Chapter 1: Crossing into Another Realm

  At the entrance of the residential area, a bald old man who was on duty listened to Peking Opera on the radio while shaking his head. A motorcycle came from afar, with a thin face, messy hair, and an ordinary face that only had a pair of sword-like eyebrows that were somewhat impressive.

  "Hey, Little Liu, your package." The old gatekeeper shouted at the young motorcyclist.

  "Vroom..." Liu Yue stopped the motorcycle and walked over to the gatekeeper, "Sorry about that," he said as he handed the old man a cigarette.

  The old man happily accepted the cigarette "Don't mention it, don't mention it, haha. You're off work pretty early today" "Uh-huh" As the saying goes, Yan Wang is easy to deal with, but small ghosts are hard to tie up. Liu Yue wouldn't let this old man be unhappy just because of one or two cigarettes.

  He took out a lighter and skillfully lit a fire, after a few puffs of smoke and some casual conversation, he left.

  The protagonist, Liu Yue, is 23 years old. His parents died in a traffic accident when he was in elementary school, leaving behind only a sum of compensation money and a two-bedroom apartment. Since then, he has been self-reliant and has experienced the coldness of society, the deceit and indifference of relatives, and the ruthlessness of the world. As a result, compared to his peers, he is more mature and articulate. When his university classmates were still looking for jobs, he was already working as a senior manager at a sales company. Because of his experience in dealing with people, his boss would sometimes ask him to handle difficult clients, and Liu Yue would often take on these tasks and earn extra money on the side. Due to his impressive performance, his boss would often refer to him as his "secret weapon." Today, after completing his task, he simply reported back to his boss and then headed home, which his boss accepted with a smile.

  Back home, the two-bedroom apartment was tidy and organized, a good living habit for an adult male. After casually opening his computer to check some information and turning on music, he headed to the bathroom to take a shower. In front of the mirror, he admired his physique, with clear lines and muscles that were not too exaggerated but hinted at explosive power. This was also the part of his body that Liu Yue was most satisfied with, aside from his eyebrows. Although he had a common face, those eyebrows were sharp and sword-like, earning him the envy of his friends in college who called them "sword brows".

  He changed into clean clothes and came to the computer desk, opened a webpage to browse the news, when suddenly a web game advertisement popped up. Occupying the entire screen was a huge black wolf head, on the webpage was a row of eye-catching titles "Endless Summoning, you can summon anything you want, and there are副本 tasks waiting for you to pass" on both sides were several anime characters surrounding a large "GO". Liu Yue casually clicked to close it without paying attention, then turned around to the kitchen to prepare dinner. However, the webpage on the computer slowly distorted into a constantly twisting whirlpool, looking like the computer screen itself was distorting, but Liu Yue who was working in the kitchen had no idea about this situation.

  After resolving the Wugong Temple issue, Liu Yue came to his parents' memorial portrait and touched the photo, "Dad and Mom, I still miss you so much!" After two minutes of silence, Liu Yue muttered: "Shouldn't I find a girlfriend now? I'm already 23 years old. Mom in heaven must be worried about this too."

  Liu Yue walked to the computer with a murmur, and suddenly "Boom" the display screen of the computer burst open, and a black whirlpool occupied the position of the display screen. The electric current radiating from around the whirlpool swept through the house, leaving chaos wherever it passed.

  "What the...? What is this?" Liu Yue was stunned, looking at a scene like something out of a science fiction movie. The electric current crackled and sparked on the light bulbs, "popping" several times, snapping Liu Yue back to reality. Seeing more and more electricity, Liu Yue turned around and ran, but it was too late. The increasing number of sparks gradually formed an electrical grid. Finally, with a loud "boom", the entire room exploded, and Liu Yue, who didn't make it out, turned into a charred corpse. "This is... really unlucky" were Liu Yue's final thoughts.

  The whirlpool in the quiet room was still spinning, looking exceptionally eerie, as if it had an attractive force. A blue virtual shadow floated out of Liu Yue's body and was sucked into the whirlpool.

  "Ugh, my head hurts so much, what's going on, I'm so thirsty...". A slender boy with golden long hair lay in bed, his pale white skin looking even more pallid due to illness. "Young master, you're awake, that's great! Oh, I'll go get some water right away."

  Opening his weak eyes, what entered his vision was a European-style hospital room. "What's going on...this hospital..." He said before fainting again.

  This is our protagonist Liu Yue, who has fainted again and is now in a dark space. "What...where am I?" Liu Yue looked around at the endless darkness, lost in thought. What was his current situation? Was he still alive? Had he not died in the explosion, or was he now a vegetable? Was this his own mind? As the protagonist pondered, screens appeared before him - no, throughout the entire black space - playing segments of video that then dissolved into light points and merged with Liu Yue's body...or rather, soul. But our protagonist didn't know, because he fainted again. The soul, gradually surrounded by light points, slowly faded away and finally merged into the dark space.

