Chapter 1: Hydra III
When he was young, he was addicted to novels. He read all kinds of messy novels. Sometimes he fantasized about how he would show off and slap faces if he transmigrated, how he would dominate the world, how he would gather heroes from all over the world, how he would expand his backyard into a palace, and how he would conquer the world of beauties with his strong body and unyielding weapon.
When he got older, he would always smile when he thought about his youthful thoughts, because after being beaten up by society, he realized that unless it was a world like in novels, and he came with a protagonist’s halo of making others stupid, the mortality rate for ordinary people transmigrating to a completely unfamiliar world was as high as ninety-nine percent. Because even if you have great abilities, you have no platform to display them. You can’t even find a place to sell your labor. It would be the most normal start to be knocked unconscious, stripped naked, and thrown into a ditch.
Therefore, even if you transmigrate, it is best to transmigrate into someone with status, such as a noble. And he transmigrated into a noble.
Yan Xu, no, now he is Owen Hydra, a noble Viscount of the Northern Border, owning an ancient castle full of history, a vast territory, and loyal subjects.
As a noble, as a lord, he is supreme here, even the Emperor’s orders are not as effective as his words. But is he proud? No, he is still so humble, so gentlemanly.
Well, these are all embellished statements. In fact, he is wearing shabby noble clothes, sitting on the half-remaining earthen wall of the ancient castle, watching the serfs in the distance plowing the barren land with wooden sticks and stones. While feeling a pain in his balls, his heart is also full of sadness.
This standard of living, even poverty-stricken mountainous areas without running water and electricity are better than this. At least everyone has clothes, no one starves to death, and no one is dragged away from their earthen shelters by wolves in the middle of the night.
Even as a lord, he only lives in a drafty old castle, eats unpalatable coarse grains, and worries about being robbed by bandits all day long.
He transmigrated into a noble, possessing everything including first time, night, and power, but the living conditions made him feel like he was living like a Sanhe Dashen, which is simply tragic.
Touching his growling stomach, Yan Xu, no, he has accepted his fate, now he is Owen Hydra, a noble Viscount of the Northern Border.
The noble Viscount took out a piece of black bread that still had body odor from his arms, stuffed it into his mouth expressionlessly, crushed it with his yellowed teeth, then stirred it vigorously with his thick-coated tongue into a paste-like substance, and finally swallowed this mouthful of foul-smelling thing.
If he could go back to Earth now, he would really be able to answer the question of those silly netizens about what Aoligei tastes like, because he thinks it tastes about the same as the thing he just swallowed.
The process of filling his stomach was very hard. As for the taste and flavor, Owen simply pretended to have amnesia. He didn’t even dare to look closely at what was on the black bread, nor did he dare to look at the process of making it, because he was afraid that he would go crazy.
The reality is that if he doesn’t eat he will starve, and if he starves for a long time he will die. So Owen can only choose to endure all this and wait for the system to finish booting up. This has become his obsession to survive.
Speaking of which, he is also unlucky. Somehow he remembered the games he played before, nostalgia, it’s not embarrassing, but he was reluctant to spend money to buy the genuine version, because even old games are not cheap, and you have to pay to download them. So he bought a second-hand hard drive online, which is said to be from a game enthusiast, but who got a girlfriend, and because he only played games and didn’t play, well, anyway, it was either her or the games, and she even smashed the computer, so he tearfully put his ex’s soul, that is, the hard drive, online, to recover some of the loss.
As a result, this hard drive, I don’t know if it was unaccustomed to the environment, or because the mistress came to power and squeezed out the original wife, committed suicide. It transmigrated him as soon as it was installed and started up, to elope together.
Opening the system again with hope, seeing the several decimal places after ninety percent jumping constantly, Owen sighed again. It has been seven or eight days, and it hasn’t even reached ten percent. Sometimes he is really afraid that this thing will get stuck at ninety-nine percent and then restart, then he will really collapse.
After fooling his stomach, Owen carefully jumped down from the earthen wall, but his shoes were big, and his foot slipped. His big toe popped out of the hole in the boot due to excessive force. He didn’t care, he just pushed his heel and foot back, so that his big toe went back. What else could he do? He couldn’t even find a needle and thread, as for changing to new ones, if he had them, would he need to say it?
The reason why he is living such a miserable life is mainly because the so-called Hydra family was not a noble three generations ago. His grandfather was just a wandering knight who couldn’t even find a lord to serve. It just so happened that the Empire was forming a pioneer group to develop the Northern Border, so his grandfather put on his ancestral armor, picked up his ancestral weapon, rode an ancestral old horse, and resolutely joined the pioneer group with an extremely high mortality rate.
In the end, with luck and strength, he found this ancient castle, killed his teammates, then occupied this land, and even got the title of Viscount, becoming Hydra I.
From a wandering knight to a noble Viscount, it seems like a leap forward, but in fact, Northern nobles and Imperial nobles are two different things, just like the difference between a red panda and a giant panda.
Northern nobles are three ranks lower than Imperial nobles when they meet. In other words, a Viscount of the Northern Border may not even be as good as a Sir in the countryside of the Empire. At least the other party is a real gentleman, unlike the Hydra family, whose blood on the sword has not yet dried.
Therefore, although the newly-baked Hydra family became nobles, their living standards did not improve much. On the contrary, it was even worse, because no matter the castle, territory, or subjects, these all need to be protected with weapons, otherwise there are plenty of people who will come to take them away.
The grandfather, as the first generation Viscount Hydra, died fighting bandits, because his eldest son and second son both died in battle one after another, and only the third son succeeded to the throne, becoming Hydra II, which is Owen’s father.
The reason why Hydra II was able to survive to succeed to the throne was not because he was strong, on the contrary, compared to his burly father and two elder brothers, he was as thin as a stick, so he became a tool for marriage, marrying the daughter of the president of Ha Rui Trading Company, Haila, so he didn’t need to fight, and that’s how he lived to succeed to the throne.
It’s a pity that his father and elder brothers could shelter him from the wind and rain when they were alive, but after they died, he could only carry everything by himself, and as a result, he couldn’t bear it, and died in a wolf disaster.
After his father died, Owen succeeded to the throne and became Hydra III.
At this time, the so-called border noble Hydra family has existed for less than twenty years, which shows how cruel the environment in the Northland is. So his mother chose to leave here without hesitation, leaving only the former Owen, who was replaced by the transmigrator in grief and helplessness.
This tragic memory made Owen, who had transmigrated, dare not leave the castle at all. Even though there were only eight soldiers and two servants in the whole castle, the half-collapsed earthen wall and the drafty castle could at least bring him some sense of security, which was much better than the wilderness.
But it’s not okay to stay at home like this all the time. It’s been several days since he transmigrated. He used to fantasize about going back, but now it seems that there is no hope in this life, and he can only count on being reincarnated back to Earth in the next life.
The problem is that it’s fine if he can’t go back, but the worst thing is that his golden finger can’t be activated. Owen has to plan for the future. First, he has to know his family background, so that he won’t be caught off guard when the time comes.
