Charlotte really wanted to say, “Willing to serve you to the death, senpai.” Or perhaps, “Greetings, my lord senpai.” He even considered that classic line: “I have drifted half my life, crossed two worlds, never met a wise master; if senpai does not abandon me, I wish to call you my sworn mother.” But considering the different cultural atmosphere between the two worlds, he could only give up on these thoughts with some regret, and instead smiled gentlemanly, saying, “Please take care of me from now on, Newman senpai.”

Newman nodded slightly and said, “You’re exhausted today as well. Go home and rest first. Move into the prison tomorrow. We’ll be working overtime these days, so remember to bring enough daily necessities.”

Charlotte didn’t mind.

What’s a little overtime?

It’s not like he hadn’t worked overtime in his previous life.

High school math teachers didn’t have 996 schedules, but staying up late grading homework was routine—the workload was just as heavy as anyone else’s.

Seeing that Newman had nothing else to say, Charlotte left the office and hurried out of Kilmainham Prison.

There were no public carriages that stopped on a wave in the Maen District.

Charlotte had to walk to another district before he finally found a public carriage, flagged it down, and returned to his residence in the Alexandria District.

Although the Alexandria District was far inferior to the Val-de-Vaz District, it was still one of the top seven districts in the imperial capital of Strasbourg, mainly inhabited by wealthy merchants. The community was quite prosperous, with several large shopping malls and markets.

Charlotte rented an apartment in the Alexandria District.

This apartment was built by the Savings Union and called the Savings Union Apartment, specifically provided for single young people with a certain amount of savings. The living environment was excellent, and the services offered were very comprehensive.

It was Charlotte’s “first” time at the Savings Union Apartment; the last time he came, he was someone else.

Charlotte seemed familiar with the place, but in reality, he was quite nervous as he entered the building.

The doorman at the apartment smiled kindly and didn’t question him.

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief and went up to the second floor. Because the lower floors facing the street were relatively noisy, the rent was a bit cheaper.

He unlocked the door with his key, pushed open his room, and couldn’t help but shake his head.

The room was rather messy; the previous owner was not a tidy person.

Besides men’s clothes scattered everywhere, there were also some women’s clothes in disarray.

According to his memories, these clothes came from different women, but their faces and names were already a blur.

Charlotte casually tidied up, separating the men’s and women’s clothes, planning to take all the clothes that “belonged to him” to be washed the next morning, and throw away all those that didn’t.

Slumping into a rattan chair in the room, Charlotte suddenly felt emotionally overwhelmed. He didn’t want to say anything, didn’t want to do anything, just wanted to sit quietly for a while.

He had inexplicably crossed over, taken on a new identity, and arrived in a completely unfamiliar world.

This was a world with gods.

He was definitely a heretic.

Charlotte Baker worried almost every minute that a stranger would suddenly jump out on the street, shout about punishing him in the name of the gods, tie him to a stake, douse him in lamp oil, and set him on fire.

Oh, and there were evil gods too!

His predecessor had died summoning an evil god.

Every “He” in this world was “dangerous.”

Perhaps a single misstep would lead to spiritual corruption, turning into a monster, or even being reduced to ashes.

The sense of burden he felt was simply indescribable.

Today was Charlotte’s first day back from vacation, and also his first day trying out a new life.

He chose to blend into this world, rather than resist it.

This day had an exceptionally perfect start.

The beginning was even beyond Charlotte’s own expectations.

Chapter 5 Axel Robinson Zimmerman

Charlotte never expected that he would be assigned to work at Kilmainham Prison, gain the appreciation of Miss Newman senpai, and even receive an unexpected promotion and raise.

But no matter how perfect the start, it couldn’t ease the pressure in his heart.

The room gradually darkened. Charlotte didn’t turn on the light—there was no light to turn on. There were no streetlights on the road outside the window, and after nightfall, it was pitch black, completely different from the world he came from.

Every city there had streetlights, and after dark, the lights were so bright they outshone the stars in the sky. That kind of world was a thing of the past.

After a long time, Charlotte gently clenched his fist, gave a small wave, and whispered, “Teacher Henry Clark, you did well today.”

“Please keep working hard tomorrow. You can do it.”

He gave himself some encouragement, took out a kerosene lighter, gently spun the wheel, struck the flint, and lit an oil lamp in the room.

No light to turn on, but a lamp to light.

Though dim and yellow, an oil lamp was still a lamp.

Charlotte looked around for a while at this room that belonged to him. The Savings Union Apartment was only for single young people, so all the apartments were single-room layouts.

It had a private bathroom, which meant this era already had sewer systems, but there was no separate kitchen. He could only use a kerosene stove to make coffee, cook some soup, or prepare simple oatmeal.