  Liu Yue woke up again, looking at his own body, feeling weak and powerless, he clenched his fists weakly. He sat up, with a mocking smile "Your body is really weak, Francis!" The owner of this body was named Francis*Du*Aixus, a fallen noble. His family had been the founding contributors of this country, the Caesar Empire, and had been hereditary marquises. However, three generations ago, due to some trivial matter with the imperial family, they had taken the wrong side and were stripped of their marquis title, demoted to barons. Fortunately, because of their contributions to the empire's founding, the emperor hadn't gone as far as to wipe them out completely. Francis' mother had died in childbirth, his father had been obsessed with restoring the family's honor and had died in a monster attack on the city. As for Francis, he could be said to be a gloomy youth, having lost his mother at a young age, becoming silent and taciturn after losing his father, shouldering the mission of reviving his family, he trained hard every day, resulting in his body being out of balance due to excessive pressure, ultimately dying during this attempt to break through to the third-tier magic.

  Having accepted the memories of a youth named Francis, Liu Yue knew his current situation. "Have I crossed over? This is indeed... fate's cruel joke!! The continent of Aegina, swords and magic, magical beasts, elves, dwarves, beastmen, gods and devils, what a wondrous world!”. Feeling the power in his body, a thread of transparent magic. "This, this is third-tier? I didn't think that Francis's life and death would actually break through!" Because he had merged with all of Francis's memories, Liu Yue now clearly understood his situation. "Completely merged, then who am I...?"

  "Ah, Master Francis, how did you get up. Quick, lie down." An old servant who had just entered from the door saw Liu Yue, now Francis, and rushed over to press him back onto the bed in a fluster. The old servant was over 60 years old with a head of grey hair, pinning down Francis' hands, and even through the layer of clothing, one could feel the coarseness.

  "This body is too weak, an old man just pushed me down." Thinking about the memory of this old man: Butler Marko, the old butler of this declining baron family, has been a butler since Francis's father became the master of the house, and has seen Francis grow up. Even when the Ares family declined, he did not leave, and can be said to be loyal. Always pinning his hopes on Francis, hoping that he could revive the Ares family. "What kind of family is this?" Liu Yue complained to the old butler: "Ah... Marko, I'm fine now."

  "Master, how are you feeling now? Are you better? Is there anywhere uncomfortable..." A string of questions interrupted Liu Yue's inquiry, and Liu Yue listened quietly to Marko's question. "This feeling, a forgotten feeling, is the feeling of being cared for!" Slowly, Liu Yue's eyes became slightly moist. "What's wrong, Master? Are you still in pain?" Marko asked.

  "Master, me? Ah! Although it's a hassle, since I've taken your things, from now on I am Francis, Francis Du Aix!!" His moist eyes gradually became bright and spirited, and Francis' memories grew clearer.

  "Master, Master! What's wrong with you? What are you thinking about..." Marko asked hastily, and tears also flowed down.

  "Nothing, Marco, I'm fine now, better than ever, you see!" said Liu Yue, no, Francis, raising his right arm to flex his biceps. But Francis had just come back from the brink of death and was still too weak, besides, what could you expect from a housebound wizard?

  "Haha......" Looking at Francis' helpless face, Marco said: "The young master has changed and is no longer taciturn!"

  "Really?"

  "Hmm!"

  "Marco, you've worked hard all these years!"

  Francis, now lying on the bed, is most concerned about the magic in his body. From memory, he knows that this is a world of strong people. "This world is very dangerous, extremely dangerous, fortunately, I just wore it and became a third-tier mage, saving me several years of time." Feeling the magic in his body, he gradually enters meditation, which has already become Francis' bodily instinct, and the protagonist only needs to remember this feeling.

  "Marco, I'm fine now, let me go out for a walk!" "Young master, you should rest for a while since your illness has just gotten better!"

  Francis, who had been recuperating in bed for half a month, finally recovered somewhat and eagerly walked out of the room. According to his memory, he strolled through the familiar yet strange courtyard, which was not very large, about 200 square meters in total. Usually, it was taken care of by Old Marko, as for maids and such, the current Aries family didn't have that much spare money. In the center of the courtyard was a martial arts arena, but since Francis was a magician, it could only be used to practice magic.

  Looking at the wooden stakes in the distance, Francis silently cast a holy light bullet, one of the few spells he knew. Although his family had fallen on hard times, the magic of a low-ranking magician was still usable.

  It must be said that Francis is a diligent genius, able to instantaneously cast a second-level magic spell at the age of sixteen. For magicians with extremely high talent, it's not difficult to instantaneously cast magic spells; they can grasp the essence of magic in an extremely short period of time. Those with lower talent, on the other hand, must practice constantly, allowing their bodies to remember the magic and make it second nature in order to achieve instantaneous casting. Although Francis' talent is not exceptionally high, his diligence cannot be denied; otherwise, his body would not have been exhausted to the point of collapse during his promotion exam.

  Looking at the broken wooden stakes in the distance, "This magic is quite impressive, and it feels amazing to have power!"

  After dinner, Francis got up from the bathtub and looked at himself in the mirror. His golden straight hair fell on his shoulders, a pair of blue eyes under thin eyebrows, delicate skin, and that damned melon face. "Really...born beautiful! This guy is basically a fake girl, what a waste of my original muscles."

  "There's... a black tattoo on the left chest, a ferocious wolf head. "Ah, Francis has such a manly tattoo? I don't remember him having this tattoo before?!"