His brother's lips twisted into a vicious smile.
"You're heading to that corrupted wasteland," he said mockingly. "That place where even stray dogs don't last long."
He chuckled.
"So congratulations, dear brother."
"You're basically walking straight to your own grave."
His eyes gleamed with malicious amusement.
"If I don't enjoy this moment now, I might never get another chance."
Field's nails dug into his palms.
His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked.
"I've never done anything to you," Field said coldly.
"So why target me?"
"Because of that damned battle aura potion you gave me."
The smile on his brother's face turned ugly.
"After drinking it, I still couldn't break through to First-Tier Knight."
He laughed bitterly.
"Do you know what people call me now?"
"The Ross family's shame."
"A cripple who couldn't even become a real knight."
His finger stabbed toward Field.
"This is your fault."
"You poisoned that potion."
Field looked at him calmly.
"No."
"Your talent is just garbage."
Silence fell across the hall.
Then his brother burst out laughing.
Short.
Harsh.
Full of ridicule.
"Garbage?"
"You think you're better than me?"
His voice dropped, dripping with contempt.
"You're the family's biggest joke."
"At least I still get to stay here."
"But you?"
He leaned forward slightly.
"You're being thrown into cursed land where corpses walk."
"Even the zombies there are probably stronger than you."
He straightened his collar casually.
"Oh, right."
"If you somehow manage to get yourself a woman someday…"
His grin widened.
"I'll take her first."
"I'll strip her naked and toss her outside the city gates."
"Let the beggars line up and have their fun with her."
He chuckled softly.
"Of course… that probably won't happen."
"You won't live long enough to see it."
Something inside Field snapped.
"Fuck you, you piece of trash!"
Field moved.
His knee slammed into his brother's stomach, knocking the air out of him and sending him stumbling backward.
Before anyone could react, Field rushed forward and kicked him straight in the face.
Blood burst from his nose and mouth.
The hall fell completely silent.
The timid Field everyone used to know—
Was gone.
"I hate people threatening me."
Field grabbed a fistful of blond curls and smashed his brother's head toward the floor—
Suddenly—
Something tightened around his throat.
His feet left the ground.
The air vanished from his lungs.
Stars exploded across his vision.
"What do you think you're doing to my lord?"
A woman's voice rang out.
Field struggled to focus.
Long wine-red hair.
Sharp, beautiful features.
But what caught his attention most—
Was the glowing rune on her forehead.
Field's eyes widened despite the suffocation.
A Chosen.
In this world, supernatural power truly existed.
And the Chosen stood above everyone else.
Above knights.
Above mages.
They possessed all kinds of incredible abilities—combat, support, construction, and more.
The absurd part?
Only women could become Chosen.
Maybe the gods of this world were all female.
Just as Field's consciousness began to fade—
The world suddenly spun.
A moment later—
Pain exploded across his back.
He had been thrown against the wall.
Field slid down slowly and coughed violently.
Then he laughed.
"Heh… so you don't dare kill me."
"I'LL KILL YOU!"
His brother staggered to his feet, blood dripping from his mouth as he pulled a dagger from his belt.
Field wiped the blood from his lips.
Fight a Chosen?
Impossible.
He turned and walked away.
No point wasting time.
His brother already had a Chosen protecting him.
That made things far more dangerous.
If he stayed here any longer—
They might drag him somewhere quiet tonight and make sure he never reached the Northern Frontier.
Leave first.
Get stronger.
Then come back and bury them.
Field kept his head lowered as he walked away.
But the anger burning in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Nine years of compulsory education hadn't made him weak.
It had simply made him practical.
So what exactly is this green dot?
The transparent map floated before his eyes as he walked.
No one else could see it.
"This appeared the day I arrived," Field muttered quietly.
"Probably connected to lord talents."
In this world, Lords were the counterpart to the Chosen.
If a lord signed a contract with a Chosen, they could grow stronger together.
Most lord talents were connected either to their territory or their contracted Chosen.
But there was another category.
Innate talents.
Abilities a lord was born with.
No territory required.
No Chosen contract needed.
Rare.
But real.
The original Field didn't have one.
But the transmigrated Field apparently did.
Of course…
It could also just be eye floaters.
Or cataracts.
Only one way to find out.
Fortunately, the green dot wasn't far away.
Golden Eagle City.
Field packed quickly and stepped outside.
The butler had already gathered the servants and collected the gold.
Every face looked like they were walking toward their own funeral.
Which, honestly, wasn't far from the truth.
When the butler learned they were heading to cursed land, he had almost tried to hang himself.
Unfortunately, suicide didn't send you to heaven.
So here he was.
Waiting to die alongside his master.
"Let's go."
Field had no mood to comfort anyone.
The manor gates opened.
A group of cavalry waited outside.
Their armor was mismatched and worn.
At the front stood a man in a red cloak, resting a cavalry lance casually on his shoulder.
"Baron Field."
"I'm Connor, captain of the escort."
"We'll accompany you on your journey."
A thin smile appeared on his face.
"Should be a pleasant trip."
"I'll rely on you then," Field replied calmly.
But inside—
Alarm bells were ringing.
Escort?
More like bandits wearing armor.
For all he knew, they might kill him for the five hundred gold coins the moment they left the city.
Still…
Registered knights rarely murdered nobles.
That would destroy their careers.
Probably.
More likely they were here just to make sure he actually left.
"We'll stop at Golden Eagle City first," Field said.
"I'll need supplies if I'm going to develop Nightfall Territory."
And more importantly—
He needed to see what the green dot was pointing to.
Golden Eagle City was the second-largest city in the Ross family's territory.
It was also the richest.
Field's second sister ruled there.
Rumor said the city generated six hundred thousand gold coins in taxes every year.
Field had five hundred.
Total.
He decided not to think about that too much.
After half a day of travel, the massive city walls appeared ahead.
Golden Eagle City covered nearly forty square kilometers.
The city gate looked chaotic.
Guards leaned against the walls telling dirty jokes.
Others bullied merchants and commoners, charging ridiculous entry fees.
Then they saw the cavalry escort.
An officer jumped to his feet instantly.
"Move those peasants out of the way!"
"A noble lord is coming through!"
The lazy soldiers immediately straightened up.
Merchants and civilians were shoved aside.
The road cleared.
Everyone bowed.
Field might not be favored in the family—
But he was still a noble.
And commoners didn't challenge nobles.
Field rode through the gate.
The green dot guided him north.
Deeper into the city.
Past the busy streets.
Past the merchant district.
Until the air began to change.
The smell hit first.
The slave market.
"Gods… that smell."
Connor rode beside him, waving his hand in front of his nose.
The stench was overwhelming.
Pig feed.
Manure.
Rotting garbage.
So thick it almost had a taste.
No matter how much he waved—
The smell forced its way into his nose anyway.