“I possess an immortal body. Though the Three Realms are vast and the universe endless, never has anyone been able to contend with me.” The dark figure lay quietly atop the molten lava, playfully scooping up a handful of scorching, crimson magma. “You, a mere wandering soul, think you can slay me with your sword?”

A chilling aura clung tightly to the cold-glinting longsword. The sword-wielding youth stood suspended in midair, the curve of his lips even more wanton and wild than the Demon Lord himself: “Logan Carter, do you dare to accept my challenge?”

“Hahahaha! Dare not?” Logan Carter threw his head back in laughter, the blazing magma in his palm suddenly searing, flames condensing in the air into a crimson longsword. The surging heat made the youth’s robes tremble. “Scarlet Earth youth, those useless fools in the Heavenly Realm named you the God of War, and you dare to shout at me like this? I suppose you must have some skill.”

Logan Carter narrowed his eyes with a faint smile. He stood up, his long silver-white hair trailing to his ankles. With a single step, the volcano beneath his feet seemed to tremble in fear.

“As it happens, today is rather dull.” Logan Carter said, raising his wrist, the flaming longsword covering half his face, making the demonic energy in his phoenix eyes even more intense. “Let me then...

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Chapter 1: Your Grandfather Is a Big Shot!

William Foster stuffed the cornbread in his hand straight into his mouth, then pinched up some pickled vegetables and shoved them in as well, filling his mouth to the brim, his cheeks bulging out.

After chewing with great effort for a while, William Foster’s jaw ached from biting, and only then did he manage to chew the food enough to swallow. He stretched his neck and gulped it down hard.

“Sigh, I used to think eating chicken, duck, and fish all the time was cloying, and always complained about wanting to improve my meals... Now things have changed, but this kind of change is really hard to take.”

Smacking his lips a few times, the gritty cornbread crumbs in his mouth made him unconsciously nostalgic for the ‘good life’ of the past.

But as soon as he saw the tattered clothes he was wearing and the equally shabby furniture around him, he had no choice but to accept his current ‘harsh reality’—from an average-looking, average-educated, average-background, unemployed youth of the 21st century, he had become someone in an unknown world, still in a feudal dynasty era, with average looks, no education, and a wretched family background—a bottom-tier ****.

Since he was now living at the very bottom as a ****, there were naturally many problems in life. For example, breakfast was something William Foster could only dream of in the past few days; even for dinner, he could only scrounge up whatever he could find to barely stave off starvation.

The cornbread he had just managed to swallow with great effort was already the last bit of food left in his home. Once that went down, it meant there was nothing left to eat. If he didn’t want to starve, he’d have to start figuring out how to solve the most basic problem of filling his stomach from today on. William Foster had been in this world for over a month, but arrived gravely ill. He figured the original owner of this body had died from a serious illness, and he had somehow taken over.

At the same time, his cheap mother had also died of illness not long ago. Dragging his still-weak body, he managed to take care of the funeral, and now there was nothing left at home.

Only at this point did William Foster finally have the mind to properly inquire about his surroundings and general situation.

Unfortunately, he lived in a remote area, surrounded by villagers who had barely seen the world, so he only knew a little about this world. He roughly understood that it was similar to ancient China, but definitely not any dynasty he was familiar with.

The current dynasty is called Zhou, divided into prefectures, towns, and villages. The place he was in now was a remote little village under Baihe Town, Zhuzhou Prefecture, surrounded by mountains and with poor land, so the population was sparse. With so many mountains and difficult roads, people here lived almost half-isolated from the outside world.

Other than that, he knew nothing. He also had no energy or time to care about anything else; the pressing issue was still food.

“Sammy Clark said there are quite a few animals in the nearby mountains. Maybe I can hunt something and sell it in town?”

Sammy Clark was the boy next door, about the same age as him, real name Henry Brooks—but that name was too much pressure for William Foster, so he usually called him by his nickname: Sammy Clark.

Just as he was thinking about swallowing the last bit of cornbread and then going to find Henry Brooks, his not-so-sturdy wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure strode into the house.

William Foster was startled and almost choked on the cornbread. Luckily, he had already swallowed most of it, so there wasn’t much left in his mouth, and a disaster was averted.

“Who are you? Who are you looking for?”

As he asked, William Foster saw that the person who entered was an old man. Though his clothes weren’t fancy, they were clean and neat, so he didn’t look like an ordinary villager—at the very least, he was a small boss with some assets.

But after being asked, the old man ignored William Foster, just sizing him up from head to toe. After a while, he suddenly frowned, then seemed to realize something, showing an expression of “so that’s how it is.”