That night, a strange riot broke out in Chang’an. Fortunately, with the protection of George Washington and other founding heroes, Crown Prince Abraham Lincoln safely reached Hanfeng Hall, and only then was the bizarre riot quelled. On that very night, David Sutton arrived in this world and possessed the body of a delinquent named David Sutton.

He witnessed with his own eyes the scene of a golden dragon reaching out its claws, causing the strange forces to disperse.

After that, he lay sick in bed for nearly three months before he fully recovered.

However, it was also on that night that something “strange” appeared in his body—a strangeness whose name he only learned today.

He dared not tell anyone, because he knew that if anyone found out, it would be a dead end for him.

But...

He was truly terrified!

“Amy Chandler, are you still awake?”

Outside, the voice of Miss Lane came.

David Sutton shivered, snapping out of his thoughts, stood up, and said, “Mother, I’m going to sleep now!”

“Go to bed early. There’s still a lot to do tomorrow.”

“Mother, I know.”

David Sutton hurriedly blew out the oil lamp and listened intently to the sounds outside the door.

Miss Lane closed the living room door, then entered the right wing and shut her own door.

Outside, everything fell silent.

David Sutton let out a sigh of relief and climbed into bed in the dark.

Actually, it wasn’t really in the dark.

Although the room was pitch black—so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face—it made no difference to David Sutton.

Perhaps it was because of the strangeness inside him; even in the darkness, he could see everything clearly.

A blessing?

David Sutton wasn’t so sure.

But he did know that the strangeness inside him had brought him quite a few benefits.

For example, his body was very strong, though outwardly he looked thin and frail. He was very strong, quick to react, agile, and his hearing was far better than ordinary people’s. Still, he would rather not have these benefits! Because he didn’t know whether these benefits were good or bad for him. At least for now, he wasn’t sure.

Lying in bed, David Sutton didn’t feel the least bit sleepy.

If he hadn’t encountered the “strangeness” today, he probably wouldn’t have had so many thoughts.

Before this, he had thought about many things.

He wanted to work hard to make money and repay Miss Lane, who was his only family in this world.

But... it was very difficult.

He had tried to brew wine and invent distilled spirits. But after market research, it seemed that people under the Tang Dynasty didn’t like that kind of strong liquor. People preferred huangjiu and mijiu—mellow and fragrant rice wines—rather than that spicy taste.

Thinking about it, except for the nomads in the bitterly cold lands beyond the frontier, who would like strong liquor?

Li Bai could drink huangjiu and compose a hundred poems, but if it were strong liquor, he’d probably go mad after a single bottle.

Sell strong liquor beyond the frontier?

It wasn’t that easy!

Not to mention, even if he really managed to do such a business, as a delinquent who wasn’t even a ninth-rank petty official, how could he possibly monopolize it? Most likely, before long, not only would his business fail, but his old mother would also suffer because of it.

David Sutton never thought the worst of people, but he never thought the best of them either.

Besides distilled spirits, David Sutton had thought of many other ways to make a fortune. But later, he dismissed them one by one.

He was not Franklin Foster; he didn’t have Mr. Foster’s family background or connections, nor did he have Mr. Foster’s superhuman memory and all-encompassing knowledge. So, without enough power, David Sutton would never dare to act rashly.

Not to mention, beneath the surface of this seemingly prosperous era, a magical world was hidden.

What should he do?

Two hundred and seventy-three days had passed, and David Sutton still hadn’t figured out a solution.

He tossed and turned until the third watch of the night.

A wave of intense drowsiness swept over him. David Sutton yawned, turned over, and drifted off to sleep...

Chapter Six: Dream

Chang’an City, bathed in sunlight.

David Sutton looked up to see a blazing sun high in the sky.

However, the sun looked very strange. It didn’t look like a sun at all—more like... an eye.

The streets were empty, not a soul in sight.

The shops all had their doors open, but there was no one inside.

Banners fluttered in front of the shops, making a flapping, rustling sound that echoed endlessly along the empty main street.

Where is this...?

David Sutton frowned, feeling that this street looked very familiar, but for the moment, he couldn’t recall which street it was.

Just as he was feeling lost, a person appeared at the end of the street.

When he saw the person’s face clearly, he was startled again.

Mr. Lewis? Wasn’t he dead? How could he appear here?

David Sutton instinctively reached for his sword, only to find that he wasn’t carrying it.

Just as he was feeling confused, Mr. Lewis had already reached him.

“Are you Mr. Lewis, or something strange?”

David Sutton took a step back and shouted sternly.

But Mr. Lewis ignored him completely, walking straight ahead and bumping right into David Sutton.

The moment they touched, David Sutton felt his body sway, and Mr. Lewis actually passed right through him, continuing forward.

What was going on?