Bang!
A tremendous noise echoed on a highway leading to the city center.
Ji Qian, who had just been urgently notified by his company to work overtime and was told to go to the office to revise the marketing plan for a new game, felt utterly exhausted.
His last memory was of a truck suddenly swerving towards him and the terrified look in the driver’s eyes as he got out of the vehicle.
Only when the driver, trembling, approached, bringing with him the strong, pungent smell of alcohol, did Ji Qian shout out his final, indignant words in life.
“Damn it, don’t you know you shouldn’t drive after drinking?!”
A common method of transmigration via a stroke of ‘great fortune’.
A chill, clearly not belonging to this season on Earth, seeped in through the window.
The gentle morning sunlight fell on him, gradually clearing his muddled head a little.
When he woke again.
The first thing he saw was this luxurious room.
He opened his bleary, hazy eyes and looked at the person in the mirror—golden-haired, blue-eyed, dignified in bearing, the very image of a noble young master—feeling slightly at a loss.
The youth’s azure-blue eyes held a cold, sharp quality, and his face was impeccably handsome.
However, the youth’s attention was clearly elsewhere.
He reached up and touched the very conspicuous golden hair on his head, muttering to himself:
“…? I’ve become a blond?”
Though his eyes showed bewilderment, he was absolutely certain about one thing internally.
Great fortune + unfamiliar environment + blond hair + European-style furniture.
The classic transmigration formula for the Western Continent.
So… whose body have I crossed into?
As he gradually came to his senses, memories finally began flooding into his mind like a tide.
A big question mark increasingly appeared over his head.
“?”
“…Ailundun Keliande. That should be me.”
Ailundun murmured, continuing to follow the memories, trying hard to understand the current situation.
“Alright, let’s see what my parents are like… Damn it, both parents are alive and well. Does that mean I’m not the protagonist?”
It wasn’t until he dredged up a series of familiar terms from his memory that the shock in his eyes finally became impossible to conceal.
The Empire of Wen’erdun, the place where the original owner lived and studied, which was also his current location.
Wasn’t this the kingdom from his company’s new game, Half-Rose’s Wrath?
Contrary to expectations, he had transmigrated into an early-game antagonist from Half-Rose’s Wrath, a typical brainless, arrogant cannon-fodder character.
Many people have some misunderstandings about game planners, always thinking they don’t understand their own games… Well, alright, it’s true.
As the lead planner for marketing, he really didn’t play the games; he only had some insights into… a few money-making schemes.
But during his leisure time in the past, he had caught up on the game’s storyline and had a certain understanding of the plot and characters.
His deepest impression of this game was that it had been spontaneously voted by players as the “Best Traitor-to-Humanity Game of the Year.”
The reason lay with the game’s sole female protagonist and later-stage ultimate antagonist, Luofulei.
From a young age, Luofulei showed exceptional talent in poetry and the arts, leaving her peers far behind.
Consequently, her family placed great expectations on her, believing Luofulei to be the one who would revive the Lei-yadon family.
The turning point occurred on the day of the Lei-yadon family’s unique magic aptitude assessment.
In the magic-renowned Lei-yadon family, as the eldest daughter, her own magical talent was rated as low-level in the family assessment, while her younger sister was tested to have high-level magical talent.
Having lived for years under the shadow of her elder sister Luofulei, with the situation now reversed, her younger sister instantly developed resentment towards her.
Under pressure and exclusion from various factions, Luofulei eventually left the Lei-yadon family and began a wandering life in the kingdom.
After years of wandering, Luofulei ultimately grew indifferent to the world, holding no particular fondness for either humans or other races, believing all things in the world were equal, with no distinction between nobility and baseness.
After obtaining the key artifact to restart the world, the “Half-Rose’s Wrath,” Luofulei reversed time, returning to her girlhood.
Having experienced several cycles of reincarnation, her talent was peerless, and her resolve was incredibly firm.
After receiving support from other races several times, Luofulei rose to power forcefully, settling scores with all her former enemies, destroying over half the world, and ultimately conceived the long-cherished wish of establishing a “Heavenly Kingdom” where all things were equal.
This was the final chapter of the game:
“Poem of the Heavenly Kingdom.”
The player’s task was to help the female protagonist destroy dissatisfied humans and other races to create the “Kingdom of Heaven.”
This was also the origin of the game being called the “Best Traitor-to-Humanity Game.”
The more Ailundun thought about it, the stranger his expression became.
In the original story, the first country destroyed by Luofulei in alliance with other races was precisely the Weierdun Kingdom where he now resided.
“So, how did I die again?”
Ailundun frowned.
Soon—he finally remembered something.
His ancestors actually had the bloodline of outsiders, of a different race.
After settling in the Weierdun Kingdom for many years and intermarrying with pure Weierdun women, that trace of ancestral bloodline had long been diluted to who knows where.
But precisely during the period when Luofulei helped the other races breach the front lines, the royal family of the Weierdun Kingdom was utterly enraged and issued an order to purge all outsiders.
And as the only noble family in the Weierdun Kingdom with the bloodline of another race, his family suffered an undeserved calamity.
All the males were paraded through the streets and beheaded.
