What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?

[Preface: As long as you don't lose your nobility, the whole world will be open to you. ]

As the sound of the key turning the lock cylinder sounded, the door gradually opened.

A man staggered in from the outside, too lazy to wash up, and fell asleep on the bed when he returned to the house.

Maybe it was because he drank a little wine, and in his daze, there were messy fragments of memory flashing in his mind from time to time.

The picture was blurred, like a thick layer of mosaic, which made people feel inexplicable.

But gradually, the picture became clearer, and his vision was constantly rising.

In the end, it was like becoming another person, looking at everything he had experienced since childhood from a God's perspective.

Starting from the baby who was born, the picture kept emerging and the baby's age was also growing.

Some of the things he had forgotten, but tonight they appeared clearly in his mind.

This made him a little scared, because it was said that only when people die, the memories of the past will continue to emerge in front of them.

"It shouldn't be that bad, I just drank a few bottles of beer at a company party, how could I die, could it be fake alcohol? It shouldn't be that bad, it can't be that bad!"

This thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and the picture in front of him finally froze at the moment he walked into the room and lay down on the bed.

The sight began to continue to rise, the distance continued to get farther, and the darkness slowly spread inward from the edge of the field of vision.

The picture in front of him was also gradually getting smaller, and finally became a tiny light point that disappeared in this boundless darkness.

But he felt that his consciousness was still rising, and the moment that light point disappeared, his consciousness seemed to be free from some kind of restraint.

It began to climb faster and faster, faster and faster, and he didn't know how long it had been. After all, there seemed to be no concept of time in this dark world.

Just when his consciousness completely disappeared, he suddenly found that there were circles of milky white halos above him.

This shocked him, was he going to wake up?

He wanted to look up to see what it was, but found that he couldn't turn his eyes or twist his head at all.

He could only rely on the changes in the environment that he could see below to confirm that he seemed to be getting closer and closer to the source of the light.

Because since he saw the circles of halos, the boundless darkness around him began to fade away until the light occupied his vision again.

With the sound of "puff", he felt like he was diving into a sea of ​​light.

The milky white halos were all around him, shining on him like the warm sun in winter, so warm and soft.

The imagined awakening did not happen. On the contrary, his consciousness was rapidly dissipating and finally sank into this ocean.

After waking up again, he opened his eyes and looked at the group of blond and blue-eyed people in front of him. He was a little confused.

What's going on? Am I still in a dream? The people around him seemed to be looking at him, and they were still mumbling something in their mouths.

Then he felt a pain in his buttocks and started crying loudly.

This made him even more confused. Feeling the people around him constantly fiddling with him, he gradually realized that he had traveled through time?

No way, no way! I just drank a few bottles of beer, how did I travel through time?

Could it be fake beer? It's not possible that drinking a few bottles of fake beer can kill people?

He didn't care about his travel through time. After all, as a young man in the 21st century, what kind of time-travel dramas has he not watched?

He was just a little upset about the way he traveled through time. What's this?

He died from drinking fake beer? This is more or less like having some serious illness. It's too low, not cool at all, and embarrassing for other time travelers.

Suddenly he seemed to remember something, his pupils widened, and the crying that he couldn't control stopped at this moment.

He remembered that he left suddenly this time, and his browser! Record! Still! Not! Deleted!

Gone, gone, his innocence is gone.

The crying that had stopped abruptly sounded again, louder and more miserable than before.

…

After a long time, he came back to his senses from the extreme shame and looked around slowly.

He found that the people around him seemed to be wearing medieval-style clothes. He couldn't help but think, could it be that he had traveled to ancient times?

Then he saw a few people dressed like priests, with solemn expressions and muttering something, which suddenly made him a little excited.

Could it be that he had traveled to the world of the mysterious side?

It's just a pity! Until he was seven years old, he didn't find any trace of the mysterious side.

This world seemed to be an ordinary world that couldn't be more ordinary, which made him a little disappointed.

After all, if there was no mysterious side, this world would be too backward for him.

At present, the most advanced invention is only the steam engine, and the most popular entertainment activities are opera, dancing, and horse racing, which makes him miss the mobile phones, computers, and WiFi in the 21st century.

He suddenly understood why his father in this life was so keen on making people.

He already has twelve brothers and sisters, and now it is said that two more mistresses are pregnant, and with those two, there are fourteen.

But the only thing to be thankful for is that my family conditions are quite good this time. I am really close to people with hundreds of millions of dollars and have many talents.

My father is the Duke of the Holy Chris Empire, and he has his own fiefdom, so I was born into a wealthy family. I don’t care about working 996 or 997.

And he doesn’t need to worry about his brothers and sisters snatching his property.

Because according to the laws of this world, they are illegitimate children and have no inheritance rights.

And I am the legitimate son of the Duchess, the heir to the principality.

This golden throne is like welded to my buttocks, and no one can take it away.

It doesn’t seem right to think so. I seem to have a sister with the same father and mother?

But it doesn’t matter. This stinky sister wants to compete with me? It’s simply a fantasy.

After eating the bonus of the time traveler, he could speak the common language of the Chris Empire fluently when he was seven months old.

At the age of three, his talent in arithmetic amazed the top mathematicians in the principality.

At the age of five, he could make useful suggestions at the principality meeting.

And where was his elder sister at that time? Ugh, where was his little sister? She was probably still playing in the mud in the garden.

Now his name as a genius has spread throughout the Principality, and even many people in the Empire have heard of his name as a genius.

The position of the heir is welded in, it's very stable.