That evening, Magnus Valorion failed another interview, walking down the street dejectedly. Suddenly, he saw a four- or five-year-old girl slip away from her family's sight and run into the busy street.

By the time the girl's family reacted, she was already in the middle of the road, too short to be seen by the drivers. Several speeding cars nearly hit her.

Seeing that the girl was about to be struck by an out-of-control truck, Magnus was desperate and rushed out without hesitation. In the crowd, he moved like a yellow lightning bolt, diving towards the girl. Just as the truck was inches away, Magnus grabbed her. Immediately, he felt a massive impact and was flung into the air.

In that split second, Magnus somehow found the strength to throw the girl towards her family. She landed safely in her family's arms, while Magnus tumbled through the air and landed heavily on the ground, only to be run over by the truck.

The girl's family quickly covered her eyes to shield her from the horrific scene. The concerned onlookers immediately restrained the driver, and soon the traffic police arrived at the scene to investigate the serious accident.

When Magnus woke up again, he found himself lying in a pile of straw, his whole body burning with pain. The unfamiliar surroundings confused him—was this a dream or the beginning of another world?

The sharp pain, like being cut with a knife, made Magnus cry out. "Damn it, I actually survived?" "I remember being hit by that overloaded, out-of-control truck. Did the doctors manage to save me?"

Just as Magnus was filled with doubts, a man with a rat-like face, resembling Suneo from "Doraemon," quickly approached.

Seeing Magnus awake, the man burst into tears, crying uncontrollably as if he had lost his father. "Young master, you're finally awake. You were attacked by bandits on the road and knocked out, you've been unconscious for three days and two nights."

"If you didn't wake up, I wouldn't know what to do!"

Magnus, extremely weak, felt his mouth parched and used all his strength to weakly call out, "Galen Veritas... water... water..."

Strangely, Magnus, who had just crossed over, was able to accurately call out the name of the rat-faced man in front of him.

Galen, hearing the call, immediately took out a leather water bag from his body and carefully fed water to Magnus.

After drinking the water, slightly relieving his thirst, the weakness returned from deep within his stomach. "Hungry... hungry... Galen." Magnus weakly called out.

Seeing this, Galen quickly took out a black, hard pancake from his arms. He broke off small pieces of the pancake and fed them to Magnus.

The black, hard pancake was tasteless when it entered his mouth, but as it dissolved in his saliva, a bitter, earthy flavor filled Magnus's nose.

If Magnus had any strength, he would have spat out the disgusting pancake.

Galen, seeing Magnus's discomfort, quickly explained, "Young master, we have no choice. Our family property was taken by that scoundrel Light Leaf. The money I had was only enough to buy this pancake made of black rye flour and chalk."

Magnus nodded slightly, thinking, "No wonder this pancake tastes so earthy. It's mixed with chalk."

The next moment, Magnus began to feel sorrow for his future. What kind of place and era had he crossed into, where they had to mix chalk with flour to make food?

Cursing the unfairness of heaven, he thought, "No good deed goes unpunished. I saved that little girl's life and ended up in such a wretched place."

Galen, unaware of his master's thoughts, continued to break off pieces of the black pancake and feed them to Magnus.

After eating more of the pancake, Magnus felt a little stronger.

He then noticed he was actually on a slowly moving ox cart. Out of curiosity, he asked Galen beside him, "Galen... where are we going now?"

Galen, thinking his young master had lost his memory due to the bandits' attack, began to cry again.

"Young master, have you forgotten? You've been exiled to the northern frontier to serve as a Sheriff, and we were robbed by bandits on the way. All our belongings were taken."

Hearing Galen explain the cause of his injury and their destination, a torrent of memories flooded Magnus's mind.

Magnus had crossed into another world, where civilization was still two thousand years behind. The country he crossed into was similar to ancient Rome, but with many differences.

Magnus was born into a fallen noble family, lost his father at a young age, and joined the army at seventeen. He made significant contributions in the war and was assigned to Falcon City as an Aedile. He should have had a bright future and a successful official career.

However, after taking office, Magnus did not send gifts, curry favor, or seek protection from the current Chancellor, Alp Arslan, earning his resentment.

With the old Emperor of Nova Latium Imperium being incompetent and doting on a witch consort, Alp Arslan easily persuaded the Emperor to exile Magnus to the frontier, making him a small Sheriff in Green River Town.

However, Alp Arslan was not satisfied and sent bandits to kill Magnus on the way. Fortunately, Magnus had a strong fate and survived with the help of his servant Galen.

The northern frontier was bordered by the Altai Tribe to the north, the Tuareg Tribe to the south, the Celtic Tribe to the west, and the Sami Tribe to the east. Green River Town, where Magnus was headed, was a place of constant battles.

If any tribe attacked, Magnus and the people of Green River Town could be caught in the chaos, possibly losing their lives, which was part of Alp Arslan's plan.

Magnus felt pity for the person he had become.

"Oh, if only this guy had gone to curry favor, maybe I would be living a luxurious life in the capital now!" Magnus thought bitterly.

But it wasn't entirely the original Magnus's fault. The corrupt Chancellor Alp Arslan was too greedy, demanding at least ten thousand taels in bribes just to gain access to him.

Born into a fallen noble family with little property, it was difficult for Magnus to gain access to Alp Arslan.

"Alas! Damn it. Am I really going to die in this remote place right after crossing over?"

"Others cross over to become noble lords or get tenfold or hundredfold returns. Why do I get a hellish start?"

"Damn, damn, damn..." Magnus cursed continuously in his heart.

Perhaps heaven heard Magnus's curses, as a mechanical AI voice suddenly sounded in his mind, like Siri.

"Ding~ The strongest material support system is loading..."

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"Loading successful. Do you want to bind the character now?"

"Bind, bind, quickly bind..." Magnus shouted excitedly.