Preface: As long as you don't lose your nobility, the whole world will open up to you.
As the sound of the key turning in the lock echoed, the door gradually opened.
A man staggered in from outside, too lazy to wash up, and collapsed onto the bed to sleep as soon as he entered the room.
Perhaps it was due to the alcohol, but in his dazed state, jumbled fragments of memories flashed through his mind.
The images were blurry, as if covered by a thick layer of mosaic, making him feel confused.
But gradually, the images became clearer, and his field of vision continuously rose, rising higher and higher.
Eventually, it was as if he had become another person, looking at everything he had experienced since childhood from a God's-eye view.
Starting from a wailing infant, images continuously emerged, and the infant's age kept increasing.
Some things he himself had forgotten, but tonight they appeared clearly in his mind.
This made him a little scared, because he had heard that memories from the past only continuously surfaced before one's eyes when a person was dying.
"It shouldn't be that bad, should it? I just drank a few bottles of beer at a company gathering; how could I die? Could it be fake alcohol? No way, right? It can't be!"
This thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and the scene before his eyes finally froze at the moment he walked into his room and lay down on the bed.
His vision began to ascend further, the distance continuously increasing, and darkness slowly spread inward from the edges of his sight.
The scene before his eyes also gradually shrank, eventually becoming a tiny speck of light that vanished into the boundless darkness.
Yet, he felt his consciousness still rising. The moment that speck of light disappeared, his consciousness seemed to break free from some kind of restraint.
It began to accelerate its ascent, faster and faster, faster and faster. He didn't know how long it had been, as there seemed to be no concept of time in this pitch-black world.
Just as his consciousness was about to completely vanish, he suddenly discovered circles of milky white halos of light falling from above him.
This jolted him. Was he about to wake up?
He wanted to look up and see what it was, but found he couldn't move his eyes or turn his head.
He could only rely on the environmental changes he could see below to confirm that he seemed to be getting closer and closer to the source of that light.
Because ever since he saw those circles of light, the boundless darkness around him began to gradually recede, until light once again occupied his vision.
With a "plop" sound, he felt as if he had plunged into an ocean of light.
All around him were milky white halos of light, shining on him like the warm, gentle sun in winter.
The imagined awakening did not happen; instead, his consciousness began to dissipate rapidly, finally sinking into this ocean.
Upon waking again, he opened his eyes and looked at the group of blonde, blue-eyed people in front of him, feeling a bit confused.
What's going on? Am I still dreaming? The people around him seemed to be examining him, muttering something unintelligible.
Then he felt a sharp pain in his bottom and involuntarily began to wail loudly.
This made him even more bewildered. As he felt the people around him continuously handling him, he gradually realized that he had Transmigrated?
No way, no way! He had only drunk a few bottles of beer, so how did he Transmigrate?
Could it really have been fake alcohol? But even then, could drinking a few fake beers really kill someone?
He didn't really care about the fact that he had Transmigrated, after all, as a new youth of the 21st century, what kind of Transmigration dramas hadn't he seen?
He was just a bit bothered by the way he Transmigrated. What was this?
Died from drinking fake alcohol? This sounded like he had some kind of major illness, too low-brow, completely lacking in style, an embarrassment to his fellow Transmigrators.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, his pupils widening abruptly, and his uncontrollable crying stopped dead in its tracks.
He remembered! He had left suddenly this time, and his browser history hadn't been deleted!
It's over, it's over, his innocence is gone.
The crying that had abruptly stopped now resumed, louder and more miserable than before.
...
After a long while, he recovered from that extreme shame and slowly surveyed his surroundings.
Upon seeing this, he noticed that the people around him seemed to be wearing medieval-style clothing. He couldn't help but wonder if he had Transmigrated to ancient times?
Then he saw several people dressed like priests, their expressions solemn, muttering something. This suddenly made him a little excited.
Could it be that he had Transmigrated to a world of the mysterious Dao?
But unfortunately! Until he was seven years old, he found no trace of the mysterious Dao.
This world seemed to be an ordinary world, which disappointed him a little.
After all, without the mysterious Dao, this world would be too backward for him.
Currently, the most advanced invention was still only the Steam engine, and the most popular entertainment activities were opera, dancing, and horse racing, which made him greatly miss 21st-century mobile phones, computers, and WiFi.
He suddenly understood why his father in this life was so enthusiastic about having children.
He already had twelve siblings, and now two more mistresses were reportedly pregnant, making it fourteen in total.
However, the only thing worth celebrating was that his family background this time was quite good, truly approachable with "billions" and talented with "billions."
His father was a Duke of the Holy Chris Empire, with his own fiefdom, so he was born a person of status. What 996, 997? Die immediately!
And he didn't need to worry about his siblings competing for his family property or anything like that.
Because according to the laws of this world, they were illegitimate children and had no right of inheritance.
He, on the other hand, was the legitimate son, the proper son of the Duchess, and the heir to the Duchy.
This golden throne was as if welded to his backside; no one could take it away.
Thinking about it, that didn't seem right. Didn't he have a biological elder sister from the same father and mother?
But it didn't matter. Did this Xiao Mei Mei really think she could compete with him? It was simply a pipe dream.
Benefiting from the Transmigration, he could fluently speak the Chris Empire common language at seven months old.
At three years old, his talent in arithmetic astounded the Duchy's top mathematicians, who regarded him as a Genius.
At five years old, he could offer useful suggestions at the Duchy's council meetings.
And what about his sister then? Pfft, that Xiao Mei Mei? She was probably still playing in the garden with mud at that time.
Now, his name as a Genius had spread throughout the entire Duchy, and many people in the Empire had heard of his Genius reputation.
The position of heir was directly secured, completely stable, alright.
