My younger brother's face contorted with a sneer, "Once you go to that corrupted land, you'll never come back. I would be so disappointed if I didn't get to savor your expression now."
Field's nails dug deep into his flesh, and his fist made a cracking sound from overexertion as he coldly asked, "I haven't provoked you, so why target me?"
"Because of the damn potion of battle qi you gave me. After taking it, I couldn't even break through to first-order Knight! Everyone behind my back calls me a waste, and it's all your fault! You must have poisoned me!"
Field felt nauseous, "It's because your talent is too poor."
"Haha, and if you were to have a lover, I would still capture her and let countless vagrants violate her! Oh, but alas, you won't have a chance for that anymore, bastard!" My younger brother made a triumphant grimace.
"Damn it! You scumbag!" Field's anger reached its peak; the original owner was just too kind-hearted.
Indeed, doing good deeds only creates enemies for oneself, truly a world where building bridges and fixing roads leads to death, while murder and arson result in wealth. These bastards who don't understand righteousness and shame need to be taught a lesson with fists! "You're asking for death!"
A sharp knee strike sent him flying backwards, and Field instantly erupted, kicking him in the face again, leaving his ugly mouth covered in blood.
Everyone was stunned, the usually honest Field had turned so brutal.
"I hate it when people threaten me."
While the guards were still reeling, Field grabbed his younger brother by his golden curls, ready to slam him into the ground.
Suddenly, he felt a tight grip around his neck, lifting him high up.
In an instant, the painful sensation of suffocation made Field feel the approach of death.
"What are you doing to my lord?" The person choking Field was a beautiful woman with auburn hair, most strikingly, she had mysterious runes on her forehead.
"Chosen One?" Field was stunned.
In this world, those with extraordinary powers are key, especially the Chosen Ones. They are exceptional beings, standing above both battle qi and magic, possessing various unimaginable powers, including combat, support, and construction.
The frustrating part is, only women can become Chosen Ones, perhaps because the gods of this world are all women.
Just as Field was about to pass out, he felt dizzy and then a sharp pain in his back as he was thrown against a wall.
"Haha, as expected, you didn't dare to kill."
"Ah! I'm going to kill you!" His younger brother coughed loudly and drew his waist knife.
Wiping the blood from his mouth, Field knew he was no match for a Chosen One. Without further ado, enduring the pain, he quickly turned and left.
Unexpectedly, his younger brother, who had not yet taken office, already had the protection of a Chosen One, making Field feel even more threatened.
Without the luxury of sitting idly by, and having offended his younger brother, Field knew he had to act or risk being captured and tortured mercilessly that very night.
"Once I develop enough power, I'll come back and crush you all." Field lowered his eyelids, his anger barely concealed.
Under nine years of compulsory education, there are no cowards!
"So, what is this annoying green dot that only I can see on the map?" Field pondered, "It appeared on the day I crossed over, perhaps related to the lord's talent."
Yin and Yang exist side by side; corresponding to the "Chosen Ones" are the "Lords." By signing a contract with a Chosen One, they can mutually benefit and grow together.
Lords possess unique talents often related to their contracted Chosen One and their territory. However, there are also rare innate talents that exist without a territory or Chosen One contract but still possess talent.
The original owner didn't have any, but the transmigrated Field did possess this rare talent.
Of course, cataracts or floaters couldn't be ruled out either; everything would be clear after a visit to the doctor in Golden Eagle City.
After briefly packing his bags, the管家 had already received the gold coins and, with the servants, waited for Field with despair on their faces.
Knowing he was heading to the cursed lands, the管家 felt like hanging himself, but suicide wouldn't lead to heaven, so he braced himself for a likely death.
"Let's go." Field was preoccupied and in no mood to comfort his管家.
As soon as they opened the manor gate, a troop of cavalry in mismatched armor appeared in sight. From their ranks stepped a man in a red robe carrying a long lance: "Respected Baron Field, I am Captain Connor of the cavalry, serving as your escort. I believe we will have a pleasant journey."
"Then I rely on you, Connor."
Field politely responded, but inside, alarm bells were ringing.
Though called an escort, the bandit-like demeanor of the cavalry offered no sense of security, and Field even suspected he might be killed and robbed once outside.
Of course, the likelihood was small; registered knights generally wouldn't commit such career-destroying acts as murdering a noble.
Field shrugged, "Maybe they're here to supervise me, to my execution grounds."
"First, a trip to Golden Eagle City to develop Nightfall Territory requires much supplies."
Field planned to see what the green dot was.
As the second largest city in the Ross family's territory, Golden Eagle City held unparalleled commercial power and was entrusted to Field's second sister. It was said that her annual tax revenue alone was six hundred thousand gold coins, contrasting sharply with Field's meager five hundred coins.
Riding in a carriage, Field spent a morning reaching this large city covering forty square kilometers.
Unlike modern times, different from modern times, the soldiers guarding the city gate lazily leaned against the walls, telling crude jokes or hurling insults at the lower class entering, jeering at them and charging high entry fees.
Only when they saw the cavalry leading the way did an officer snap to attention from his chair.
"Quickly move those commoners' things aside, there's an important person passing through here, open your eyes, fools!"
The sluggish soldiers immediately straightened their backs, driving civilians and merchants to the side to clear the path, then bowed with fawning expressions towards Field.
Although Field wasn't favored, he was still noble, and ordinary people dared not offend him.
Slowing his horse, Field followed the direction of the green dot.
The city gate officer breathed a sigh of relief; as long as there were no issues with him, it was another good day. He continued collecting taxes while gulping down olive wine and lay back in his chair to bask in the sun.
Guided by the green dot, Field arrived at the slave market in the northern part of the city.
"Oh! This damnable stench of pig grass mixed with feces," grumbled Captain Connor, waving his hand in front of his nose futilely as the foul smell persisted.