This is a magical world.
The Smith family was bustling with joy and excitement.
Family members hurried back from all directions.
The reason was simple.
The long-lost ancestor of the Smith family, missing for ten thousand years, had suddenly returned!
Apollo Smith—a name inscribed at the very top of the Smith family genealogy, a name even the youngest children of the Smith family knew by heart.
After all, the first book every Smith child read was The Survival Chronicles of Our Ancestor, which recounted how their ancestor led the family through hardship and struggle in those difficult times.
And now, they were finally meeting him in person!
In the conference hall of the family castle, Apollo Smith nodded mechanically, dealing with the last batch of descendants who had come to pay their respects that day. Exhausted, he slumped back into his chair.
So tiring!
But… it felt good.
Looking at the now prosperous and flourishing Smith family, Apollo smiled faintly, finally feeling a sense of belonging.
After wandering for ten thousand years, it was time to rest for a while.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he flicked his fingers, and a golden light flashed from his storage ring. In his hands appeared an assortment of women's undergarments, accessories, and other trinkets.
He stared at them for a long moment, a trace of guilt and longing flashing in his eyes. Then, shaking his head, he made the items vanish once more.
I wonder… how are they doing now?
Emily, Madison, Emma, Olivia, Hannah, Abigail, Isabella, Samantha… (omitting ten thousand words), are you all well?
With your magical talents, you must still be alive, right?
But even if you are, most of you have probably married by now.
As someone with memories of a past life, he wasn't narcissistic enough to think that those peerless beauties would still be foolishly waiting for him.
Sigh…
Well, maybe that's for the best. At least it eases my guilt a little.
Apollo's expression darkened as he recalled the past.
He had originally been an ordinary laborer on Earth before stumbling into this world by sheer accident.
Unlike most smooth-sailing transmigrators, his life here had been tragic from the start—orphaned as a child, without a shred of magical talent.
Playing the role of both elder brother and father, he struggled to raise his two younger brothers, enduring beatings from thugs, scavenging through trash, and even fighting stray dogs for scraps of food.
Fortunately, when his brothers came of age, they were tested and revealed to possess extraordinary magical aptitude. For their futures, he sent them off to a magic academy despite their protests.
Ignoring their pleas, Apollo set off alone to travel the world.
If I can't use magic, at least I can fall in love, right?
And so, armed with a face so handsome it bordered on bewitching, along with the poetry and sweet talk from his past life, he charmed countless women, leaving them utterly devoted to him.
At first, he resisted, ashamed of his own reckless behavior.
But… well, he was still a man.
Faced with the untouched, breathtaking beauties of this world, he soon found himself drowning in indulgence, unable to extricate himself.
Too good to resist!
As if powered by some cheat, he channeled his frustrations into romance!
And so…
He began searching madly.
Fall in love, then abandon!
Fall in love again, then abandon again!
His breakup excuses grew increasingly bizarre.
"You're a noble sorceress, while I'm just an ordinary man"—that was the most basic one.
Then there were gems like:
"Your feet smell a little, I can't take it."
"You're an elf, I'm human—interracial relationships never work out."
"You and your twin sister look exactly alike—I keep mixing you up, it's too annoying."
"You're too sweet and gentle, not exciting enough. I prefer fiery and bold women."
Some refused to accept the breakup and tried to elope with him.
Of course, he wanted none of that—he fled overnight.
During that absurd period, he dated beauties from every major race—demons, gods, humans, elves, you name it.
Of course, whenever he was with a girlfriend, he was completely devoted.
Because he knew he could never give them a real promise.
Though he had accidentally consumed an immortality potion in his youth, granting him eternal youth and a ten-thousand-year lifespan, he was still just an ordinary man. In this world where strength ruled supreme, he had no way to protect them.
But as time passed, even this lifestyle began to wear on him.
So, for the past few centuries, he hadn't sought any new lovers, choosing instead to wander the world alone.
And when he sensed his life nearing its end, he finally returned to the Smith family.
He planned to spend his last few decades here, reuniting with his two younger brothers.
...
"Are you absolutely sure you saw correctly?"
A middle-aged man—clearly someone accustomed to authority—asked again, his expression grave.
"Family Head, I saw it with my own eyes, no doubt about it!" The steward answered firmly.
"The Ancestor has been listless these past few days, staring at undergarments and jewelry in a daze. Based on my experience…"
"These are all women's belongings, most likely tokens of affection. But the styles and designs vary each time he takes them out, so it's unlikely they came from just one or a few women. Therefore, I suspect the Ancestor suffers from a severe case of object fixation—an abnormal obsession with women's belongings. It's a sickness!"
"Then what do you suggest we do?"
"The cure isn't complicated. This illness stems from the Ancestor's longing for a woman. He's likely been single for too long, leading to this condition. I believe all we need to do is find him a wife. Once married, the illness will naturally fade!"
The Smith Family Head nodded, seemingly in full agreement with the steward's proposal, and declared solemnly:
"You've served as the Smith family steward for nearly a century. With your experience and judgment, I trust your assessment."
"Very well. Send out invitations to all our vassal families and neighboring powers. State that the Smith family's Ancestor has returned, and to celebrate, we shall hold a grand ceremony. And given that he has long been unmarried, we shall also seek a bride for him during the event."
"That's all. Those who understand will understand."
"By your order, Family Head." The steward bowed and retreated.
"Wait!"
The Family Head suddenly remembered something and quickly stopped the steward, adding:
"Keep this matter low-key within the family. I want it to be a surprise for the Ancestor. Oh, and I'll need to inform the Second and Third Ancestors as well. Alright, you may go."
After the steward left, the Family Head sighed deeply, muttering to himself:
"Ah, the Ancestor has suffered so much. Even with a ten-thousand-year lifespan, without magical talent in this strength-dominated world, he couldn't even find a wife… A ten-thousand-year-old virgin!"
Who would've thought that beneath the Ancestor's dignified exterior lay such an embarrassing and peculiar fetish!