“So, it’s still related to Luofulei after all…”
Ailundun felt a sense of foreboding.
This somewhat shattered his dream, upon transmigrating here, of lazing around, eating and drinking, spending money like water, and living the life of a rich young master.
Just as he was pondering, a faint female voice came.
“Young Master, are you ready? The Master is waiting for you.”
Ailundun’s thoughts were pulled back.
He paused before replying:
“Right away. I’ll come after tidying up a bit more.”
He simply straightened his clothes and walked out of the room.
Just after leaving the bedroom.
He noticed the maid standing guard to the side.
The maid lowered her head, her hands clutching her skirt tightly, as if afraid of something.
“Let’s go.”
The expected scolding did not come. Instead, it made the maid slightly taken aback.
“Yes.”
Soon, she began leading the way, taking Ailundun to Ailan’s study—that is, Ailundun’s father, the true master of this residence, Aide’wen Keliande.
As they walked, the maid occasionally glanced at Ailundun from the corner of her eye, noticing a consistently gentle smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
It seems the Young Master is in a good mood today.
The maid, Milan, thought to herself secretly.
Noticing the maid’s cautious demeanor, Ailundun also sighed inwardly.
It seems my previous reputation wasn’t very good.
Although the former owner had all the flaws expected of a dandy, he did have some redeeming qualities.
For example, he liked making friends widely.
Whether noble ladies or commoners, as long as they suited his taste, he didn’t mind inviting them to the residence as guests.
But this also led to his old habit.
He loved showing off.
At the start of banquets, he would often put on airs for no reason, pretending to be a highly cultured, refined old noble.
He would also frequently offer sharp critiques of the poetry collections of the Weierdun Kingdom’s few renowned major poets.
Whenever this happened, crisp sounds of praise and agreement would ring out from under the long table, complimenting his unique taste.
Of course, how many of those were sincere and how many were false was unknown.
And Ailundun would often become carried away at such times, forgetting who he was, truly believing those people sincerely thought he was talented.
“…”
Soon, the maid brought him to a corner doorway.
After bowing deeply once more, the maid Milan retreated.
Ailundun nodded and knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
Upon receiving permission, Ailundun gently opened the door.
Upon entering, he saw a middle-aged man with a gentle demeanor and slightly graying temples, sitting on a high stool.
He was holding the latest evening paper issued by a famous institution in the Weierdun Kingdom, taking a sip of coffee, seemingly undisturbed by Ailundun’s entry.
Only when Ailundun walked behind him did he speak indifferently:
“How are the preparations I asked you to make?”
Ailundun was slightly taken aback, then quickly realized.
The other was referring to the enrollment materials for William Academy.
That pile of documents on his room’s desk.
Fortunately, the former owner had already prepared them; otherwise, he really wouldn’t know how to explain.
“They are almost ready.”
Ailundun nodded in reply.
“That’s good.”
Aide’wen merely nodded, then picked up the latest Weierdun Kingdom evening paper again and continued reading.
The two remained silent for a minute.
It was only then that Aide’wen finally glanced sideways at Ailundun, still in that utterly indifferent tone:
“That’s all. You may leave.”
Ailundun was taken aback again.
It seems the relationship between the former owner and his father was never very good.
During his lifetime, Ailan had always adopted a hands-off attitude towards Ailundun, and Ailundun was sufficiently unpromising, causing Aide’wen to hold little hope for his good-for-nothing son.
Even when they met, they usually only exchanged a few words.
It was practically like treating a biological son as if he were picked up from the street.
Considering their relationship, Ailundun said no more.
He nodded and silently withdrew.
Perhaps this wasn’t entirely a bad thing.
At least his nominal father wouldn’t immediately notice that his son seemed to have changed.
Just as he left the study, headed towards the dining room, and was thinking about whether he should get something to eat.
His vision flickered.
As points of light gathered before his eyes, lines of unfamiliar information appeared in his field of view.
“You seem to hold little hope for your future, planning to idle away, eat, drink, and maybe tease the maid a bit, living the life of a rich young master.”
“Yet the crisis of the Keliande family remains. No one knows whether tomorrow or an accident will come first.”
“Making the right choice at critical moments is very important.”
“To avoid repeating the doomed failure, perhaps changing your application and entering the Weierdun Empire Academy is a good idea.”
Task:
“Get in touch with Ailande. Perhaps she has a way to test into the Weierdun Empire Academy.”
Looking at the text suddenly appearing before him, Ailundun’s body shook with a start.
Was this his golden finger?
Probably a golden finger related to intelligence or information.
But coming back to his senses, he was also somewhat puzzled.
It wasn’t that he wondered who Ailande was; on the contrary, he knew very well who she was.
From his memories… wasn’t she one of his fair-weather friends?
Moreover, her magical talent wasn’t particularly good, and her family background was merely that of a fallen noble.
Even his cheap father didn’t dare claim he could pull strings to get him into the Weierdun Academy, only enrolling him in a relatively average noble academy.
What possible way could Ailande have to test into the Weierdun Empire Academy?
Could it be…?
Ailundun narrowed his eyes, immediately thinking of one possibility.
“…”