Open the folder, and inside are a large number of subfolders. Randomly open one, and it’s filled with a massive collection of entertainment-oriented images and videos that any normal man would enjoy.

That’s right!

While others who transmigrate are blessed with heaven-defying talents, he, Lawson, crossed over with nothing but his years’ worth of collected beauties.

So just how many beauties are there?

Actually, not that many. After collecting for twenty years, switching computers seven or eight times, and accumulating along the way, it’s only about five terabytes.

This stash isn’t entirely useless, though. After a month of experimenting, he found a use for it.

Select a picture of a beauty, focus on it for two seconds, and a ‘Print?’ option will pop up.

As long as he chooses ‘Yes’, picks up a drawing tool, and empties his mind, he can accurately ‘print’ the beauty out.

If this world had the profession of ‘artist’, he could probably make a living with this skill.

Unfortunately, the bandits of Wild Wolf Stronghold are all uncultured brutes who don’t appreciate art!

Lawson once tried drawing a few beauties with charcoal on wooden boards. The bandits, after seeing them, would only say ‘Nice drawing’, then snatch the board away, hide in a corner, and practice their ancestral skills with it.

Occasionally, some single bandits would come to him asking for beauty boards, but don’t even think about getting a reward. If he dared say no, he’d get beaten up the next second.

After transmigrating for a month, even as a ‘tycoon’ carrying 5T of treasure, he could only help the bandits herd sheep every day, scraping by on leftovers to fill his stomach.

In casual conversation, Lawson also learned some basic facts about this world from others.

He now knows that the land beneath his feet is called the Land of Gold, ruled by various Golden Children, and Wild Wolf Stronghold is at the northernmost edge of the Land of Gold, with the lord known as the Duke of Ice.

Wild Wolf Stronghold, this bandit lair, is led by someone nicknamed ‘Ironclaw Wolf’.

It’s said that when Ironclaw Wolf was young, he served as a soldier under a baron.

He didn’t get his nickname for nothing—during battle, his hands turn iron-blue, and with one swipe, he can gut a man or split stone with ease.

Half a month ago, a massive gray bear weighing tons attacked Wild Wolf Stronghold. Lawson saw with his own eyes as Ironclaw Wolf dashed forward, plunged his claw down, and pierced straight through the bear’s hard skull.

Even more powerful than the Nine Yin White Bone Claw!

Two days ago, something terrifying happened in the stronghold.

The bandits went out to rob and ran into a terrifying curse mage. Although they escaped quickly, the leader’s son was still hit by a curse.

When he first returned, there was nothing unusual except for a pale face, but in less than two days, he bled black from all seven orifices, his skin cracked inch by inch, and he died a miserable death.

Lawson couldn’t help but think: ‘Such a powerful Ironclaw Wolf, yet he could only be a lowly soldier. Such fierce bandits go out to rob, but when they meet a curse mage, they run away without a fight, and even after his son is killed, he doesn’t dare seek revenge. This world is truly terrifying.’

His expectations for the future dropped lower and lower.

When he first transmigrated, he dreamed of beauties in his arms and power over the world.

Now, his thoughts are much more realistic: ‘Just survive. If there’s a chance, escape this bandit den, go to a big city, and make a living sketching beauties.’

A shrill voice immediately piped up: “Joe, can’t you have a little ambition!”

“I’d like to, but all the women in the stronghold are already taken, aren’t they?”

The raspy voice sighed, then said, “If only I could use magic.”

The shrill voice asked curiously, “What does magic have to do with women?”

“Are you stupid?” the raspy voice replied with disdain. “If I could use magic, at night I’d turn all these goats into women to sleep with me every day.”

‘Pfft~~’

Lawson found it amusing and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

The raspy voice snorted, “What are you laughing at, Lawson? Don’t you want women too?”

Lawson smiled lightly, “Of course I do.”

All men have desires, and none more so than those in their adolescence!

A teenage body is like a powder keg, ready to explode at the slightest spark. Just a glimpse of a fair arm, and a few seconds later, he’s fantasizing about a house full of children.

But after all, he’d experienced his previous life and deeply understood the cold reality behind burning hormones, so he was less reckless and more restrained than a naive youth.

He said softly, “Mages are extremely powerful—even the leader is afraid of them. If you became a mage, would you still have trouble finding real women?”

‘Haha~~’ The shrill voice burst out laughing.

“That’s true.” The raspy voice scratched his head in embarrassment and laughed as well.

Speaking of which, Lawson understood Joe’s behavior, but couldn’t be bothered to interfere.

Teenage boys are commonly called ‘little devils’—the most rebellious and unruly. Among the three, Lawson was the youngest and weakest, so if there was any disagreement, he’d be the one getting beaten up.

For the sake of his own health, he always spoke and acted cautiously.

He turned over, tucked his numb, frozen hands and feet into the warm wool for warmth, and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, his back itched. He reached back and found a bloodsucking bedbug.

The bug was already full, its belly swollen like a red bean. He tossed it straight into his mouth, bit down with a ‘crunch’, just like eating roasted beans, and swallowed it without spitting it out.

Life is hard—can’t waste even a bit of nutrition.