A jolt rocked the carriage, and Ron opened his eyes.
He found himself seated inside a moving wagon, the scenery outside rushing backward in a blur.
And then—
Fragments of memories came crashing into his mind like snowflake-shaped blades, stabbing into his consciousness one after another!
Groaning in pain, Ron clutched his forehead with one hand and covered his mouth with the other, stifling the sound.
Rixis Continent...
Humans, Beastkin, Dwarves, Elves, Gnomes...
Magic... Warriors... Battle Aura...
Seventh Prince of the Human Empire... Ron André...
Child of Emperor André III and a beastkin fox-woman...
Due to widespread scorn in the royal court, Ron André was exiled from the palace by Emperor André III after reaching adulthood, sent off to enjoy his "retirement" in the lawless City of Chaos...
Right now, Ron was in a merchant convoy headed straight for that very city.
"I've transmigrated…" Ron muttered, rubbing his temples. After skimming through a few shallow memory fragments, he finally understood his situation.
"At least I wasn't kidnapped... I really did transmigrate." He spoke to himself, still finding it hard to believe.
"Seriously? Is this karma or something?" He let out a bitter laugh. "All because I stayed up too late watching anime?"
He remembered binge-watching anime late at night, then suddenly blacking out—and the next thing he knew, he woke up in this carriage.
So, cardiac arrest is the trending way to transmigrate these days? And just like that, I'm isekai'd?
I still have multiple properties waiting for me to inherit back home!!!
I was supposed to be a regular ol' landlord, living the dream—collecting rent or walking around collecting rent. That's it!
Now I'm stuck here? Seriously?
All I ever wanted was to scroll through Bilibili, watch anime, roast some clichéd web novels, occasionally admire my teachers' refined techniques, spam keyboard warriors online, eat fried chicken, and drink sugary soda.
What more could a man ask for?!
If I ever find out who arranged this fate for me, I'm mailing them a whole truckload of razor blades!
After grumbling internally for a while, Ron slowly accepted the truth.
He was a decade-long web novel reader, after all. He could adapt.
Then, a calm and robotic voice suddenly echoed in his mind—
"Host's emotions detected as stable. Condition normal. Initiating system binding..."
"Binding complete."
Ron glitched for a second, his whole body jolting. "Wait, what?!"
"System?" he whispered cautiously.
"Congratulations, Host. You have successfully bound to the system."
Realizing the voice wasn't just his imagination, Ron's expression gradually steadied.
Glancing out the carriage window, he noticed the nearest mercenary was at least five or six meters away. Relieved, he covered his mouth and whispered, "Do you guys just bind people without asking now? Where's my consent? This is so embarrassing!"
"Host may communicate directly through thought. Speaking aloud is unnecessary."
"Ahem..." Ron scratched his brow awkwardly, face turning red.
"This system is a Plant Cultivation System, designed to provide various magical plant seeds and farming techniques, guiding the host to become a true Botanical Master."
"Huh... A Botanical Master, huh?" Ron mulled it over. "Sounds kind of lame…"
In games, he always played the brainless melee warrior types. He rarely touched long-range classes, let alone niche ones like "plant master."
The system ignored his judgment entirely and continued:
"Generating Host's status panel..."
The next moment, a transparent, blue-hued interface appeared in front of him:
System Level: 1
Host: Ron André
Race: Human / Foxkin (Mixed Blood)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Class: None
Wealth: 0
[Missions]🔴
[Inventory]
[Shop]
Years of gaming instincts kicked in. Ron immediately tapped on [Missions].
[Main Quest] – Own Your Very Own Flower Shop
Objective: Establish your own flower shop in the City of Chaos.
Reward: Nether Orchid Seed and its Cultivation Guide
Ron stared at the panel blankly and gave his review:
"This mission's way too cliché."
"Host, please complete your missions actively."
"I'll think about it," he replied lazily, closing the panel.
At that moment, the carriage gradually came to a stop.
Ron peeked out the window and saw they had arrived at a roadside inn.
The merchants in the front two wagons disembarked and walked straight into the building.
A mercenary escort approached Ron's wagon and said respectfully, "Your Highness Ron, we've arrived. We'll rest here for the night."
Ron stepped off the carriage and followed the mercenary into the inn. After asking around, he learned they weren't in the City of Chaos just yet, but in a small town on the southeastern border of the human empire, in Lunsocket County—still about a day's journey away.
He was given a large suite.
The room's furnishings were simple, but for this town, it was the highest quality available.
The escort seemed nervous, worried Ron would complain about the room being too plain.
Ron didn't know what the original Ron's personality was like, but he certainly wasn't the type to fuss over stuff like this. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the mercenary.
Ron André had grown up in the palace. His foxkin mother died giving birth, and Emperor André III never really cared for him. Because of his mixed bloodline, he had been shunned his entire life.
The original Ron was likely introverted—maybe even timid—and might have harbored resentment toward his father.
Ron hadn't fully absorbed all the original memories yet. Fragments still floated around in his mind, so for now, all he could do was guess.
At least now that he'd been exiled, with no familiar people around, no one would notice if his personality changed a little. That made things easier for him.
He walked over to the window and looked outside.
It was twilight. The evening sun cast golden rays across the street, painting warm colors on the faces of passersby.
This was human territory, so most of the people on the road were human. But because it was near the empire's borders, seeing non-human races wasn't unusual.
Dwarves and goblins occasionally popped up in the crowd, catching Ron's eye.
Although both were short humanoid species, their appearances were vastly different.
Dwarves had human-like skin, stocky builds, bushy beards, and rough features.
Goblins, on the other hand, had green skin, large ears, hooked noses, and shrill voices. Their looks could only be described as... nasty.
Ron watched the passersby with fascination until a female elf walked into view from a nearby street corner.
Elves looked similar to humans but had more refined features and long, pointed ears.
Ron admired her quietly, nodding to himself in appreciation.
"Daily quest triggered."
[Daily Quest] – Flip the Elf's Skirt
Objective: Before the elf leaves this street, flip her skirt.
Reward: The look on her face will be the greatest reward for a true gentleman!
Ron: …EXCUSE ME?!