Chapter 1: A New Storm Has Arrived

The Papal State, the resplendent Venus Hall.

Magic crystal lamps on the dome gently scattered brilliant soft light, and the air was filled with the scent of expensive spices and rich fruit wine.

At this royal tea party gathering many noble children, a farcical clown show was playing out in the center of the hall.

“Laura, I like you. Please accept my pursuit!”

Lorin Morsat, dressed in an extremely refined noble suit, held a bouquet of fresh red roses in both hands, his eyes fervent and his movements humble.

The woman standing before him wore an expensive dress deliberately piled with intricate lace, her makeup thick like a palette, yet among the elegant noble ladies, she exuded a smell of cheap cosmetics that couldn’t be hidden.

Laura Katherine, the Count’s illegitimate daughter.

The surrounding nobles whispered, their eyes full of undisguised contempt:

“He’s a Duke’s son, yet he’s acting as an illegitimate daughter’s simp.”

“Forget it, this ‘non-magical person’ who can’t even sense a bit of magic can only serve as a clown in a circus.”

“The Morsat family is truly unlucky…”

Hearing the murmurs around, Laura not only felt no embarrassment, but a glint of morbid excitement flashed in her eyes. She thoroughly enjoyed being the center of attention and the pleasure of trampling on those of higher status.

“Lord Lorin, please have some self-respect.” Laura dismissively waved her hand, and with a slap, knocked the expensive red roses to the ground, the delicate petals scattering.

Then she intimately wrapped her arm around the second son of Count Sal beside her, looking down on him and insulting: “I like talented people like Lord Sal. Someone like you, a good-for-nothing non-magical playboy with nothing but family background, is completely unworthy of me!”

After saying that, she mercilessly picked up a glass of cold red wine from a nearby servant’s tray and splashed it directly on Lorin’s head.

The cold dark red liquid ran down Lorin’s actually quite handsome face, dripping onto his expensive suit, utterly miserable.

Admittedly, the young man had a handsome face and had once even been brilliant. But on the Sera Continent, a “non-magical person” who hadn’t awakened any bloodline was destined to be at the bottom of this world.

In this world where strength reigns supreme, even a Duke’s son was nothing but a waste scorned by all.

“Laura, listen to me explain…” Lorin, drenched in wine, dejectedly tried to step forward and take Laura’s hand.

“Get lost!” Sal from the side stepped forward, viciously punching Lorin in the cheek and shoving him to the ground.

“Did you hear that, you waste?” Sal mocked from above. “You actually ruined Laura’s mood for her first royal gathering! You need to compensate her properly, just give her the Red Mercury Mine of your Morsat family in the south!”

Lorin, knocked to the ground by Sal’s heavy punch, felt a violent ringing in his brain.

‘Where am I?’

‘Didn’t I just walk out of the school gate and get directly launched by a “big truck”?’

The next second, a flood of memories rushed into his brain like a rampaging mudslide.

Lorin’s pupils abruptly contracted.

‘Whoa! I not only transmigrated into this identical-name super ultimate simp Lorin, but according to the “script” of this world emerging in my mind, I’m simply a stupid hopeless villain cannon fodder! I have the top resources of a Duke’s son, but I go and be a stepping stone for a green tea bitch illegitimate daughter. In the future, I’ll not only bankrupt my family’s foundation but also keep provoking those Heaven-chosen female protagonists. Even that childhood friend who silently protected me since childhood has been repeatedly hurt by me. The final outcome: in the heavy snow, the completely disappointed childhood friend stops protecting me, and then the Heaven-chosen female protagonist Lucia stabs me through the heart, and I fall in the cold snow watching Lucia embrace my childhood friend. Heaven played an extremely cruel joke. Just got a rebirth experience card, but what I got was an infuriating death script.’

“Aaaaa, no! I just transmigrated, I don’t want to get written off!”

Just as Lorin was screaming internally and ready to scramble up and run away—

“I wonder what interesting things you are all discussing?” A clear, cold voice like shattering jade on ice suddenly sounded at the entrance of the hall.

“Or is it that the tea party I, this princess, am hosting is not enough to make you all behave with courtesy?”

Lorin instinctively raised his head, his pupils sharply contracting.

A stunningly beautiful figure, like a firework suddenly blooming in the night, appeared in his sight. What a face it was! The girl had an extremely rare cherry-pink long hair, falling to her waist like fine silk.

She wore a moon-white crossed-collar fitted robe, a silver belt emphasizing her slender waist to perfection.

Below the hem, a pair of well-proportioned long legs tightly wrapped in off-white lace-trimmed white stockings.

The extremely thin stockings created a faint, alluring indentation at the top of her thighs, the pure-and-seductive tension forming a breathtaking visual contrast with her cold, beautiful oval face.

Alice Akhia! The sole heir of the Papal State, the perfect Heaven-chosen female protagonist, and in the memories, the childhood friend who had wanted to help Lorin many times.

The girl’s stunning beauty and imposing aura instantly subdued the whole room, forcefully bringing the chaotic tea party back to order.

She slowly walked to Lorin’s side, a barely perceptible trace of concern flashing in her clear light-cherry eyes, then extended her white lace-gloved hand to gently lift Lorin from the ground.

Laura, watching this scene from the side, was so jealous her nails nearly dug into her flesh, thinking.

‘She’s just a bit better in birth! Princess Alice, even if you’re high and mighty, so what? The childhood friend you care so much about is still a dog begging at my feet!’

Even the surrounding nobles secretly shook their heads in their hearts: This Lorin was really mud that couldn’t be stuck to the wall, always needing the princess to come help him out.

At this moment, Lorin, a clear-minded college student with two lifetimes of experience, stared at Alice so close, her faint lavender scent drifting from her, and was completely stunned.

‘By Sera above… Does the original owner have some serious illness or a fetish for ugly women?! A perfect childhood friend like a celestial fairy right beside me, good family, perfect figure, protective and tsundere, how did the original owner manage to be so blind as to fall for Laura that scheming girl with cakey makeup?!’

“Alice…” Lorin murmured subconsciously.

Alice, who was coldly reprimanding Sal and Laura for their rude behavior with proper and elegant noble etiquette, paused at the sound. Her brows slightly furrowed, a flash of exasperation in her light-cherry eyes.

She thought that her childhood friend was about to jump out recklessly to defend that green tea bitch again, just like countless times before.

Seeing this, Sal immediately puffed out his chest and turned the accusation: “Your Highness, you can’t blame us! It was this ungrateful waste Lorin who harassed Laura first, and dared to disturb your tea party. He’s completely twisting the facts!”

Laura also proudly lifted her chin and shot a contemptuous look at Lorin, “Don’t think being protected by the princess will help you. A waste is a waste.”

Just when everyone thought Lorin would put on another melodramatic act to please Laura, he suddenly stepped forward, pulled Alice protectively behind him, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

“Forget all that trivial stuff! Alice, arrest them immediately! These two are traitors!”