Asphyxiation, lack of oxygen.

That was Milton Cheney's most immediate sensation.

He felt enveloped in a shroud of darkness, his consciousness already blurring.

His heartbeat began to slow, his blood pressure dropping.

He could feel the coldness in his limbs, could feel blood seemingly seeping from his mouth and nose.

"Am I dying?"

All of his past memories seemed to blur, and this thought alone repeated in his mind.

But the next moment, a ray of light seemed to surge through his brain, as hot and bright as the sun.

The darkness dissipated, and Milton Cheney's consciousness had never been so clear.

It was as if birds were returning to the mountains and forests, fish swimming freely in the ocean.

Memories that didn't belong to him suddenly appeared in his mind.

Without the feeling of conflict and discomfort that comes with forcibly implanted memories, Milton Cheney understood everything in an instant.

He was now Vernon Wesley, the second son of Earl Arthur Wesley of the Frostwinter Kingdom, an ordinary person who couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag.

"Have I transmigrated?"

That was the first thought in Milton Cheney's mind after he regained consciousness.

His current condition was not good.

Blood streaming from his nose and mouth stained his opulent garments, his face was pale and swollen, his eyes slightly bulging.

His heartbeat was still weak, his body trembling slightly, just like a person who had just been fished out of the water after drowning.

"Have I been cursed by a wizard?"

That was Milton Cheney's second thought after regaining consciousness.

In the memories he had integrated, his predecessor had offended a Level 2 Wizard Apprentice passing through the Frostwinter Kingdom.

The cause was a trivial matter, and the predecessor had sincerely apologized, with his father, Earl Arthur Wesley, even preparing a generous gift to apologize in person.

Had the issue ended there, Milton Cheney would not have found himself in this state immediately upon transmigration.

The Wizard Apprentice obviously did not intend to let the predecessor off, casting a curse on him before leaving the kingdom.

By the time Milton Cheney transmigrated, his predecessor had already been cursed to death by drowning.

And now, taking over Vernon Wesley's body, he was still caught in the cursed state.

Although he did not know why the cursed state was lifted afterward, Milton Cheney felt it must have something to do with his transmigration.

Milton Cheney propped himself up at the round table and sat down on a chair, picking up a silk handkerchief to wipe the blood from his mouth and nose.

The bleeding had stopped, but the feeling of blood sticking to his face was still uncomfortable.

Milton gently rubbed his brow, trying to alleviate the headache.

The curse had been lifted, but he could still feel the sensation of drowning.

His memories were now fully organized.

He had transmigrated to a kingdom similar to medieval Europe in his previous life.

His father was an Earl in the Frostwinter Kingdom, and Milton was the Earl's second son, a status that was already high in the Frostwinter Kingdom.

The Earl's estate was large; compared to his previous life, Milton's father's territory was about the size of a first-tier city.

It was precisely because of this status that Milton was able to be aware of the existence of wizards immediately after transmigration.

Indeed, unlike medieval Europe in his previous life, this world possessed transcendental powers.

Even without mentioning wizards, the knights who had activated the Life Seed in Milton's memories were beyond ordinary people.

In Milton's memories, his father, Earl Arthur Wesley, had taken him to test for Wizard Talent when he was very young.

The results were not that he had no talent at all, but it was not much better, revealing a Level 5 qualification.

With such talent, practicing the Meditation Technique for a lifetime would at most reach the realm of a Level 2 Wizard Apprentice.

Seeing such results, Earl Arthur Wesley was a bit disappointed, but that was all.

He did not send Vernon to the Wizard Continent to chase the elusive path of the Wizard, instead taking his predecessor back to the territory.

Wasn't being a wealthy nobleman much better than being an experiment on the Wizard Continent?

Although his predecessor's father had never been to the Wizard Continent, he was aware of it.

A Wizard Apprentice with Level 5 talent was nothing but a test subject there.

The wizards of the Wizard Continent did not care about one's status, even if they were a prince.

"Alas, to transmigrate and not be able to explore that mysterious Wizard Path, such a transmigration is too much of a failure."

Milton sighed in his heart, but he wasn't overwhelmed by despair or negativity, just a bit disappointed.

After all, his new status was better than countless others.

He was born in Rome as the son of an Earl, what more could he be dissatisfied with? Not being able to be a wizard or a knight was the same.

Milton Cheney gathered his thoughts and stood up.

After getting up, Milton Cheney tried to move his body and found no discomfort.

His condition was much better now than when he had just transmigrated; at least, the sensation of almost drowning was gone.

Milton Cheney followed the memories in his mind to the place where one would wash up.

He planned to bathe and change his clothes before going to see his father; he had some matters to consult with his father in this life.

However, once he arrived, Milton Cheney found he inexplicably repelled water.

He wondered if it was a residual effect from the curse the previous wizard apprentice had left on his body, as he felt an urge to flee at the sight of water.

Milton Cheney endured this discomfort and quickly washed himself with water, then changed into a set of clean clothes.

His complexion was very poor, to say the least.

But right now, he couldn't worry about that; he needed to meet with his father in this life as soon as possible.

Because his predecessor did not like being taken care of, Milton Cheney's dwelling was usually empty.

His small estate didn't even have any guards.

His predecessor's father had advised him often about this, but all the advice was rejected.

If Milton Cheney hadn't transmigrated here, it was highly likely that he would have been found dead by the maid cleaning his room in a day or two.

The place where Milton Cheney lived was very close to where his father, Earl Arthur, lived.

Though they had lived separately for a long time, they were still within the same large estate.

Without delay, Milton Cheney set off towards his father's dwelling in this life.

He finally got to see the Far East Earl, as he had hoped.

Just like in his memories, Earl Arthur had blond hair, a full beard, and was much more robust than Milton Cheney, resembling a lion standing on its hind legs.

"What's wrong? You look pale," Earl Arthur said, looking at Milton Cheney. His voice was rich, bearing an unmistakable hint of concern.

Milton Cheney was about to reply when he suddenly froze on the spot.

An icy, mechanical voice suddenly popped into his mind.

[All negative statuses have been cleared, Wizard's Life Simulator is now bound!]

[Would you like to open the Attribute Panel?]

Milton Cheney subconsciously nodded in his mind.

In the next instant, a blue, transparent light screen appeared in front of him.

[Name: Milton Cheney]

[Spirit: 1.3]

[Physique: 0.9]

[Realm: None]

[Magic: None]

[Knight Skills: None]

[Simulation Count: 1]

[Note: The Attribute Panel has been automatically translated into attributes understandable by the host's world view.]

After the Attribute Panel appeared, a message followed.

[Would you like to start Life Simulation?]

"No."

Milton Cheney subconsciously rejected it; at this moment, he realized that his so-called external plugin had arrived!

"Vernon?"

Earl Arthur's voice reached Milton Cheney's ears again, pulling him back to reality.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, Father. You don't need to worry; I just accidentally fell in the bathhouse and got submerged."

Milton Cheney spoke, his tone carrying just the right touch of awkwardness.

Hearing this, Arthur looked at Milton Cheney skeptically but didn't say much more.

At this time, Milton Cheney could not care less about the Knight's Breathing Technique; he eagerly wanted to return and examine this sudden external plugin.

So, he composed himself, said his goodbyes to his father, Earl Arthur.

Although Arthur found his son's behavior somewhat abnormal, he just shook his head and did not interfere.

Back in his usual residence in the small estate, Milton Cheney hurriedly opened the Panel again and focused his attention on the Simulation Count.

The same black message as before appeared in front of him.

[Would you like to start Life Simulation?]

"Yes!"

Milton Cheney did not hesitate.