Became a diligent and hardworking corporate drone.

Relying on his tireless dedication and the resolve of a “wife who crafts alone in an empty room,” he finally earned his boss’s recognition, got promoted and received a raise, and smoothly joined the middle class.

Andrew Bennett laughed heartily to the sky as he left home, inviting a few friends to the bar to celebrate. After all, his future was now foreseeable: able to afford a mortgage, pay the bride price, get married and have children... As long as the neighbor next door isn’t surnamed Wang, life would be peaceful and uneventful.

“Smack!” He slapped the water, splashing droplets everywhere, and said angrily, “I finally got my ticket to the middle class, only to be hit with a dimensionality reduction strike and exiled to a feudal society... This is just too unlucky.”

“There’s still six hundred thousand in my bank account for the down payment on a house. Is the saddest thing in the world that you’re alive but your money is gone? No, it’s not—that you’re gone, but your money is still there...”

“Forget it, just treat it as an inheritance for my parents. I wonder if the inheritance tax is high... If I had one more season, I’d definitely reach King rank.”

“I haven’t even watched the final season of Attack on Titan... The national football team hasn’t won the championship, I can’t die in peace... Oh, never mind that one.”

“Crap, I didn’t delete the 120GB of waifu files on my computer hard drive...”

If my parents find out, I’ll die a social death too!!

Unknowingly, he fell asleep, and when he woke up, it was already dusk.

His whole body was pale from soaking, his fingertips wrinkled. Andrew Bennett changed into clean clothes and tied his hair in front of the bronze mirror.

In the bronze mirror, a young man’s face was reflected: thick black eyebrows, sharp eyes, and a chiseled face from years of martial arts training.

“Although I’m far from being as shamefully handsome as Tony Leung in my previous life; as self-conscious as Louis Koo; or so good-looking that I’d alarm the Party, I’m still passable...” Andrew Bennett nodded silently.

Besides, his body was countless times stronger than in his previous life.

At least he was a martial artist.

“But that’s not necessarily a good thing. I’d rather have transmigrated to a normal ancient era. That way, everyone would be on the same level. Unlike here, there are too many experts—before you even react, your head could be gone.”

This world not only has the demon race, but also eight cultivation systems. Besides the so-called “unlucky” system of martial artists, there are also sorcerers, Confucians, Buddhists, Daoists, witches, and Gu masters.

Six hundred years ago, the founding of the Great Feng dynasty, the first Superintendent of the Directorate of Celestials, classified the ranks of each system.

Andrew Bennett himself was a ninth-rank Essence Refining martial artist in the “unlucky” system; his second uncle was an eighth-rank peak Qi Refining martial artist; seventh rank was Spirit Refining.

Beyond that, Andrew Bennett didn’t know.

On the other hand, he knew quite a bit about the sorcerer system of the Directorate of Celestials.

Because the Directorate of Celestials is a cultivation system unique to the Great Feng dynasty and is extremely high-profile, with the inventions and creations of sixth-rank alchemists integrated into every household.

Sorcerer system: ninth-rank Physician, eighth-rank Qi Observer, seventh-rank Feng Shui Master, sixth-rank Alchemist.

Beyond that, Andrew Bennett didn’t know either.

As for the other systems, having grown up in the capital, Andrew Bennett knew very little.

At this moment, a girl in a green dress entered the courtyard. She was the aunt’s personal maid, called Olivia.

“Big Young Master, the master is calling you for dinner.” Olivia had a hint of joy at the corners of her eyes and brows, but her gaze was tinged with fatigue and haggardness.

She had been sold into the Xu family at the age of ten to serve the aunt. After the Xu family’s misfortune, the servants were dismissed, and she was worried about her future livelihood.

She hadn’t expected the Xu family to make a comeback. According to the eldest miss, it was all thanks to the Big Young Master.

The eighteen-year-old, charming little maid now seemed a bit shy and bashful in front of Andrew Bennett.

“Um, don’t call me Big Young Master.” Andrew Bennett felt extremely awkward.

“But Big Young Master is Big Young Master.” Olivia said in confusion.

...Forget it, at least my surname isn’t Wu.

The two walked side by side out of the small courtyard and entered the Xu residence. Olivia hesitated for a moment and said, “Just now, the master and madam were arguing.”

“What happened?” Andrew Bennett asked.

“It seems the madam insisted on knowing how the tax silver case was switched, and who did it. The master couldn’t answer, and after going back and forth, they started arguing.” Olivia whispered, “Big Young Master, you know, right?”

On the way back, Andrew Bennett had told his uncle that the tax silver wasn’t robbed, but switched.

At the time, his aunt hadn’t said anything, but it turned out she’d kept it in mind.

......

Inner hall!

As soon as Andrew Bennett stepped over the threshold, he heard wailing cries. Little Lillian Bennett, as small as a bean sprout, flung her tiny arms behind her, leaning forward, head raised, unleashing a piercing sonic attack at her mother.

Second Uncle calmly sipped his wine, Lucy Bennett ate with her head down, and William Bennett still hadn’t recovered from the blow of his collapsed persona, silently eating.

Aunt held her forehead, looking pained. When she saw Olivia come in, she immediately said, “Take her away, take her away!”

Andrew Bennett glanced at his wailing little sister and asked gently, “What’s wrong?”

“Mommy lied! Mommy said if we could come home, she’d take me to Guiyue Tower.” The little bean sprout cried loudly, “Daddy just mentioned Guiyue Tower.”

Guiyue Tower is the top restaurant in the capital, frequented only by high officials and nobles, not open to commoners or wealthy merchants.

As a silly child who can’t even remember her siblings’ names, the only reason she remembers Guiyue Tower is because she once ate there.

Clearly, this child isn’t stupid—she just uses her talents in the wrong place.