I still can't forget the day I asked Leo Merlin what the secret of his strength was.
I only heard him whispering softly in my ear:
“I have money!”
——Excerpt from "Fite's Classic Memoirs"
The cold wind reached out and quietly pushed open the window that was not closed tightly. The moonlight took this opportunity to sneak into the dim house. The crow standing on the treetop outside the window saw this scene and cawed as if to remind the people in the house.
The cold wind seemed to be irritated by the crow's cry. It stopped pretending and went straight to the point of revealing its cards. It roughly pushed open the window, blowing away the stack of straw papers on the table in front of the window.
Crash, crash, crash——
Countless papers covered with dense words flew up in the wind, and kept tumbling in the air in the small room, like floating paper money, and slowly fell on the motionless boy lying on the floor, as if covering him with a quilt.
In the chaos and darkness, Zhao Lin felt that he was bound by an invisible pressure, as if he had sunk into a bottomless abyss. Surrounded by cold liquid, he struggled to breathe, but every attempt only brought him more suffocation and despair. His heartbeat was like thunder, and every beat seemed to be ringing the bell of death.
Suddenly, a severe headache pierced his mind like a sharp knife, waking him up from the endless nightmare. He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the blurred outline of the room in front of him, and the sound of rapid breathing and heartbeat in his ears. He tried to sit up, but the headache was like a heavy burden, forcing him to lie down again.
Sweat mixed with tears slid down his forehead and dripped onto the pillow, making a slight sound. He closed his eyes, trying to calm the severe headache and heartbeat, but the aftermath of the nightmare still echoed in his mind. He felt like he had just struggled back from the brink of death, and the feeling of fear and helplessness still tightly entangled him.
The air in the room seemed to grow thinner, and he took deep breaths, trying to dispel the shadow of the drowning nightmare.
As time went by, the headache gradually subsided and his heartbeat slowly returned to normal. The boy tried to sit up again, and this time he succeeded.
He looked around to make sure he was back in the real world and away from that horrible dream.
Then Zhao Lin slowly stood up, walked to the window, pushed it open, letting the wind rush into the room and taking away the remnants of the nightmare.
Zhao Lin took a deep breath, feeling the reality and preciousness of life. Although the nightmare was over, the scars it left behind would take time to heal slowly.
"Where am I?" Zhao Lin asked, rubbing his eyebrows.
There was only one person in the room. He seemed to be talking to himself, or asking questions to a non-existent person.
This is strange. I was clearly writing programs in the office, so how did I suddenly end up here?
The last scene in his memory was the scene of himself dying suddenly from working overtime all night. As an orphan who grew up in an orphanage, Zhao Lin suffered for more than ten years and studied hard. With the help of the government, he finished his education at a well-known university. He finally passed layers of selection and entered a goose farm to become a programmer. Unexpectedly, he died suddenly before he received his first month's salary.
Forget about a happy life. My life was too fucked up. My death was a bit hasty.
Zhao Lin sat on the bed. For some reason, he had a severe headache, just like a migraine. The pain was jumping in his head and twitching in waves. But for Zhao Lin, who often suffered from migraines, this pain was still bearable, just a little irritating.
I really don’t know what the original owner of this body went through!
As Zhao Lin was thinking this, he looked up and saw a full-length mirror placed opposite the bed. In the mirror, he saw his current appearance.
The familiar black hair and black pupils had long disappeared, and the figure that appeared in the mirror was completely different from his past appearance. Although he was prepared, the strange feeling still spread throughout his body like an electric current.
In the mirror, there was a handsome young Western aristocrat sitting by the window, like a beautiful oil painting, which made Zhao Lin a little dazed.
His long, soft golden hair was slightly curly and naturally fell to his shoulders. The moonlight shone through the window onto his hair, creating a soft sheen. His eyes were a deep blue, like the ocean in the early morning, clear and bright, revealing a subtle sharpness and wisdom.
His face was chiseled, his nose was high, his lips were thin and sexy, and his skin was fair, as if he had never experienced the baptism of wind and rain, yet still had a healthy rosy complexion.
His attire showed his aristocratic status. He wore a tailored linen shirt sleeve, which was well-cut and perfectly outlined his tall figure. The white shirt cuffs were embroidered with delicate lace, and the silver thread embroidered a touch of casual luxury to form a complex family crest pattern, highlighting his noble bloodline. He wore a white silk bow tie at his collar, and below the bow tie was an exquisite silver brooch inlaid with a dazzling sapphire, which complemented his eyes.
He is a typical Western beautiful boy. With such handsome looks, if he were to work as a gigolo in Ginza, Japan, he would definitely become the best-selling guy among all the popular guys.
Even Zhao Lin was shocked by his current appearance. Isn't he too handsome?
And at this moment, a flood of memories suddenly flooded into his mind.
Leo Merlin is the only son of Count Leo of the Dawn Empire. Count Leo's family was once extremely glorious. They were once the strongest spear for the Dawn Empire to expand its territory. As the six empires signed a peace agreement, war gradually disappeared in the Aize continent. Because of the war, the Leo family lost talents and had a sparse population, and gradually declined.
The Leo family used to be a duke family in the Dawn Empire, but with successive inheritances and generations of demotions, the Leo family, as an old noble family, has now become a count family.
A fallen noble is still a noble. Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, and Earl are at least the third-level titles. In his previous life, he thought he could become a superior person through his own efforts, but he didn't expect to become a superior person from the start in this life.
However, judging from his condition, he should be possessed by his soul. How did the original owner of this body die, allowing his soul to be possessed by his body? There must be something fishy going on.
After integrating Leo Merlin's memories, Zhao Lin looked at himself in the mirror and sighed helplessly. He placed his hands on his eyebrows and lay on the bed in a spread-eagle position.
"No matter what happened, since I have merged the memories of the original owner of this body and occupied that person's body, from now on there is no Zhao Lin, only Leo Merlin."
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