Waking up again, it was already dark, and outside, waves of slogans could be heard.

　　“Today I am proud to be a eunuch, tomorrow the eunuch party will be proud of me.”

　　“We have only one home, and that is the imperial palace. We have only one sky, and that is His Majesty the Emperor.”

　　“Devote ourselves wholeheartedly, serve until death, be loyal to His Majesty, and seek welfare for the common people.”

　　Transmigrated? Had he actually transmigrated?

　　Even though he had already fainted once, Henry Clark still found it utterly absurd, but he managed to somewhat accept this fact, since he’d had over ten hours of mental buffering while unconscious.

　　Besides, transmigration might not be entirely a bad thing for Henry Clark, since he had no attachments on that Earth.

　　Henry Clark grew up in an orphanage, completely unaware of who his parents were.

　　He was highly intelligent, a top student since childhood, but also extremely fickle. As a child he liked science, in middle school he liked literature, and as an adult he became obsessed with philosophy, so he eventually chose the philosophy department of a prestigious university.

　　Graduating from the philosophy department basically meant unemployment, but he was impressive enough to get a spot to stay at the university. After finishing his master’s, he became a university lecturer, and was preparing to pursue a PhD. Within ten years, he would become a professor in the philosophy department.

　　His girlfriend was the daughter of the head of the philosophy department, and also a music teacher at the same university. Although he would never be fabulously wealthy, if nothing unexpected happened, his life should have been happy and respectable.

　　But Henry Clark was a handsome, mercurial man, whose cunning yet innocent gaze was lethal to women. He was easily attracted to different women, with an obsession for novelty.

　　His girlfriend was great—beautiful and talented. But two months before their wedding, Henry Clark finally succumbed to the temptation of something new and cheated, and the other woman was a lead dancer at a bar.

　　His girlfriend was someone with an absolute obsession for emotional purity, and felt as if the sky had collapsed, immediately choosing to swallow sleeping pills in a suicide attempt. Of course, she was rushed to the hospital for a stomach pump within minutes, and her life was never in danger.

　　After the breakup, Henry Clark left his university job and began to completely indulge himself. It was hard to find work with a philosophy degree, but he was good-looking and knowledgeable—he could discuss lofty ideas with scholars, or drink and joke with street girls. He looked like a scholar but was actually a rogue; looked like a rogue but was actually a scholar.

　　Such talent shouldn’t go to waste, especially since he was so handsome. So Henry Clark became the star PR agent of a large corporation, achieving remarkable results and almost never failing, raking in commissions every time.

　　In the following years, he bought a big house in Shanghai, a Porsche sports car, and spent his days mingling with the powerful and the beautiful. He lived a life of debauchery, and every morning when he opened his eyes, the first thing he thought was: Damn, who’s this woman next to me?

　　He was living it up, but not happy—he felt empty inside.

　　So, Henry Clark really had no attachments. Maybe transmigrating to another world would give him a more fulfilling and exciting life.

　　Henry Clark comforted himself: “Maybe transmigration is a good thing. At least I won’t be muddling through life on Earth, living in a drunken haze, unable to find direction or purpose.”

　　Then, he suddenly thought of something very important!

　　This... this is the Eunuch Academy, so does that mean everyone here is a eunuch?

　　He quickly reached into his pants to check, then let out a long sigh of relief.

　　Thank goodness, thank goodness, it’s still there!

　　But then, cold sweat broke out on Henry Clark’s back, and he let out a cry of despair.

　　Because he discovered that while his manhood was still there, his... balls were gone!

　　Eunuchs only have their testicles removed, not the shaft!

　　Damn you, heavens, you bastard heavens! I never asked to be reborn as a prince or noble; even a down-and-out young hero would have been fine. I could shout “Don’t look down on the poor youth!” and enjoy the thrill of proving people wrong again and again.

　　But you—you made me transmigrate as a eunuch. What... what does this mean?

　　Is there any hope, any future left?

　　“What’s all the noise? Shut up! You’re leaving tomorrow, so keep quiet tonight. If you really can’t stand it, just end it yourself, and save us eunuchs the embarrassment!” the guard outside shrieked.

　　At this moment, Henry Clark realized the guard’s voice was sharp as well. Sure enough, everyone here was a eunuch!

　　“Heavens, are you punishing me for sleeping with too many women by making me a eunuch? That’s just too cruel!” Henry Clark was speechless, his heart in pieces. Although waking up next to a different woman every morning was empty, it was a kind of self-indulgent emptiness—deep down, he was still secretly pleased with himself.

　　How was he supposed to live without women?

　　But then, Henry Clark was relieved to discover that he didn’t have any wounds from castration—his scrotum was just empty, with no balls inside.

　　This is called cryptorchidism; the person he transmigrated into didn’t actually lack testicles, they just hadn’t descended from the abdomen. In this world, maybe medicine wasn’t advanced enough to know about cryptorchidism, so they thought he was naturally castrated and sent him to the Eunuch Academy.

　　Instantly, Henry Clark was filled with hope again.