Everyone knows that a fart is a stinky gas that comes out of the anus—an extremely inauspicious thing. In most situations, it’s not a big deal; at worst, you just hold your breath and endure it for a moment.

But Ethan Grant’s ill-timed fart was both loud and foul, a blatant act of sacrilege against the gods! The priest presiding over the sacrificial ceremony was so shocked by the sound of this fart that he looked as if the very pillars of heaven had collapsed and the sky was about to fall. He immediately began cursing furiously on the spot.

As a result, the king Lucas Bennett, who doted on his daughter the most, flew into a rage so great it seemed to shake the mountains and rivers. He had Ethan Grant dragged away and beaten to death on the spot!

Even then, Lucas Bennett’s anger was not appeased. He ordered that Ethan Grant’s corpse be exposed atop the city walls, to be devoured by vicious eagles and vultures.

If not for the intervention of some ministers and nobles, who argued that exposing a corpse was immoral and could harm the kingdom’s fortune, Ethan Grant might not have even left behind an intact body.

Chapter 0002: The Protective Father and Loyal Friend

After sorting things out, Ethan Grant finally pieced together the whole story and understood the cause of the previous Ethan Grant’s death.

“Well! Looks like the previous Ethan Grant really died an unjust death. Killed just for farting? The king of the Bennett Kingdom is truly something else. A grand sacrificial ceremony? Hah, as the son of the Heavenly Emperor, I’ve seen all the heavens, and I’ve never heard of getting divine protection just by bathing, changing clothes, and burning a few sticks of incense. The way of heaven has its order: those with virtue gain support, those without are punished by heaven. Sigh, whatever. In a way, this tyrannical king killing Ethan Grant has actually fulfilled my destiny.”

Ethan Grant let out a sigh as he lay in the coffin, filled with mixed emotions. He felt both sorrow and injustice for the previous Ethan Grant, and a secret joy for his own reincarnation.

Moreover, he had heard the conversation between those two people just now, loud and clear. One of them, of course, was the previous Ethan Grant’s father—or rather, his father now.

Seeing his father in this life so furious over his son’s plight, ready to rebel at any moment, Ethan Grant felt a sudden warmth in his chest. This kind of doting fatherly love felt so familiar, both in this life and the last.

“To think that in both my past and present lives, I’ve had the same good fortune—a father who fiercely protects his child. This Marquis Grant, as a regional lord, is even willing to rebel to avenge his son’s death. He’s truly a man of blood and guts.”

Perhaps it was the blood connection between this body and Logan Grant, but Ethan Grant’s first impression of his father Logan Grant was one of deep admiration.

At the very least, this was not a timid, blindly loyal fool.

Of course, Ethan Grant had no intention of letting things escalate to rebellion.

For a noble to rise against the king might feel satisfying, but in the grand scheme of things, it’s a road to certain death. Not to mention, Logan Grant wasn’t even in his own territory at the moment.

Even if he were, even if he commanded a million troops, for a single lord to oppose the entire kingdom would be like a moth flying into the flame.

In his previous life, Ethan Grant was the son of the Heavenly Emperor, well-versed in the classics, and knew the saying “A gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even after ten years.” Naturally, he wouldn’t let his father in this life do something so foolish.

He was indeed the son of the Heavenly Emperor in his past life.

But that identity now is worth less than a fart!

If his father Logan Grant rebelled, under such circumstances, who could survive? Ethan Grant had finally managed to seize this new life—he had no desire to die again right after waking up.

So, seeing his father on the verge of charging out of the capital, Ethan Grant couldn’t help but let out a soft “Mm,” a sound that completely petrified Logan Grant.

Logan Grant was indeed stunned, his eyes fixed on Ethan Grant lying in the coffin. The anger in his eyes instantly turned into deep fatherly love.

Fatherly love as solid as a mountain—Logan Grant practically pounced over, grabbing Ethan Grant’s hand: “Chen’er, you… you’re alive?”

The face was unfamiliar, but this feeling of fatherly love was exactly the same as in his previous life, making Ethan Grant feel an intense sense of familiarity.

“Father, I’ve caused you trouble.”

At this moment, Logan Grant was completely immersed in the joy of regaining his lost son, caring nothing for the chaos that might follow.

“Nonsense! You are my son, Logan Grant’s son—how could you say you’ve caused me trouble? Chen’er, as long as you’re alive, everything is fine! So what if you farted? His Lucas Bennett’s daughter has an incurable disease, and he thinks a sacrifice to heaven will help? If sacrificing to heaven could cure incurable diseases, what need would there be for doctors?”

“Besides, is his Lucas Bennett’s daughter’s life the only one that matters? Is my son’s life worth nothing? Just because his daughter is sick and he’s holding a sacrifice, my son accidentally farts and deserves to be beaten to death?”

Logan Grant was full of resentment and didn’t bother to hide it in front of his son. He even referred to the king of the Bennett Kingdom by name.

It was clear that this Marquis Grant was truly enraged. Ethan Grant was certain that if he really had died, Logan Grant would definitely have rebelled.

This was a man who would even poke a hole in the sky for his son.

“With a father like this, it’s really not bad at all.” Ethan Grant’s impression of his father improved even more.

“Chen’er, don’t be afraid. Now that you’re awake, as long as I draw breath, I will never let you suffer again. I’ll go contact those friendly lords right now, and together we’ll petition for Lucas Bennett to pardon you of all those ridiculous charges.”

Defiling the altar, causing a disturbance in the holy temple, blaspheming the gods, disrupting the grand sacrificial ceremony!