for-nothing.
Every time he taught Vladimir was the most painful time in his life. He truly couldn't understand how someone could be so stupid.
"Hmm, indeed. This is the attitude a person forced to work should have."
Vladimir thought to himself.
Since the Knight teacher wasn't going to supervise him,
he might as well seize this opportunity to have time to thoroughly familiarize himself with his body.
So Vladimir nodded and said, "Okay, Teacher."
Then he stopped paying attention to what Knight Jiayou was doing.
Vladimir began to adjust his movements bit by by, according to the memories in his mind.
He didn't seek fluidity or perfect standard movements; he just hoped to complete the entire set of movements.
"Ding!"
"System activated!"
"Current objective: Achieve getting Started in the basic cultivation technique, Giant Bear Breathing Technique."
"Current progress: 1%."
"Huh, what is this? Is this my golden finger for transmigration?"
Vladimir's attention immediately focused on the large block of text that suddenly appeared before his eyes.
What he didn't notice was that because he was concentrating on the text in front of him, to outsiders, he just stood there on the training ground, motionless and in a daze.
"Sure enough, this good-for-nothing still hasn't changed his ways. As soon as he's left alone, he'll slack off and take it easy."
Knight Jiayou showed an 'I knew it' expression.
But at this moment, Vladimir could no longer pay attention to anything else.
He carefully studied the interface that appeared before him.
He found that this interface was called the 'Omnipotent Cultivation System.'
Based on its name, he guessed it should display his progress in whatever Vladimir wanted to do.
And since there was only one progress bar, did that mean he could only advance one goal at a time?
"Forget it, don't think too much. Let me try again first; I'll figure out the function of this golden finger later!"
So Vladimir resumed practicing this cultivation technique.
Throughout the morning, Vladimir stumbled and practiced this complete set of movements four times in total.
As he expected, the system now showed his cultivation progress for the Giant Bear Breathing Technique had reached 4%.
He could clearly feel his proficiency with the Giant Bear Breathing Technique developing rapidly.
He just didn't know if this was the effect of the system or due to the original owner's muscle memory from cultivation.
After a simple lunch,
Vladimir eagerly returned to the training ground.
He paid no mind to the scorching midday sun, meticulously continuing his cultivation.
This made Knight Jiayou, who appeared only around three in the afternoon, his eyes light up.
Was this guy on steroids?
Never mind, he's probably just putting on a show. He'll be back to his old ways in a few days.
So Knight Jiayou didn't bother with Vladimir and continued to practice his own cultivation technique.
Just like that, the sun gradually slid from the middle of the sky to the mountainside.
And Vladimir had also practiced this set of movements 6 times.
Looking at the Giant Bear Breathing Technique on the system interface again, he found that the cultivation progress had already reached 10%.
This filled Vladimir with immense excitement.
It was known in his memory that cultivating the Giant Bear Breathing Technique was an extremely difficult task.
The original owner practiced almost every day, but his progress was extremely slow, and he hadn't achieved getting Started even after three or four years of practice.
And if he couldn't become a Knight, then he would have no inheritance rights whatsoever.
This meant he would eventually become a marginalized figure in the family, ordered around by the future family head.
This was absolutely unacceptable to both the original owner and Vladimir, the transmigrator.
After all, having transmigrated to such an interesting transcendent world, he had to experience the views from the top to make this extraordinary encounter worthwhile.
Vladimir had intended to just grab a quick dinner.
However, the memories in his mind told him that among nobles, lunch could be simple, but dinner was the true main meal.
Every day, his father would eat dinner in the dining room.
And every day, he would check on the situation of each of his siblings. At the same time, he would explain the family's recent situation and then inform them of the family's next plans.
If he didn't attend dinner, he would certainly be questioned by his father. If there was no reasonable excuse, he would definitely be punished.
Thinking of this, Vladimir had no choice but to suppress his urgent desire to continue cultivating. He first took a bath, then arrived at the family dining room around seven in the evening.
As soon as he entered the dining room, he found that his father, mother, and siblings were already seated at the dining table, but they hadn't started eating yet.
Noble etiquette instantly flashed through his mind.
Dinner could only begin after all family members were seated at the table.
"Why are you so late today, Vladimir? Aren't you going to give us an explanation?"
A tall, blond man sitting next to Vladimir's father said, with a hint of teasing.
Vladimir looked and knew immediately that this person was his eldest brother, James.
He was also, theoretically, the family's first heir.
If nothing unexpected happened, his eldest brother would most likely be the future family head, as he was his father's favorite and most satisfactory son.
"Oh, never mind, never mind. Dinner was supposed to start at seven anyway. And I heard from the servants that Vladimir trained all day today."
The noble lady sitting next to Vladimir's father interjected to smooth things over.
"Hmm, good. This time, you've been through a life-and-death trial, and you've finally made some progress!"
Vladimir's father made the final judgment. Apparently, he had also heard that Vladimir had trained all day, and very diligently at that.
This made his heart, which had been dormant towards Vladimir, begin to stir with a glimmer of hope.
After all, no father doesn't wish for his son to work hard. Family expansion also greatly needed talented direct descendants.
"Sorry, Father, I had some inspiration during my cultivation today, which caused me to practice a bit late," Vladimir explained as he took his seat.
In his memory, his eldest brother had always been like this, constantly picking faults with his younger siblings to assert his authority and suppress them.
After all, being the first in line of succession didn't necessarily mean he was absolutely the future master of the family.
