He has transmigrated, been reborn...

But he’s become the son of George Brooks. Yet, as far as he remembers, George Brooks didn’t have a son in the Three Kingdoms. What’s going on here?

His impression of George Brooks is of someone who fought with mighty warriors over women.

Although he got the girl, he lost his head.

Then his whole family was beheaded by the mighty warrior, even his white-haired grandmother was decapitated by that William Grant.

What should he do?

He doesn’t know how to make paper, doesn’t understand gunpowder, let alone any advanced fire-dipping techniques. He’s just a humble forest ranger, who forgot to bring Baidu along when he transmigrated, and was even reborn into the body of an incredibly ugly guy.

His father sees him as a monster, everyone else treats him like a scourge, except for his grandmother and sister...

He wants to survive. To keep his grandmother from being beheaded, he must first kill William Grant; so what if he changes history? Everything he does is just to survive, and to let those who love him survive.

Volume One: Youthful Wandering

Chapter One: Rebirth (1)

Nancy Brooks was horrified to discover that he had actually become a baby.

Beside him lay a woman, a very delicate-looking woman, but she had already stopped breathing.

The environment he was in was also completely unfamiliar; everyone was dressed in ancient clothing and spoke in a strange language.

The only thing he could be sure of was that these people should all be Chinese—at least he could understand what they were saying.

“This child is really ugly!”

The speaker was a burly woman, who looked to be in her thirties or forties—two words: formidable.

“Not only ugly, but a jinx... Joan finally made it through, but didn’t get to enjoy a single good day before being killed by this little wretch.”

The one who chimed in looked very much like the midwife from Nancy Brooks’s village, but her words were filled with endless resentment. Nancy Brooks shivered, listening to the whispers around him—no one had anything good to say about him.

Heavens, what on earth is going on?

Nancy Brooks was still bewildered, unable to figure out how things had turned out like this.

He was born in the new society, but was an orphan. Thanks to the kindness of the villagers, he grew up day by day, and later became a forest ranger in the village. The village he lived in was in the Wuling Mountains of Hunan. There were many protected animals in the mountains, so while working as a forest ranger, Nancy Brooks’s other job was to protect those animals.

Ten days ago, he discovered someone sneaking into the mountains to hunt the animals.

With a strong sense of responsibility since childhood, Nancy Brooks immediately had the villagers call the police, and went into the mountains with weapons to search for the poachers himself. After ten days of searching, he found the poachers, but just as he was about to catch them, he was mistaken for a poacher by the armed police who entered the mountains. A small misunderstanding led to Nancy Brooks being shot by the armed police.

Nancy Brooks had no family, no attachments.

In the moment before death, he actually felt a strange sense of relief.

Could there really be ghosts and gods in this world, really reincarnation? Nancy Brooks hadn’t had much schooling, and although he didn’t believe in such things, he still felt a vague sense of awe toward them.

He thought he was dead, but unexpectedly, he was reborn!

Isn’t it said that before crossing the Bridge of Forgetfulness, you have to drink a bowl of Meng Po soup? Why can he still remember his past life so clearly?

“Why isn’t this child crying?”

A sturdy woman suddenly asked loudly, her words thick with an accent and a hint of fear.

“This—this child must be a monster!”

“Definitely a monster, otherwise how could he have jinxed Joan? Maybe, he’s the one who killed Joan!”

With that, panic spread among the crowd. Nancy Brooks, still lost in confusion, was startled by their words. These people sure have wild imaginations—how did he suddenly become a man-eating monster?

Just then, footsteps approached.

A moment later, a burly, broad-shouldered, barrel-chested man appeared in Nancy Brooks’s line of sight. The man looked to be about forty, with a full beard, a dark face, and an air of ruggedness about him.

“Where’s my son, where’s my son?”

The burly man shouted loudly, his voice booming like a bell, making Nancy Brooks’s ears ring.

“Master, this is the young master... but Joan is dead!”

The sturdy woman showed a look of sorrow as she answered the burly man’s question.

“This is my son?” The burly man was overjoyed, scooping up the now-infant Nancy Brooks, but when he got a good look at Nancy Brooks’s face, he frowned. “Why is this child so ugly?”

As the saying goes, blood is thicker than water.

Whenever a man becomes a father for the first time and holds his own child, there’s always a sense of closeness.

But this burly man didn’t feel that way. On the contrary, because Nancy Brooks was still lost in confusion, his expression seemed cold and distant to the man, making him rather displeased.

“Master, this child hasn’t cried since he was born!”

A sturdy woman quietly told the burly man, making his face grow even darker.