Chapter 1 (1/2)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
White Eagle Union, St George’s University.
The summer sun in the afternoon shone through the leaves and cast scattered spots of light on the lawn.
The soft grass gently cushioned Thulhu’s body. Lying on the lawn, Thulhu could smell the scent of grass and flowers. Everything was just so cozy, and Thulhu couldn’t help squinting slightly.
He was wearing a white shirt, which was partially unbuttoned to reveal a healthy skin color and a toned chest. He had well-defined features and his eyes were blue. To top it off, he had short, blond hair, which made him look rather careless and lighthearted.
…Well, the entire description above was actually bullshit. In fact, Thulhu was just plain-looking. At most, he could be described as a young man full of energy. His university life was coming to an end, and he was still single, which was the best proof.
“It’s been four years… I’m gonna graduate soon…”
Thulhu opened his eyes wide. Looking up at the sky, he looked slightly concerned.
He wasn’t a native here. To be more specific, he wasn’t native to this world. He came from another time and space. In the time and space where he was originally from, he had been quite unproductive even several years after his graduation — a salted fish, as people in that world called men like him. One night, when he stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, he suddenly blacked out and banged his head on the keyboard —
Here came the transmigration!
“So staying up late really is bad.” Thulhu sighed. “Even for the young.”
He regretted it very much.
It was in fact quite a shitty game. He kept wondering why he was so obsessed with it.
It started with him pushing his bedtime back by a few minutes, then he had to kill this monster in the game, and then he had to finish the mission before going to bed… Then, several hours had passed without him realizing it!
Things like games, novels, movies, and TV series were all pretty much the same: they were all great tools for developing the habit of staying up late, and then the habit was almost impossible to get rid of.
“…and most people who stay up late tend to die suddenly instead of transmigrate. Don’t even try…”
Thulhu sighed again.
However, unlike most transmigration stories, nothing big like turning into a hero and marrying a beautiful lady had happened to him yet, which proved the fact that a salted fish was still a salted fish even after transmigration.
So here we should give a brief introduction to the previous owner of this body.
Thulhu Botley, whose full name was Thulhu Dunsdan Andrich Harrod… Mon Botley. The long, middle part of his name was in fact of no big use, as it was only in memory of a few marriages between families and of several big events, which was a tradition in White Eagle Union. Many officials hated it to their bones. Nowadays, a movement advocating for simplified names was gaining great popularity. Therefore, Thulhu Botley was the name he used on documents. He was twenty-one years old and a student of St George’s University who was going to graduate soon.
As said earlier, the keyword for Thulhu was, without doubt, “ordinary.” Ordinary-looking, ordinary school performance. He’d gotten enough credits to graduate, but the university wouldn’t assign him a job after graduation. Thulhu was worried as he had no idea what to do next, or maybe he could just save the worry since he might go straight to being unemployed.
Thulhu’s heart was full of complaints at this time.
This transmigration had turned out to be very mediocre. He wasn’t equipped with any cheat codes. The only thing he got that was a bit special was his name, and it was still a plain one as there was a “C” missing at the very beginning.
He wondered if he could change his name to Thulhu C. That way, he might be able to start a brand new life and become some kind of boss in this world.
Or he could do with Potter as his surname. A world of magic wasn’t bad.
Too bad. He was only Thulhu. A salted fish’s imagination didn’t usually help much.