[PS: Today's tasks: Talk to someone of the opposite sex (0/1) Eat a full meal (5/3)]
The door slowly opened as the key turned the lock.
A man staggered in, too lazy to wash up, and collapsed onto the bed to sleep.
Perhaps because he had drunk some alcohol, fragmented memories flashed through his mind in a hazy state.
The images were blurry, as if covered by a thick layer of mosaic, leaving him bewildered.
But gradually, the images became clearer, and his field of vision kept rising higher and higher.
Ultimately, he seemed to transform into another person, watching everything he had experienced from childhood to adulthood from a godlike perspective.
From the moment he was born, the images kept appearing, and the baby's age kept increasing.
Some things he had forgotten himself, but tonight they were clearly surfacing in his mind.
This frightened him, because he had heard that only when a person dies do their past memories resurface.
"It can't be that bad, right? I only had a few beers at the company party, how could I die? Was it fake alcohol? No way, it can't be!" This thought flashed through his mind, and the scene before him froze on the moment he entered the room and lay down on the bed.
His vision began to rise, the distance increasing, darkness slowly spreading inward from the edge of his field of vision.
The scene before him gradually shrank, eventually becoming a tiny point of light disappearing into the boundless darkness.
But he felt his consciousness continuing to rise. The instant the point of light disappeared, his consciousness seemed to break free from some kind of constraint.
It began to accelerate its ascent, faster and faster, faster and faster. He didn't know how much time had passed; after all, in this pitch-black world, the concept of time seemed nonexistent.
Just as his consciousness completely disappeared, he suddenly noticed rings of milky-white light showering down above him.
This jolted him awake. Was he about to wake up?
He tried to look up at what it was, but found he couldn't move his eyes or his head.
Only the rings visible from belowHe sensed the changing environment, confirming that he seemed to be getting closer to the source of the light.
Since seeing those halos of light, the previously boundless darkness around him gradually faded until light once again filled his vision.
With a soft "plop," he felt as if he had plunged into an ocean of light.
The surroundings were filled with a milky-white halo, shining on him like the warm winter sun, so warm and gentle.
The expected awakening didn't happen; instead, his consciousness was rapidly dissipating, eventually sinking into this ocean.
When he awoke again, he opened his eyes and looked at the group of blond-haired, blue-eyed people in front of him, somewhat bewildered.
What's going on? Am I still dreaming? The people around him seemed to be sizing him up, muttering something unintelligible.
Then he felt a sharp pain in his buttocks and involuntarily began to wail.
This confused him even more. Feeling the people around him constantly fiddling with him, he gradually realized that he had transmigrated? No way, no way! I only drank a few bottles of beer, how did I end up time-traveling?Could it really be fake alcohol? Surely not. A few bottles of fake beer could kill someone?
He wasn't particularly bothered by his own time travel. After all, as a modern 21st-century youth, what kind of time-travel drama hadn't he seen?
However, he was somewhat bothered by the way he'd traveled. What was this?
Dying from fake alcohol? That seemed more like having some serious illness. So low-class, so utterly disgraceful, a disgrace to his fellow time-travelers.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. His pupils widened sharply, and the uncontrollable sobs abruptly stopped.
He remembered! His sudden departure meant his browser history hadn't been deleted!
Gone, gone, his innocence was gone.
The sobs that had stopped abruptly resumed, louder and more pitiful than before.
...After a long while, he finally recovered from the extreme shame and slowly looked around.
He noticed that everyone around him seemed to be dressed in clothing from the 18th and 19th centuries. He couldn't help but wonder if he had somehow traveled back in time to a previous century."What?!"
Then he saw several people dressed like priests, their expressions solemn, muttering amongst themselves. This suddenly excited him.
Could it be that he had transmigrated to a world of the mystical realm?
[But what a pity!] Many years passed, and he found no trace of the mystical realm.
This world seemed utterly ordinary, which left him somewhat disappointed.
After all, without the mystical realm, this world was far too backward for him.
The most advanced invention was still the steam engine, and the most popular entertainment was opera, dancing, and horse racing. This made him desperately miss 21st-century cell phones, computers, and Wi-Fi.
He suddenly understood why his father in this life was so enthusiastic about having children.
He already had twelve siblings, and now, supposedly, two more mistresses were pregnant, making fourteen in total.
However, the only saving grace was that his family's financial situation was quite good this time. It was truly a case of "money talks," and "talent brings wealth."His father was a duke of the Holy Chris Empire, possessing his own fiefdom, sHe was the legitimate son of the Duchess, the rightful heir to the Duchy.
The golden throne was practically welded to his backside; no one could take it away.
Thinking about it, that didn't quite make sense. Didn't he have a full sister?
But whatever, this brat sister thought she could compete with him? Absolutely a pipe dream.
Benefiting from his transmigration, he could speak fluent Chris Empire common language at seven months old.
His mathematical talent at age three astonished the Duchy's top mathematicians.
At five, he could offer useful suggestions at Duchy meetings.
And where was his sister back then? Pshaw, his brat sister? She was probably still playing in the mud in the garden.
Now, his reputation as a genius had spread throughout the Duchy, and even people in the Empire had heard of him.
His position as heir was practically welded in, incredibly secure. He'd never had such a wonderful start.
o he was born into privilege. The idea of working 996 or 997 work schedules was a death sentence for him.
He also didn't need to worry about his siblings fighting over his inheritance.
Because according to the laws of this world, they were illegitimate children and had no right to inherit.
...(Divider)
This continent is vast, covering 500 million square kilometers. That's several times the total land area of Earth. I'm not very good at drawing maps.
Empire > Kingdom > Duchy.
Also, according to censorship requirements, the protagonist's age has been changed to adulthood, which is why there's a seal.
Don't scold me, it's the Tomato Rules.
[Rebirth, no masked character, multiple female leads, no cuckolding, the female lead has a noblewoman; if you don't like beautiful noblewomen, emm]